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Garen and Rody were both momentarily stunned.
"This is what Talina used to call her two younger brothers," Edward said with a helpless shrug, turning to Talina. "Talina, this is Rody, Rody Ecria. Not Kakashiuro, and not Sharg."
Talina looked a bit taken aback, quickly retracting her hand and apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... My two younger brothers used to cry so much at that age..."
Clearly, Talina hadn't seen Sharg and Kakashiuro in a while.
Garen recalled Sharg's half-wolf face and couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the nickname "crybaby."
"Don't worry, they won't mind. Right, Sir Garen?" Edward said with a smile.
"Yes, you must miss them a lot, Talina," Garen replied with a smile.
"Yes, I really do..." Talina's expression turned nostalgic for a moment before she shook her head. "I haven't seen them in so long... They must have grown quite tall by now!"
Garen suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
Perhaps Talina still didn't know that one of her brothers had passed away two months ago.
Garen noticed that Edward's expression also darkened; he clearly knew about it too. They exchanged glances, silently agreeing not to mention the secret.
At Edward's suggestion, they wrapped up their casual chat at the door and gradually entered Talina's home, gathering around the glass coffee table.
The afternoon sunlight streamed in through the window, filling the room with warmth and illuminating the small yet tidy space. Perhaps because of Rody's arrival, Talina was in high spirits. She brought out an abundance of fruits and pastries from the back room, nearly filling the glass table and eagerly offered them to Rody.
"Why are we sitting here for so long this time?" Garen quietly asked Edward.
Unlike their hurried departure last time, Edward showed no intention of leaving. He watched Talina and Rody exchange smiles, a faint smile on his own lips.
"I'm just tired lately; let's sit for a while longer," Edward casually replied.
Garen quietly watched him, clearly aware that Edward was just going through the motions.
"If there's anything in this world that can force out the truth, it must be your gaze, Sir Garen," Edward conceded with a helpless smile.
In the end, he provided an explanation.
"Talina hasn't been this happy in a long time."
Garen looked at Talina's beaming smile and could tell that she had taken Rody as her "Crying Cry."
Moments later, Talina pulled out a square iron box from beside her pillow, revealing various old toys inside.
"Crying Cry, let's play a game!" Talina exclaimed joyfully.
"My name is Rody..." Rody corrected her.
"Ah, did I get it wrong again..." Talina paused with the toy in her hand, her expression dimming slightly. "I'm sorry, Rody, I'm really so forgetful..."
Garen gently cleared his throat.
"Uh... what? A game? That's great! I love playing games!" Rody immediately perked up and cheered. "Sister Talina, let's play a game!"
Talina blinked in surprise before breaking into a smile. "Okay!"
The rules of the game were simple: take out a toy from the iron box and everyone would take turns naming its type, but there was one crucial rule: absolutely no one could tell the truth!
Except for Garen, it seemed that both Rody and Edward were familiar with this game called "Big Liar." When they realized they were going to play this game, their expressions turned to one of resignation. The reason was simple; this game wasn't particularly fun. After all, these toys and games were ones Sharg had played with nearly ten years ago...
With the intention of not dampening Talina's spirits, they began playing "Big Liar," starting with Rody, then Edward, followed by Garen, and finally Talina.
But soon enough, the game became entertaining...
Talina took out a block shaped like an angel.
Rody exclaimed, "This is the biggest dragon I've ever seen!"
Edward added, "Oh, Garen, look how terrifying this devil looks!"
Garen remained silent.
Edward urged, "Garen, it's your turn. Come on, say something!"
Garen finally replied, "Alright, this is an angel."
The first round of the game ended.
As a punishment, Garen drank an entire cup of super sour lemon juice.
Second round—
Talina announced, "This is a flower!"
Rody said, "This is a mouse!"
Edward declared, "This is a lion!"
Garen sighed, "Okay, this is a rock."
The second round ended.
Two minutes later, the third round concluded... By the time the seventh round ended, Garen had consumed seven cups of lemon juice. He bit his lip with all his might to keep his face from contorting in agony.
Edward whispered, "Sir Garen, do you still not understand the rules of the game?"
Garen frowned and said, "I understand."
"Then why did you deliberately lose? Is lemon juice really that good?"
"I didn't do it on purpose. A true warrior must be honest..."
"Oh, I see! I truly admire your honesty; please make sure to stick to it!"
"..."
Edward and Rody exchanged glances, feeling inexplicably excited.
Round eighteen—
Rody: This is a beautiful painting.
Edward: This is a sharp longsword. Sir Garen, what do you think?
Garen: Do you have some misunderstanding about the term 'longsword'...
Edward: Huh? Then what do you say this is?
Garen: Durian.
As Garen finished the eighteenth glass of lemon juice, laughter finally erupted in the room, even Talina covered her mouth and laughed.
Edward, breaking his gentlemanly demeanor, laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face, clutching his stomach and wondering if he might develop some kind of illness if he kept laughing like this... During this time, he tried to suppress it with sheer willpower but ultimately failed.
Laughter is contagious; this was definitely a grammatical error... Garen watched them laugh, feeling nothing but a belly full of sourness.
"Crying is fun, isn't it?" Talina said with a giggle.
As she spoke, she suddenly realized something and was about to correct herself.
Rody nodded vigorously.
"Yes! That's right, sister!"
Talina was taken aback.
A few seconds later, she gently took Rody's small hand, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
...
Laughter echoed throughout the room.
Meanwhile, on the roof, there lay a thick gray package atop a row of tiles.
Beside the package was a grotesque mask with a sinister face.
Sharg rested his hands behind his head, his legs crossed and swaying occasionally, as he gazed at the blue sky with one eye.
He spat lightly, clearing the tender grass from the corner of his mouth.
Listening to the laughter coming from below.
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