Chapter7

That day, the sixth brother had gotten his hands on a violent grizzly bear from somewhere. He dragged me into a carriage, intending to 'enjoy' the sight of me pinned beneath the bear, crying and screaming in fear. Just as he was about to succeed, Lambert's carriage happened to approach from the opposite direction. Of course, the sixth brother didn't dare reveal his true nature in front of others. He hurriedly ordered someone to straighten my clothes and pulled me along to bow to Lambert. Lambert looked at me with a smile and said, "So you are the 'little philosopher' I've been wanting to meet." I was stunned for a moment, instinctively lifting my head— And met his eyes, clear like spring water. There wasn't a trace of darkness in them, only a light that seemed capable of leading me towards a future. From then on, he often came to see me. We discussed literature, occasionally drank tea together; gazed at the stars and talked about astronomy, painted landscapes. He told me he wa