Su Hong and Lia barely slept at all that night.

Lia kept worrying about Su Hong's condition. She looked deeply shy and guilty. Su Hong, meanwhile, was in pain, but also a little excited...

?

The dislocated joint had already been popped back into place with ease. It really wasn't serious at all.

But Su Hong still couldn't stop thinking about one thing. Why was Lia able to hurt him?

Asking Lia obviously wouldn't get him an answer. So in the end, Su Hong could only settle on a guess: Lia wasn't immune to luck, but every now and then, she could go against it.

Whether it was deciding to lock herself in prison before, or taking the initiative to walk right into the bad luck aimed at him, Lia's foolishly innocent actions always seemed able to launch a surprise attack on fate. Even if the results were limited.

The atmosphere stayed a little strange all the way through breakfast.

Lia's grandpa kept wiggling his brows at Su Hong. When Lia went to clean up the dishes, he even leaned over on purpose.

"Hey, kiddo. I heard someone crying out in pain last night. Hohoho. Why aren't you thanking this old man yet?"

Lia's grandpa looked absurdly pleased with himself. He even reached out and poked Su Hong twice.

"From now on, you're my granddaughter's husband!"

Su Hong sucked in two sharp breaths and said in a trembling voice, "Do your eyes come with audio monitoring too? I was the one yelling, okay?!"

"What?! No way! Lia actually..."

As he spoke, Lia's grandpa made a whipping motion with his hand.

"She's into that kind of thing too??"

Su Hong was so mad he almost choked and passed out on the spot.

"Can't you think of anything else? Nothing happened at all, seriously! It was obviously... forget it, forget it. If I keep explaining, I'm afraid a blood vessel in my brain will burst."

Lia's grandpa clicked his tongue, his face full of disbelief.

"How strange. Such a perfect chance, and you still couldn't seize it."

At that moment, Lia came back after cleaning up the dishes. She was carrying a bag with a change of clothes, looking a little awkward.

"Um, Su Hong... your arm still hurts, right? Then don't come help at the shop today. Get some proper rest."

The whole time she spoke, Lia kept her head lowered. It was as if just standing near Su Hong was already enough to make her unbearably shy.

"It's fine, I alrea—"

Su Hong was about to refuse. But seeing how embarrassed Lia looked, he changed his words at the last second.

"Yeah, it still hurts a little. I'll rest for the morning, then head over in the afternoon."

"Don't push yourself, okay? Then... Grandpa and I will head out first."

Lia turned and left with her head down, only to nearly walk into the door. Her cheeks seemed to redden even more. She quickened her pace and hurried out of the room.

Lia's grandpa naturally followed right after her. But before leaving, he gave Su Hong a strange grin.

"Just look at Lia. And you're still saying nothing happened? Don't even think about fooling this old man. Kaka..."

Su Hong had no way to defend himself. Speechless, he went back to the bedroom.

Leaving the whole morning for Lia to ease her embarrassment wasn't a bad thing. And that same morning was just enough time for him to properly prepare the Spirit Card idea he had thought up yesterday.

"If only I could make a card like the one used by the Chris Guild steward..."

Su Hong spread out a blank Spirit Card and propped his forehead on one hand as he started thinking.

Even beginner-level Spirit Cards were pretty powerful, but they were all stuck in the form of cold weapons.

Su Hong had no interest in charging into a fight and stupidly swinging a saber or sword at people. It looked dazzling and beautiful when Lia did it, but he didn't have that kind of time to train every move properly. If he tried, his form would definitely be ugly enough to burn the eyes.

The longer the reach, the stronger the advantage. Taking down enemies easily from a distance was the true king's path. So the weapon Su Hong currently planned to make was a bow.

But the way this bow would be used was different from other bows.

As Su Hong ground the ink, a slightly mischievous smile appeared on his face.