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Chapter 197 - 170: All is Well at Home · Oct 26, 2026

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153 Chapter 153 - 143: She Who Eats Shadows 2026-10-26
154 Chapter 154 - 143: She Who Eats Shadows 2026-10-26
155 Chapter 155 - 144: Christmas Eve 2026-10-26
156 Chapter 156 - 145: Lamb and Cross 2026-10-26
157 Chapter 157 - 146: Legal Principle 2026-10-26
158 Chapter 158 - 146: Legal Principle 2026-10-26
159 Chapter 159 - 146: Legal Principle 2026-10-26
160 Chapter 160 - 147: Wilderness Hunt 2026-10-26
161 Chapter 161 - 148: Highland Summer House 2026-10-26
162 Chapter 162 - 149: Fall-Inducing Fire 2026-10-26
163 Chapter 163 - 149: Fall-Inducing Fire 2026-10-26
164 Chapter 164 - 150: Peat Bog 2026-10-26
165 Chapter 165 - 151: Ether Burst 2026-10-26
166 Chapter 166 - 151: Ether Eruption 2026-10-26
167 Chapter 167 - 152: Adipocere 2026-10-26
168 Chapter 168 - 153: Exoteric Division and Esoteric Division 2026-10-26
169 Chapter 169 - 154: The One Who Steals the Young People’s Shadows 2026-10-26
170 Chapter 170 - 154: The One Who Stole the Young Man’s Shadow 2026-10-26
171 Chapter 171 - 154: The One Who Stole the Young Man’s Shadow 2026-10-26
172 Chapter 172 - 155: Card Array: Crossing Bridge 2026-10-26
173 Chapter 173 - 155: Card Formation: Crossing Bridge 2026-10-26
174 Chapter 174 - 156: New Year’s and the Crossing Veil 2026-10-26
175 Chapter 175 - 157: Spirit Lodging Artifacts 2026-10-26
176 Chapter 176 - 158: Her Children 2026-10-26
177 Chapter 177 - 159: Forged Blade 2026-10-26
178 Chapter 178 - 159: Forged Blade 2026-10-26
179 Chapter 179 - 160: Judgment 2026-10-26
180 Chapter 180 - 160: Judgment 2026-10-26
181 Chapter 181 - 161: Returning to Sleep 2026-10-26
182 Chapter 182 - 162: We Must Rise 2026-10-26
183 Chapter 183 - 162: We Shall Rise 2026-10-26
184 Chapter 184 - 162: We Must Rise 2026-10-26
185 Chapter 185 - 163: Automatic Secretary Doll 2026-10-26
186 Chapter 186 - 163: Automatic Secretary Doll 2026-10-26
187 Chapter 187 - 163: Automatic Secretary Doll 2026-10-26
188 Chapter 188 - 164: Boundary Stone 2026-10-26
189 Chapter 189 - 165: The Essence of Encryption 2026-10-26
190 Chapter 190 - 166: I Have an Expert Ancestor 2026-10-26
191 Chapter 191 - 166: There Was an Expert Among My Ancestors 2026-10-26
192 Chapter 192 - 167: Tribute 2026-10-26
193 Chapter 193 - 168: Mortal Enemy and the New Generation 2026-10-26
194 Chapter 194 - 169: Saint Anne’s Spring 2026-10-26
195 Chapter 195 - 170: Everything’s Fine at Home 2026-10-26
196 Chapter 196 - 170: Everything Is Fine at Home 2026-10-26
197 Chapter 197 - 170: All is Well at Home 2026-10-26
198 Chapter 198 - 171: Observation 2026-10-26
199 Chapter 199 - 171: Observation 2026-10-26
200 Chapter 200 172: Well Forbidden Song 2026-10-26

The entire living room fell silent.

Mother peeked out from the kitchen, a glass in her hand. She took one look and quietly retreated.

Evelyn’s eyelashes fluttered twice.

”You left it... at which inn?” Her voice was noticeably softer.

”The one in Osborne,” Richard said with a sincere look on his face.

”On the last night, while I was packing, I put the gift on the nightstand so I wouldn’t forget it in the morning.

But the next morning, I woke up with a stomachache. I had to run to the toilet four times, and then I was in a rush to catch the train, so it completely slipped my mind.”

”...”

Evelyn’s lips slowly formed into a pout.

She wasn’t about to actually cry, but the sense of being wronged was real. In fact, it might have been even more heart-wrenching than real tears.

She pulled her hands back from the edge of the table, unsure of where to put them, and ended up resting them on her apron again.

”So... how long will it take to mail it back?”

”From Osborne to Brighton, a mail packet usually takes a week.”

”And I didn’t write down the inn’s address.”

”Brother!”

Evelyn shot up from the table, planting her small hands on her hips.

”When I helped you pack before you left, I counted every single sock! And you come back and just tell me you forgot?”

”There was nothing I could do.”

”What about that...” She poked the notebook he had taken out of his backpack. ”You filled this with dense writing. How did you not forget *that*?”

”This is for work. It’s more important.”

”So my gift isn’t important?”

Richard stared at his sister for a moment.

The little girl was red from the tips of her ears to the top of her head.

Her two gray eyes glared at him, but halfway through, the fire in them fizzled out.

”I thought...” she mumbled under her breath. ”I thought you’d give me my gift the moment I opened the door.”

Seeing his sister’s pitiful expression, Richard felt his heart soften.

But he couldn’t resist wanting to watch her like this for a little longer.

”However...” he said, pretending something had just occurred to him.

”I did happen to grab a supplement from the *Daily Mail* at the transfer station, want it? The front page is about the strike at the Sheffield Steel Plant...”

”I don’t want to read about a strike!”

”How about the horse racing results from the Imperial Capital?”

”I don’t want that either!”

”Then...”

Richard looked at his sister’s puffed-up cheeks.

”Alright,” he finally said, breaking into a smile.

Evelyn froze.

”...Alright what?”

”I was teasing you.”

Richard walked over to his suitcase, opened it, and pulled out a small cloth pouch.

”...You!”

Evelyn’s eyes widened first, then her mouth fell open, and finally, she just stood there, frozen to the spot.

She had fallen from hope to disappointment, and then from disappointment into a sense of injustice.

Just when she thought the one thing she’d been looking forward to most this year had gone up in smoke, the little cloth pouch appeared, safe and sound.

Evelyn rushed over, raising her hand to pinch his arm.

But she suddenly remembered her hands were covered in flour. Her hand trembled in mid-air for a moment before she finally choked out:

”I was about to cry!”

”Then I’m sorry.”

Richard held the small cloth pouch out to her with both hands.

”My apologies.”

Evelyn huffed, wiped her hands vigorously on her apron, and then reluctantly took the pouch.

She untied the drawstring. Inside was a small booklet with a picture of a plump Yorkshire pudding on the cover.

”A collection of traditional pastry recipes from Yorkshire. I bought it at a bookstore in town.”

Evelyn opened it to the first page, her eyes already glued to it.

As she turned to the second page, she muttered, ”...I still haven’t forgiven you.”

”Mm-hm.”

”You’re not getting any of the pie I’m making tonight.” She turned to the third page.

Richard waited for her to turn two more pages, then pulled a small sachet tied with a silver ribbon from his suitcase.

He had bought it on a whim while passing through the entrance to Osborne Town.

”Here.” He pressed the sachet into Evelyn’s hand.

”What’s this?”

”It’s made from wildflowers from around the ’Maiden Spring’ in Osborne,” Richard explained. ”Legend says it brings peace and safety, and it works best for unmarried girls.”

”Really?”

”...It’s a legend.”

Evelyn turned the sachet over, examined it, and tucked it directly into her apron pocket.

The gift for their mother was a small bouquet of dried flowers wrapped in cotton paper.

”Lavender from the Gael Highlands. The local innkeeper’s wife made it by hand. It’s more fragrant than what you’d find in a flower shop.”

Mother took the dried flowers and brought them to her nose, taking a sniff.

”Mm... it is fragrant.”

She decided to put them in her bedroom.

Richard walked to the study door and knocked.

”Dad.”

He handed a tin can inside.

”A tobacco tin from the Sheffield Steel Plant.”

Captain Field had recommended it; you could buy them near the transfer station.

His father took the can and turned it over to look at the steel plant’s mark on the bottom.

”From Sheffield. This is good steel, indeed.”

Richard returned to the dining table. Evelyn was already on the fifth page of the recipe book, muttering to herself.

”Hmm... Yorkshire ’Flommen Tarts’ are made with a thin pastry crust. The flour should be sifted twice, and the temperature can’t be too high when adding the butter...”

She was completely absorbed in her baking notes.

”These Flommen Tarts require black treacle. Do we have any at home?” she asked, looking up at her mother.

”There should be half a jar left in the cabinet.”

”Is half a jar enough for two batches?”

”More than enough.”

”I’ll try making it tomorrow then.” Evelyn lowered her head again. ”And this ’Pajin Cake’ needs rolled oats and ginger powder...”

Beside them, their mother cleared the table, taking away the empty bowls and returning with a cup of hot tea.

She placed the teacup in front of Richard. ”Dinner will be in an hour.”

”Okay.”

The fire in the hearth crackled.

Outside the window, the sky had darkened, and the streetlamps were lit.

He was home.

All was well with his family.

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