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Leonard Churchill and Seven Brown were both straightforward people, devoid of any unnecessary pretense or arrogance.

After their moments of joy, both resumed their familiar routines, each busied with their own affairs.

They didn’t venture outside, preferring the peaceful tranquility of their room instead.

One researched mechanical drawings, while the other focused on consolidating their advanced realm.

Lion City is the territory of the Lionheart Family, the land of the enemy.

After the “1981 Titan Research Institute” has been cleared, there were undoubtedly a swarm of people diligently searching every corner of the city for the champions.

However, out of the thirty who entered the Alternate Dimension, only Leonard and Seven survived.

The enemies, therefore, had no useful leads in their hands.

As for the situation with the Hunter’s Association.

Both of them had already addressed all potential issues at the time of registration, so there was little to worry about.

Moreover, with the reputable identity of Baron Charles to shield them, the problems were unlikely to find their way to them.

Thus, the two of them remained undisturbed in this manner for another day and night.

The next day, after lunch.

Leonard, as usual, perused the scriptures while immersed in deep contemplation.

However, as he was immersed in his reading, his countenance shifted subtly, as if he sensed an invisible call.

This sensation was not new. He had experienced it twice before.

It was very familiar to him.

Knowing what was about to happen, Leonard turned his gaze towards the exquisite bookmark.

As expected, after a moment’s gaze, the words left behind last time on the bookmark began to dissipate slowly.

Then a new line of text appeared: “Mr. Sunny… I am sorry, I couldn’t help you the last time. I later sought advice from other teachers, but they still had no better solutions for your Mental Deformation… I wonder if you are well. Ah, destiny will surely favor you…”

Upon reading this, Leonard smiled faintly.

If it were not for the letters from this mysterious pen pal, he wouldn’t have thought of spying on the Silver Moon Sect.

The pen pal indeed helped him greatly.

The earlier text was full of apologies and concerns.

Leonard continued to read on.

More text appeared on the paper: “I am sorry if this letter bothers you. But I had encountered another problem that is troubling me. I cannot express this problem to anyone. I can only write it in a letter to you. Ah, forgive me for my confused thoughts. Here’s what happened: After my coming-of-age ceremony, my family awarded me first place. And then… Then many… people came to propose. You must understand this kind of trouble, right?”

At this point, Leonard pretty much guessed what would follow in the letter.

According to the previous letters, Miss Anne is likely from a very wealthy home.

She scored first in the evaluation.

This brought into the picture a probable matter of family inheritance.

Given the Nobility Centralization currently in the Federation, arranged marriages were unavoidable.

This is particularly applicable for women.

As expected, the following text read: “My mother told me that the family elders have decided that I am to be engaged in two months. I am to marry a young master from a high-ranking noble family. But… I have not even met him. My best friend discovered that he is a womanizing… scoundrel, who is also infected with many diseases… My mother loves me, she knows I dislike him, but she also said that it’s the duty of all female family members. Marrying into high- ranking nobility is deemed as the best fate for me. I can’t quite express what I’m trying to say… It’s just… I’m very unhappy. My father, and even my dearest grandfather… they all said that I should comply with the arrangement made by the family, as it would strengthen the family. I am lost… Maybe, I should agree to this as everyone else and live this way for a lifetime? But the more I think about the future, the unhappier I become. I want to ask… Mr. Sunny, do you feel the same?”

The writing stopped there.

Leonard carefully read each word.

Between the lines, he felt an overwhelming sense of lingering melancholy and confusion.

The mysterious pen pal was indeed very unhappy.

As if his immunity as a jester had been triggered, Leonard picked up his pen swiftly and began drafting a reply: “Ah no, Miss Anne, your previous advice has helped me discover several unique methods. I was able to suppress my Mental Deformation. I am deeply grateful to you. As for your question, as I am not in your situation, I cannot fully comprehend your dilemma. However, I can share my humble viewpoint.”

He continued to write: “In my view, ‘Only pursue it if you want it. Don’t regret it if it’s done.’ This is the best attitude towards affection. It is also the best way to approach life. Life is short and fragile, so we must boldly pursue freedom and respect our heart’s choices. Life must always bloom for oneself, not for others. This is my understanding of the meaning of life. If it were me, I would always choose a life that I love. I wish you happiness in every day of your life.”

Leonard did not bother mentioning the benefits of family unions for the family.

In his eyes, even life and death were not the most paramount, let alone anything else.

Since she asked, he shared his genuine opinion.

Leonard did not overthink it.

Regarding the emotional issues of a young lady, he could only share his thoughts.

Beyond a few casual words, he was not in a position to help.

As he wrote, a thought flickered across his mind, since she had written a letter, why not ask more?

After all, such a one-way exchange of letters was extremely rare.