They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 478: What He Really Felt

Carl must be curious what she thought of him, and of the other two.

She took a breath, smoothed her hair back behind her ear, and organized her thoughts carefully, because she already knew he would catch her if she tried to wriggle around the question again.

She let out another small sigh, pressing her lips together as if weighing every word with care. She looked down for a moment, then lifted her gaze to meet Carl’s.

"Alright," she began, voice soft but clear.

"If Arthur is an iceberg, recently steadfast, massive, impossible to ignore, then Somto is...like a mountain range."

She paused, searching for the right image. "Strong in a different way. He feels like something that’s been there for thousands of years. No matter what storms or earthquakes come, he doesn’t really move. He has this...quiet certainty about him. It makes you feel like if he says you’re safe, then you really are, no matter what."

Carl listened without moving, though inwardly he felt a small tightening in his chest. There was a different warmth in her tone when she spoke about Somto, so subtle most people would miss it, but he had learned to hear those delicate shifts.

Still, he kept his expression neutral, only tapping his pen lightly against his notebook as if to encourage her to continue.

She went on, voice taking on a thoughtful lilt. "Arthur is colder, more distant, but it doesn’t feel uncaring. He has this focus...like nothing can distract him when he decides something matters. He’s intimidating, but also comforting in this very strict way. Like if he’s watching over you, he’ll never waver. You can rely on him."

Carl’s eyes softened at that. Yes, Arthur always had been unwavering, a quality he respected deeply.

her lips. "You’re...like

amusement flickering in his eyes, though he

like your warmth is just...endless. But there’s so much going on beneath all that light. You can be playful or serious, gentle or overwhelming. And you never stop paying attention,

a little shrug. "It’s...hard to describe better than that.

don’t really believe this. I believe that as far as the proper amount of effort is put in,

something unreadable flickered across his face before he tucked it away behind a small

long taught himself to bear. She saw him so clearly.

tender, he couldn’t help but wonder if

quietly. Because Somto’s heart, as far as Carl knew,

any of that show. Instead, he gave her an approving nod,

a gift for metaphors," he said lightly. "I’m flattered you think I’m the ocean under

by how much she had said, but the tension in her shoulders eased as she

leaned back in his chair, tapping the pen against his palm, studying her with a fondness so practiced that not even she, so perceptive in

steady and

knew he would be watching her more closely from

if her heart was truly starting to move toward Somto, he needed

himself he would always be her family. And sometimes, family meant quietly carrying the sorrows no one else

I knew he wasn’t telling me to choose a personality. But seriously, couldn’t he have done a