Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 654

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Chapter 654: Chapter 654 - Taming the Fifth Year - Pledge - End

Ren was still laughing, he couldn’t help it. The idea of Larissa, the most controlled and diplomatic person he knew, calling herself immature was so absurd that the laughter simply burst out.

It wasn’t mockery, just genuine amusement at the disconnect between her self-perception and reality.

Larissa puffed her cheeks, her expression transforming into something between offended and embarrassed. The gesture was so childish and genuine, that it made Ren doubt the point he was about to make, but...

’No, it’s not about appearance,’ he thought.

"Don’t laugh!" she protested, though there was no real anger in her voice. More like embarrassed indignation.

Ren raised his hand quickly, still smiling but trying to control himself. "No, don’t take it wrong. It’s just that I find it funny you call yourself immature when you’re the most mature person I know. At almost inhuman levels..."

Larissa looked at him with skepticism, one eyebrow raised. "Really?"

"Really," Ren confirmed, his smile softening into a less amused one. "Look, my father always told me something about women. He said that with my mother and all the girls and women he met in his life, he learned that a man should apologize and just accept the blame. That way one was happier, because from what he knew, it was very difficult for a woman to accept her mistakes."

He paused, considering his words carefully. This was delicate territory, potentially offensive if phrased wrong or left halfway.

"And he told me that when I learned to accept errors even without knowing what they were, I’d be a mature man. But I realize it’s not true... You can know all your mistakes if you try hard enough to understand... And I know because... I realize not all are like that. Maybe I’ve seen it with several people, but at least not with you."

He looked at Larissa directly, meeting her eyes with sincerity that made looking away impossible.

"So I think that capacity of yours to accept when you’re wrong demonstrates you’re not immature. Not at all... You try hard to understand, even though we think differently, like different things and are different, you showed me it’s just a matter of analyzing carefully what seems normal to us but could bother others."

The words hung between them, heavier than their simple phrasing suggested. An acknowledgment of her efforts, her growth, her willingness.

Larissa sighed and leaned back in her chair, but this time with a small smile touching her lips.

"Thank you."

She let the silence settle for a moment before continuing, gathering her thoughts.

"It’s surprising and stressful... that you worry about and observe others so much but don’t realize why you make us sigh. Could it be that humility implies denial?" Larissa looked at the ceiling and whispered so low it could have been a thought.

Wondering about the disconnect between his self-perception and reality.

"There’s nothing to thank, really I..." Ren began.

"But I still... feel immature. Because there’s something I want," her voice interrupted him despite being soft, vulnerable, "and I can’t find the ’maturity’ to ’make it happen’, ’take it’."

Ren didn’t completely understand what she was referring to, but he spoke anyway...

"If that’s the case," he said carefully, choosing words that felt safe, "then it’s still okay."

Larissa blinked, looking at him with confusion. "Why are you so sure it’s okay?"

"It’s still okay," Ren repeated, his expression becoming more serious but also warmer. "You have a long life ahead. I don’t see the point in rushing maturity when you’re already so far ahead of all of us."

"I’m ahead?" Larissa repeated, the word tasting strange in her mouth.

"Yes," Ren nodded, conviction in his voice. "You have options, time to decide exactly what you want and how to get it. You don’t need to rush."

Larissa felt something warm expanding in her chest. She knew he didn’t mean exactly what she wanted... But Ren had hit the nail on the head without realizing it.

Without completely understanding what she was talking about, he’d said exactly what she needed to hear.

His mana confirmed it. Pure sincerity, no hidden meanings, just genuine care.

"Maybe you’re right," she said finally, her smile becoming more authentic. "There’s no rush."

’Help her not lose something? If things advance very quickly? Is it a bit of paranoia or insecurity? I suppose it’s something she wants a lot and fears losing if she doesn’t hurry to obtain it?’