Love Across the Light Years -The Devil CEO Indulges My Lies.-Chapter 37: It’s very special.

A few days later —

Karl was finally looking better —almost as if he found exactly what he had been searching for.

The solution.

The shield.

"You are ready?" he asked over the call.

The reply from the other end made his lips curl upward in satisfaction.

"Good, good," he said, nodding to himself. "Stay prepared. Once I confirm, I will send you the location. As for the rest ... I will handle it personally. No need for you to worry."

A soft hum came through the line in agreement.

Karl ended the call, turning around with barely contained excitement.

But his expression paused the moment his gaze landed on Eira.

She was sitting quietly on the couch, staring at the silk scarf in her hands —so intently that it looked as though she were trying to read something hidden within its threads.

Just what was so special about that scarf?

First, it came out of Old Demon’s pocket.

Then it caught Jasper’s attention.

And now even Eira seemed utterly captivated by it.

Karl narrowed his eyes slightly.

His gaze flickered once more toward the scarf before curiosity got the better of him. He stepped forward and reached out to touch it.

But just as his fingers were about to brush the fabric —

Eira pulled it away sharply.

Her small body stiffened, and her eyes turned guarded —prickly, defensive, like a tiny hedgehog ready to attack.

Karl froze.

He had never seen her react like that before.

Immediately, he withdrew his hand and raised both palms in surrender, shaking his head quickly.

"My sweet little one," he said gently, his voice coaxing, "don’t get angry at your Fourth Uncle over such a small misunderstanding. I wasn’t trying to snatch it from you."

He leaned slightly, lowering his voice as if soothing a startled kitten.

"I was only curious."

His gaze softened — but his eyes still flickered toward the scarf.

Because now ...

He was even more certain.

That thing wasn’t ordinary.

Not at all.

Little Eira noticed his gaze lingering on the scarf and drew it even closer to herself, protecting it like treasure.

"Curious?" she asked, still guarded.

Karl nodded before crouching down in front of her.

"Yes," he said. Then, pointing gently toward the silk, he asked, "Is that scarf really very special?"

Eira looked at it, thinking for a moment before nodding with a small hum.

"Mhm-hm~ It’s very special. Eira isn’t going to give it to anyone." Her intent was clear. She wasn’t going to give it away.

Karl quickly shook his head. "I wasn’t going to take it from you. I just want to know what makes it so special."

His gaze drifted back to the fabric.

"Is it the color that Eira likes? Or its softness?"

He looked up at her again, explaining patiently.

"If it’s the color, I will take you shopping and get you many dresses just like that. And if it’s the softness, I will get the similar fabric in different colors and ask your Third Uncle to design beautiful outfits for you. He would love to do that if that’s for you."

He smiled gently at her and then asked again.

"So, can you tell me —what makes it special? The color ... or the softness?"

Eira blinked, trying to understand him. When she did, she shook her head honestly.

"Neither."

"Neither?" Karl blinked, shifting slightly. "Then what is it?"

"Mama," she replied, as if the answer had been obvious from the beginning.

She looked back down at the scarf, her lips curling into a small, satisfied smile.

"Mama makes it special."

"Mama?" Karl repeated, confused.

He remembered what his big brother had told her while giving her the scarf. But ... could children really be convinced so easily?

Just saying something was enough to make them believe?

For obvious reasons, Karl felt a pang of sadness for the little one.

Not only was she longing for a mother ... she was being comforted with something that wasn’t even real.

His heart softened.

He slowly reached out and gently caressed her hair.

When she looked up at him, blinking innocently, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

She was his dearest niece. His favorite little one.

How could he bear to watch her being fooled by something so meaningless?

No ... he wouldn’t allow it.

Not while he was here.

His expression turned serious.

"Little Eira, sweetie ... I know this might hurt you," he said gently, "but this scarf doesn’t belong to your mother."

Eira blinked again.

Karl mistook her silence for shock —for a child trying to accept something so painful.

After all, being deceived by his own father wasn’t easy to process.

Even he wouldn’t be able to accept it.

His chest tightened with sympathy.

He patted her head tenderly.

"Don’t blame your father. He didn’t mean to hurt you," he said, continuing further to explain. "He only wanted to make you happy. You missed your mother so much ... so he tried to give you something that could comfort you."

He glanced at the scarf again.

"This isn’t hers. He probably just bought it from some store. Don’t get too attached to something that isn’t real ... okay?"

Eira stared at him quietly.

She didn’t understand everything he said —but she understood enough to get the gist of it.

Looking at him, she hugged the scarf closer and shook her head firmly as though she was sure of what she was saying.

"This scarf is Mama’s. Eira knows it."

Karl frowned. "No, it’s not."

"It is," she insisted —and though arguing wasn’t in her nature, she would never yield when it came to her mother.

The crease between Karl’s brows deepened.

How could you be so sure? Your father just lied to comfort you. You don’t have to believe everything he says."

He didn’t know how else he should explain it to her.

Her little brows furrowed again. She shook her head.

"He didn’t lie," she said. "This is Mama’s. It carries her smell."

Karl froze.

"Her smell?" he repeated, completely dumbfounded.