Holmes was carried onto the carriage.
With a swing of his cane, Levin knocked him out cold—his strike was ruthless, without a trace of mercy.
Swelling with pride and brandishing his cane as if he were a general returning from victory, Levin saw Marvin's odd expression and couldn't help asking, "What's with that look again?"
Why do you ask?
Striking from behind...
It certainly was somewhat unethical, but then again, hadn't Holmes delivered a sneak attack and struck Levin with a sap before?
Now it could be considered paying him back in kind, squaring the ledger.
"Yuniya, no need to carry on studying, let's go to the market and buy some vegetables. We should welcome your brother Levin home with a feast."
"Yay!"
Yuniya tossed aside the multiplication table and scampered over to Marvin, beaming as she said, "Daddy, Yuniya wants to eat cream pastries too!"
"Alright, alright, we have an oven at home. I'll buy the ingredients and make them for you."
"Okay!"
