I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

"No, at least I didn't see it. It's just... your injuries... your injuries are healing...?"

A look of surprise flashed across Bawanxi's beautiful eyes.

For the past few days, herbal remedies had been ineffective in curing Du Wei, but now, his injuries are visibly healing.

It looked like a miracle.

"It's back to normal... That's good..."

Du Wei was acutely aware of the comfort of his soul flowing into his body.

The soul destroyed by Morse is still being digested by him.

At this rate, my injuries will heal in less than half an hour, and I will be able to regain my fighting ability.

"It's good that you've recovered, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Idiot, you hugged me too hard!"

Before Du Wei could react, Bawanxi grabbed him by the neck.

The aroma that fills the nose is sweet and fragrant, like honey.

In fact, this was the first time he had been approached so closely by a woman.

Unfortunately, he couldn't enjoy this due to his injuries, not to mention that Bawanshi didn't control the force well.

Keep in mind that her strength is A+ among Servants.

This kind of finding joy amidst hardship was difficult for him to grasp.

"I'm sorry... I've made things worse again..."

Bawanshi quickly let go of his hand, lowered her head, and said guiltily.

It's heartbreaking to see them like this.

Having been bullied by fairies since the beginning, she had become accustomed to accepting her fate and was afraid of being scolded by others again.

They can only live by watching how others feel.

They believe that everything wrong in life is justified.

It's both tragic and heartbreaking.

"Don't worry about it, I didn't mean to blame you."

Du Wei reached out and patted Bawanxi's head.

Seeing Bawanshi so remorseful, he couldn't help but want to comfort her, much like seeing a pitiful little animal.

It wasn't until I realized what was happening that I had reached out my hand.

It seems impolite to touch someone's head without permission.

However, Bavanshi did not harbor any prejudice against Du Wei because of this incident.

On the contrary, she felt much more at ease after being patted on the head.

No fairy had ever treated her like this before.

"Why didn't you call for help? If you hadn't, I would have been too late to save you if I had just been one step slower."

Du Wei withdrew his hand and asked her, puzzled.

A normal person would have called for help in that frantic situation.

"I'm sorry... because I'm a superfluous fairy, of no use to anyone, and I don't have any goals as a fairy."

Bawanshi subconsciously apologized to Du Wei again.

She had witnessed the fairies' frenzy firsthand.

"If only I am wasted, and everyone in the village can be happy... then the outcome must be good."

There was no hatred in Bawanshi's eyes when she said this.

There was no hostility or disgust towards the fairies, only trust in the thoughts in their own hearts.

That is the purest form of kindness.

Kindness that will not be abandoned even in the face of many misfortunes.

"How could this be? How could this outcome be good!"

Du Wei's anger reignited.

It wasn't anger at her as a person, but rather resentment at the pure nature of fairies.

Her existence was too tragic.

They haven't even experienced happiness themselves, yet they say they hope others can be happy.

Bawanshi has never found happiness in any of her reincarnations.

She had already experienced too much cruelty in her several previous lives.

As a fairy, in each of her reincarnations she was given, she was used because she was useful, and discarded like trash when she was no longer useful.

Fortunately, she met Du Wei before she was taken advantage of.

Du Wei will not allow anyone to persecute her.

"...Did I say something wrong? Du Wei, I'm sorry...I'm only making you angry by being here..."

Bawanshi lowered her head, lost in self-blame.

She has lived like this since birth.

"No... I'm not angry... Forget what I just said. From now on, I won't let anyone hurt me. Just like you saved me, I will save others too."

"I don't really understand..."

“It’s okay, start today and follow me. I hope to truly live for myself, and that starts with never saying 'I'm sorry' again.” Xin

While chatting with Bawanxi, Du Wei's injuries had mostly healed. (Swelling)

Then you can get up and leave the village. (Brick)

He possessed memories related to the Type-Moon world from his previous life, and was familiar with the general situation of the Fairy Kingdom in the British Lostbelt. Guilt.

As for Bavanshi...

She didn't have much attachment to the village.

For her, Du Wei was the only person she didn't reject.

Bawanxi is content just to be with Du Wei.

She was even afraid that Du Wei would abandon her.

In reality, Bawanxi was simply overthinking things; Du Wei would never abandon her no matter what. (Ling)

Just as Bavanshi didn't abandon him that day. Uncle

Du Wei wouldn't be so arrogant as to tell Bawanshi that he lives for himself.

Even if you like Bawanxi, you shouldn't say that.

Because that's nothing more than taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

What he really wanted was for Bavanshi to like him based on her own self-awareness, not that kind of thin and hypocritical love.

You should know that he used to be a Kamen Rider.

"Du Wei, where do we go next?"

"Hmm... Let's leave this annoying village first, and decide on the rest once we get to the city. Bawanshi, um... what era is it again? Which direction is the nearest city?"

"This... if I remember correctly... should be..."

The two left the village that had been burned by flames.

They embarked on their own journey.

Today is the day Britain begins to change; the six great clans could never have imagined that they would be changed by a single human.

The mission, titled "Saving Opera," has only just begun.

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