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It's like a super idealistic warrior, but it's not like that at all in practice.

At least Xiling didn't feel that she was particularly capable. She was okay at finding things with a goal in mind, but otherwise, well, she could lose even a simple coin toss with Kevin.

As soon as Xiling stood up, an explosion rang out not far away. Looking over, Xiling saw only a cloud of smoke, but he clearly saw two people jump out of the window.

"Okay, mission objective found"

She leaped from rooftop to rooftop, then jumped down into a narrow alley. Xiling casually pulled the hood of her clothes over her head and blended seamlessly into the crowd.

He watched as a young man from Sakota stopped in the street with the little girl.

"That's Aizer's mother, and lovely Cecilia."

Xiling followed the two at a leisurely pace, passing through several streets. Watching the two point to each other ahead, they finally arrived at a residential area.

“We’re almost there… Cecilia, do you recognize the roads around here?” Ezel asked Cecilia, looking down at her.

Cecilia looked around at the houses and spoke with some difficulty.

"Hmm... I've seen all these houses before, but... there are so many houses that look the same."

"Cecilia, did you just move to this neighborhood?"

"Moving? I don't remember ever moving."

"Hey?"

"I'm sorry, Brother Aizer, Mom always takes me out at night, and the streets are different..."

Just as the two were about to look for a house, a friendly voice rang out.

"Have you two encountered any difficulties?" Xiling walked out of the street and looked at the two with a smile.

"You are..." Aizel looked at Xiling carefully, somewhat uncertainly.

"It's neither Sakta nor Liboli."

"Oh, isn't this little Cecilia!" Xiling looked at the little girl with feigned surprise.

"......Who are you?"

Xiling smiled and crouched down to meet Cecilia's gaze. "Let's say I know your mother."

Ezel silently stepped in front of Cecilia. "Do you know where she lives?"

"I know, and you know too."

"...I know that too."

7-265 Serfas Street

Upon hearing the address Xiling gave, Aizel's expression changed, becoming extremely grim.

Yes, he knew it, he knew the room number better than anyone else, but how could it be this room number!

Aizel was somewhat afraid to look Cecilia in the eye.

He said he would help the child find his mother, but! But! Aizel clutched his head in anguish. The child's mother was already dead! Something he had confirmed for sure.

Just as Aizel was troubled, someone gently tugged at the hem of her clothes, and Aizel looked down.

"Brother Aizer, what's wrong? You look terrible."

Taking a deep breath, Aizel tried to suppress the pain in her heart, but her voice still trembled slightly, "I'm fine, Cecilia... Let's... you go home first."

"Let's go home, Cecilia."

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Chapter Seven: Three Moves to Shatter Your Melee Dreams

The three stopped in front of a house.

Ezel spoke softly, "...We're home, Cecilia."

Cecilia nodded, but hesitated before saying, "Um... I don't have the key, I can't open the door... Brother Ezel, could you..." Before Cecilia could finish, she saw Ezel's pale face and immediately changed her tone to ask with concern:

"Brother Aizel, are you really alright? Are you feeling unwell...? You've looked terrible since earlier."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself," Xiling patted the kind-hearted Sakta guy on the shoulder.

"...You know."

Xiling nodded.

The door opened with a click.

Xiling stood at the door and said to the two of them, "I won't go in."

As the two entered the house, Xiling leaned against the door.

He knew what would happen next, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't change what had happened in the past. Not long after, sorrowful weeping could be heard from inside the house.

Hearing the sorrowful cries coming from inside the house, Xiling sighed helplessly. Even though he already knew, he still felt sad for the little girl, and he was also a little angry at the uninvited guests who had come here.

"Am I being too dramatic?" Xiling, leaning against the door, opened her eyes and looked at a certain green potted plant.

"If you want, stay wherever it's cooler, and you might avoid physical suffering."

"...Who are you, young man? Why are you here?" Oren looked at Xiling, who was not someone he had expected, with a smile on his face.

Who I am isn't important; what's important is whether you're really not leaving.

Looking at the smiling green bonsai in front of him, Xiling recalled what the other party wanted to do: to make his country strong. He could understand that, but that was not a reason for him to lay a hand on a child.

"I have a mission to complete before I can leave."

Aizel and Cecilia, who were inside the room, heard the commotion outside.

“Cecilia is hiding behind me,” Azel said as he walked toward the door. He then saw the man who claimed to know Cecilia’s mother standing in the doorway facing a messenger from all nations.

As Oren saw Ezel emerge from the gate, he immediately waved, "Hey! Ezel, how about you try to persuade this young man? I still have a task assigned by the Pope."

"Are you a messenger from all nations?"

"Yes, that's right, you have a good eye."

"What are you doing here?"

Oren smiled. "I'm here on the Pope's orders to escort Cecilia to the cathedral."

Just as Oren was about to say something more...

"I'll give you three more seconds. Turn around and disappear from my sight." Xiling stood in front of Oren, her eyes calm.

"...Brother, what do you mean by this? This is an internal matter for Laterano, and it's not appropriate for an outsider like you to interfere..."

With a clang, the holy sword was drawn.

Xiling pointed the holy sword in her hand at Oren.

"Your words have no effect on me. Green Bonsai, you now have only two choices: either you believe you can withstand the holy sword in my hand, or you turn around and leave."

"Wait, Your Excellency!" Aizel said urgently. He never expected that the man who had looked so kind would draw his sword without saying a word.

Xiling did not respond to Aizel; his eyes met Oren's.

"...Who exactly is this guy? He seems to know all about my actions, he might even know my plans, but how is that possible?" As Oren's brain worked and he pondered, his hand was already on his guard gun.

It seems you've made your choice.

"Is it over here?" Fiameta, who had gotten the clue, was running quickly down the street when a loud bang reached her ears.

......

"You're really amazing, bro." Oren's forehead was covered in beads of sweat, but he didn't dare to wipe them away. There was a sword resting on his neck.

With a single sword stroke, he shattered the bullet; with a single step, he charged forward and defeated the enemy in one move.

"Three moves to shatter your melee dreams. Marksmen shouldn't try to play melee against warriors. Don't you understand that?"

"Your Excellency, please calm down!" Aizel hurriedly stepped forward. He didn't know what was going on or why the fighting had suddenly started, but he couldn't just watch a messenger from all nations die in front of him.

"Hiling, what are you doing!" Fiameta, who had just arrived, shouted loudly upon seeing this scene, while also placing her hand on her gun.

She didn't immediately draw her gun, but instead looked at Xiling with a sharp gaze.

"They came really fast," Xiling thought to herself as she watched Fiameta arrive.

Turning her gaze back to Oren, Xiling's tone was admonishing, "You'd better think carefully about what you're doing. What do the lives of other races mean to you? Oren, I'll let you off this time, because I don't know if you've indiscriminately killed innocent people."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Xiling sheathed the holy sword that was held to Oren's neck and then turned and ran away.

Xiling not only ran away, but ran very fast, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

"That guy, what... what's going on?" After being warned, Oren watched Xiling leave before catching his breath.

"What exactly happened? And Oren, why are you here?" Fiameta stepped forward, her tone serious.

"...I was just there to do a favor, and then that guy suddenly attacked me. You seem to know him, Fiamet."

Fiameta "......

"Haha, I've at least delivered my favor. I was terrified when a sword was held to my head. I'm leaving now." Oren felt that the plan might have changed and it was not advisable to stay here any longer.

Fiameta's gaze was fixed on Oren as he left. She had a feeling that something was amiss, but the two people in front of her were more important at the moment.

Fiameta turned to look at Ezel and Cecilia.

......

"Would you like some food?"

Aizel and Fiameta fell silent as Xiling appeared before them with a bag of food.

Fiameta didn't know where to begin complaining. Didn't this guy just run away? How did he end up in front of her again?

"Hmm, aren't you hungry? Little Cecilia must be hungry. Here, take these freshly baked donuts." Xiling snuggled up to Cecilia in Fiameta's arms and handed her the donuts.

Cecilia looked at Ezel as if asking if it was edible, while Ezel looked at Fiametta in the same way, asking if it was edible.

Fiameta wanted to give Aizel a look that said, "How did I know?"

Looking at the three of them, Xiling smiled. "You're not afraid of poison or anything, are you? How about this: you tell me which one you want to eat, then point to a spot, and I'll break it off and eat it. You can then see if I'm poisoned."

“…No need. What exactly do you want to do here?” Fiameta took the food from Xiling’s hand, and the other two did the same.

"Oh, I was asked to come here to ensure the little girl's safety, although I don't think she'll be in any danger. By the way, are you tired?" Xiling spread her hands in response.

"If you're tired, I can hold little Cecilia for you~"

Facing Xiling's expectant gaze, Cecilia said, "If you're tired, I can get down and walk by myself."

Am I being rejected?

“Isn’t that obvious?” Fiameta retorted irritably.

Just then, a song reached Cecilia's ears, and the song evoked memories for her.

“This song sounds familiar,” Cecilia thought. Searching for the source of the sound, she soon noticed a cotton candy truck.

"What's wrong, Cecilia?" Noticing Cecilia's unusual behavior, Ezel asked softly.

"No, it's nothing," Cecilia shook her head. She felt that the older sister was a bit fierce and shouldn't cause any more trouble for the older brother.

Xiling glanced at the cotton candy truck, a slight smile playing on her lips. She then patted Fiameta on the shoulder, and, seeing Fiameta's puzzled look, pointed to the cotton candy truck.

"Look, there are Sarkaz over there, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

"What are you saying!" Fiameta's eyes changed, becoming extremely serious.

She looked in the direction Xiling pointed and saw the cotton candy truck as well.