A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

After all, she doesn't belong here.

The air was thick with the stench of blood; so many lives had been lost that the smell would likely linger for some time.

Dorothea pressed down her long hair that was being blown around by the wind.

Unfortunately, the mischievous strands of hair were still scratching her face.

“Breclas, he’s so pitiful,” Dorothea said to Breccia as she walked back.

Bray didn't join in the cheers of the crowd and quietly left Carlogaris.

Carlogaris's figure was so dazzling that he barely noticed the activity of Bray or Dorothea.

“Pitiful? You might be right.” Bray looked intently at Carlogaris.

"But no matter how many times it's repeated, he'll still choose this option."

"Even if I regret it many years later, I would still make the same choice if I could do it all over again."

“Because he had no choice,” Bray said to Dorothea.

"And what about you?" Dorothea asked curiously.

“Me? Of course I wouldn’t choose that, because I’m not like him.” He didn’t aspire to be a hero; he only hoped that even in death, he would still be a “person” he could be proud of. “Tick-tock, tick-tock.” The clock in the house was ticking.

Salom sat quietly in the chair, surrounded by darkness.

Even though she couldn't see, she could still feel the chill and coldness caused by the lack of sunlight.

Cheers erupted from the city at times, and silence fell at others.

She was indeed very curious about what was happening outside, but she remained quietly seated there.

If you wander off, you could easily run into danger.

Everyone is fighting hard, fighting for everyone in this city.

Therefore, Salom believed that he should not cause trouble.

Most importantly, she wanted to wait here for Carlogaris to return.

If Carlogaris returns and can't find him, he'll be very worried.

No one knows Carlogaris better than himself.

She wanted to welcome him back properly. To others, Kalogaris was a great hero, but to Salom herself, he was her husband.

Yes, the person I like the most now is also the person who cares about me the most.

In the end, she could faintly hear the excited shouts of the people in the city.

Ah, that sound must have been very loud, otherwise how could I have heard it while inside the house?

Since everyone is cheering, it must mean that the war has been won, right?

“That’s great,” Shalom murmured, a smile spreading across his face.

If they win, it means that Carlogaris is also safe and sound.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the pendulum is still spinning, and Salom is still sitting.

Her serene demeanor made one feel that she could wait here forever, until the end of time.

"Creak—" The door was pushed open.

The force with which the door was pushed open, and the footsteps as I stepped into the room, were all very familiar.

“Welcome back.” Salom smiled sweetly, then stood up from the chair, touched the wall, and lit the lamp.

Yes, even if the person who came back didn't say anything, she would know who it was.

Those heavy footsteps could only come from Carlogaris, who carried two greatswords on his back.

He always carried two large swords on his back and rarely took them off.

Sometimes Salom would even get jealous, because of the two swords.

After all, he has such a lovely wife at home, how could he possibly be looking after his own sword?

“I’m back.” Carlogaris looked at Salom’s face, momentarily dazed.

“…” Shalom was slightly taken aback after hearing Carlogaris’s voice.

I always felt there was helplessness and exhaustion in Carlogaris's voice.

“You won, didn’t you?” Shalom groped around and then touched Carlogaris’s hand, finding his exact location.

"Yes, we won." Carlogaris gripped Shalom's hand tightly and nodded earnestly.

His eyes were so earnest, but unfortunately, Salom couldn't see it.

"But you're not happy at all."

“Yes…” Carlogaris said softly.

"Are there many things you don't want to say?" Shalom said, but there was no hint of anger in his tone.

She wasn't the kind of person to make a fuss unreasonably. Since Carlogaris didn't want to talk about it, then it must be something that would make both of them unhappy if she did.

"Um, I'm sorry." Carlogaris hesitated, then stopped himself from speaking.

Looking at Salom's face, his expression became somewhat complicated.

What he will become in the future is still uncertain.

But he had a strong premonition that his body was completely unable to withstand such powerful force.

The concept, this power, is something that lower species have no right to control.

Will he die? Or will his fate be even more tragic than death?

Carlogaris didn't know, but he knew that the time ahead would become very precious to him.

“Really? But it’s alright.” Shalom cupped Carlogaris’s face in his hands.

The prickly beard made Salom smile gently.

"It's good that you're back."

What could be a better ending than both of them being safe and sound? There isn't.

"Today, our family is still united." Salom's wish is simple: that Carlogaris can return safely every time.

"Yes, you're right." Carlogaris's voice sounded normal, but tears were already welling up in his eyes.

There's another reason why someone might not cry: besides not being able to cry, they might not want others to see their vulnerable side.

Carlogaris was not an indifferent person; he also had moments when he wanted to cry.

It was simply the role he was playing that prevented him from showing even the slightest weakness.

Carlogaris did everything in his power and successfully protected everything.

So there's nothing to complain about.

However, if possible, he really didn't want to have this power.

It would be wonderful if there were a way to protect everyone without using this power.

Unfortunately, the world wasn't that kind to him.

Carlogaris kept his voice steady; he didn't want his wife to know he was crying.

If I can't hold on tomorrow or the day after, what should I do?

Even if she persists for a year or ten years, what will happen to Shalom after that?

Salom needs someone to take care of her, and Carlogaris hopes that he will always be the one to take care of her.

It's selfish, but that's the truest reflection of his heart.

"Are you crying?" Shalom said softly, feeling the dampness on her fingertips.

"The roof is leaking, isn't it?"

"Pfft." Shalom chuckled.

"I want to take care of you."

“Haven’t you always taken good care of me?” Shalom said.

Kalogaris wanted to be the one to take care of Shalom, and Shalom also wished that her beloved Kalogaris would always take care of her.

"What will you do if I die in the future?" Carlogaris gritted his teeth, even though Shalom knew he was crying, he still tried his best to hold back his sobs.

"I don't know. We'll only find out when the time comes."

"Besides, don't people all die?"

"Perhaps I, the blind man, will die before you."

"Look at me, I am a person who is neither strong nor healthy."

“No, you will die after me,” Carlogaris said in a deep voice.

"why?"

"I will protect you, unless I die."

"Can't you lie?"

“No,” Carlogaris said solemnly, each word carrying immense weight.

"That's so kind of you." Shalom wiped away the tears from the corner of Carlogaris's eyes with her fingers.

"Oh, by the way, you said the house is leaking, let's find some time to get it fixed." Salom tiptoed and kissed him.

Even at this point, she still hadn't exposed the man's clumsy lie.

He would only show this disgraceful state to himself.

Thinking about it, Salom suddenly felt a little happy.

Carlogaris would dedicate his life to keeping his promise to his wife, but unfortunately, he broke it in the end.

"The tire is fixed?" Bray squatted down beside a magic-powered vehicle, examining it carefully.

This car seems a bit different from the previous ones.

“No,” Dorothea said, snapping her fingers.

After the snap of fingers disappeared, another magical vehicle appeared beside them.

This is the magic vehicle that Bray has been driving all along.

However, despite driving for so long, they still couldn't get the magic car, leaving Dorothea speechless.

Bray examined the wheels carefully and discovered that the one that had appeared was the broken one.

Not only the magic vehicle, but also many other high-tech items are found in this city.

This city is not as backward as you might imagine; a backward city would absolutely not be able to withstand a wave of attacks from the Bronze-level forces.

The fact that this city has survived to this day is itself proof of its strength.

"Then where did this one come from?" Bray stood up and touched the front of the new magic vehicle.

Upon seeing the new car, Bray was surprisingly excited.

"I bought it," Dorothea said calmly, as if buying a car were a perfectly normal thing.

"Do we have enough money to buy a car?" Bray was shocked. He probably didn't have enough money to buy a car for repairing the roof.

Moreover, Dorothea had absolutely no idea where she hid her money.

"Of course, you can make a lot of money by selling demon armor," Dorothea casually explained where her money came from.

"!?" Bray's dead fish eyes were filled with surprise.

"Those things are valuable?" Bray was surrounded by these suits of armor on the battlefield, and he had many complete sets.

"Of course it's valuable. It was made using bronze-grade techniques, which are much better than most of the iron-grade pieces forged by craftsmen."

Of course, this only applies to the majority; there are also masters among the Black Iron class who can rival those among the Bronze class.

"Tsk." Bray frowned and clicked his tongue.

If he had known those things were so valuable, Bray wouldn't have gone through all that trouble fixing the roof.