A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

112 didn't want Bray to linger in the old house for too long. Although he had no evidence, he was certain that Bray was the kind of person who could see through the secrets of the old house.

Most people are either afraid of the unknown or curious about it.

If Bray becomes curious about the secrets of the old house, then 112 has an obligation to prevent him from finding out.

"I can't find my way back."

“He can take us back, but he wants to come here first. We have no choice but to go with him.” Bray glanced at Diman, indicating that it wasn’t him who wanted to come back.

"In that case, please come in with Mr. Diman." After hearing the explanation, 112 reluctantly opened the door and invited them in.

After entering the house, Angelia looked at the group of people behind Diman in surprise.

However, 112 quickly explained it to Angelia in detail.

After learning the whole story, she smiled and gestured for Bray and the other two to make themselves at home.

Then they turned their attention to Diman.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Diman," Angelia greeted Diman.

A year had actually passed since Angelia said those words of advice to Diman to quit.

Throughout the year, Diman has been there every week without fail, rain or shine.

"Good afternoon, Miss Angelia." Diman greeted the young lady with a smile, carrying his art supplies.

Two years have passed, and Diman's gaze toward Angelia is no longer as intense as it once was.

The look in Diman's eyes now is somewhat different from that of the man who once pursued Angelia.

However, Angelia couldn't say it.

After so much time, their relationship became very delicate.

Are you drawing today too?

“Yes, let’s paint the snowy landscape of the North this time,” Diman nodded.

Diman never did anything special whenever he came to this house.

He wouldn't talk to Angelia much because he didn't understand romance.

He wouldn't have dinner with Angelia because he lacked romance.

If he knew how to flirt, he probably would have made Angelia laugh by now.

Unfortunately, the artist was a rather clumsy fellow.

Every time he came, he only came to paint Angelia's portrait.

Naruko and Bray looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What are we doing?" Naruko pointed to herself, then to Bray, and finally to Levy.

“Us? We’ll see,” Bray said expressionlessly.

What can I do? Naturally, I'll sit in the chair and wait for Diman to leave.

"Eh..." Naruko pouted, finding it boring.

"I'm going to see them." Suddenly, Naruko gave a strange smile.

Now that Naruko knows that Diman is the one who paints for Angelia, and is also the one Angelia says "he loves her, but she doesn't love him," she naturally wants to gossip about it.

As a wanderer in love, besides paying attention to your own love life, you should also keep an eye on other people's love lives.

Naruko narrowed her eyes as she watched Angelia and Diman go upstairs together.

"Mr. 112, do they always keep their distance?" Naruko asked, intending to nudge 112 with her elbow.

But 112 is a bit short, so Naruko's elbow missed.

"Yes, I always keep that distance."

"That won't create any ambiguity."

"I think so too, but it seems that neither Miss Angelia nor Mr. Diman wants any ambiguity." 112 said.

He wasn't really sure what the relationship between Angelia and Diman was.

112 has seen Angelia with many men, including some who are skilled at flirting with young girls.

Often, the men would try to get closer to Angelia, leading to flirtation and then taking it to the next level.

Miss Angelia also fell in love with him because of this.

After all, young girls are easily swayed by the advances of experienced men.

However, this was the first time 112 had ever seen someone like Mr. Diman.

It wasn't a case of playing hard to get; rather, his purpose in coming here had gradually changed.

He probably came here before to "pursue" the young lady.

Now it's purely to bring the wonders of the outside world to Miss Angelia.

There were two reasons for the change: first, the young lady's words of persuasion, and second, the young lady's unintentional remark that she had never left the house.

"Are there still men like this?"

"Men are supposed to be creatures driven by their lower bodies, right?" Naruko bit her finger, a little doubtful.

"Hey, don't make sweeping generalizations," Bray said coldly as he sat in his chair stroking Levy.

"Oh!" Levy, who was being touched so comfortably, unconsciously echoed.

"This isn't a generalization; it's just the truth," Naruko muttered.

"Unless you're gay."

"Bang!" Bray took out his broadsword, broke off a piece, and smashed it into Naruko's head.

"What are you doing! You bastard, is that how you use a sword?!" Naruko cried out in pain, rubbing the back of her head as she complained about Bree.

Isn't this broadsword something you only break in fights and then use as a trump card?

What's the point of breaking off a piece and throwing it at yourself?

"I'm not gay."

"You are!"

"Bang!" Bray broke off another piece and threw it at Naruko.

"That's enough!" This time, it was a little brat in a red scarf who was protesting.

Bray, who was about to break off another piece, suddenly stopped and put down his sword.

"Hehehe." When Naruko realized that Bray wasn't throwing at her anymore, she made a face and then quietly climbed up the stairs.

Bray suppressed the urge to break off another piece and smash the bell, and took a breath.

"Is this girl a child?" Bray really wanted to ask Naruko how old she was mentally.

“Mr. 112, are you really not going to do anything about that slut?” Bray said to 112.

"A perverted woman?"

"The one with the pink ponytail."

"It's alright, ordinary people can't disturb Miss and Mr. Diman." 112 glanced deeply at the upstairs.

112 I've seen that peaceful scene many times.

There were conversations, but the time they spent together could still be described as "peaceful".

Like leaves hanging on a tree, even when blown by the wind, they can still create a leisurely and peaceful atmosphere.

"Can't we usually bother them?"

“Yes, I tried calling Miss Angelia for tea, but it seems she can’t hear me,” 112 said.

“…” Bray glanced at Naruko, who looked like a thief. If that’s the case, then this idiot won’t disturb anyone else.

But this guy is really gossipy.

"We can stay downstairs."

"By the way, sir, would you like some tea?" 112 thought it better to keep an eye on Bray and prevent him from wandering off than to go up and keep the young lady company. Angela sat next to Diman, watching him paint and the paintbrush in his hand.

She didn't sit very close to Diman; she simply chose a spot where it would be convenient to watch him paint.

"Is the Northern Continent really snow-white?" Angelia asked.

Her gaze was fixed on the snow-covered earth on the canvas.

"Yes, it's snow-white, like clouds that have fallen to earth," Diman said softly.

He traveled to many places to paint.

He had been to the Northern Continent, and he had also been to the Western Continent.

He had seen all sorts of scenery, and he had imprinted them all deeply in his mind.

Diman is very glad that he has been to so many places.

Otherwise, he would have no way to show Angelia the wonderful world outside.

Angelia is a young lady from a wealthy family, a beauty pursued by thousands, and Diman also falls for her beauty.

But, just as Diman said.

His striking good looks were probably just one of the reasons he fell for Angelia.

He used to only think about "how to pursue Angelia," but now he only thinks about how to show her more.

The two purposes are similar, yet different.

"How wonderful, there is such a clean world." Angelia reached out absentmindedly, wanting to touch the painting.

But Diman grabbed Angelia's wrist and shook his head.

"The paint isn't dry."

White pigment is the most expensive pigment and also the most widely used.

Just as Angela said, white is, in a sense, "clean".

Therefore, it is extremely precious.

"I was a bit out of line, sorry," Angelia said with an embarrassed laugh.

"This world is not simply black and white, nor is it just about cleanliness and filth." Diman glanced at Angelia's beautiful face.

"Don't always say you're dirty," Diman said.

When he said this, Diman's tone was not serious; in fact, it even had a hint of a smile.

But you can feel the seriousness in every word.

He didn't want Angelia to always say she was dirty.

“…” Angelia’s breath hitched.

"Besides snow, there are many, many beautiful things in the Northern Continent." Diman left a heavy stroke on his paintbrush.

"For example?"

"For example, there is a bird with pale yellow feathers that is only found in the northern continent."

"Their voices were like heavenly music, filling the surroundings."

"You can hear birdsong in the treetops and on the rooftops."

"For example, the deep blue of the icy sea."

"The air above is filled with the fog that only exists in the northern continent, and you can see fish from all over the world gathering in the same current."

Diman recounted everything he had seen and experienced to Angelia, bit by bit.

Diman became noticeably more excited when talking about these things.

As he talked, the speed of his paintbrush increased considerably.

Every week, Angelia hears something new from Diman.

To let Angelia know more about the wonders, Diman would even ask the guests for advice or photos.