A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

After all, I'm getting old, so there's nothing I can't accept.

"But you can't call Miss Angelia 'grandma' or 'mother-in-law'."

"Well?"

"Call her Angelia, remember?" 112 reminded Levy.

"Okay!" Since Grandpa 112 is getting me juice, it's no big deal to accept his request.

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"Hmph, but don't let my appearance fool you, I've been through quite a few relationships." Naruko puffed out her chest and said with a touch of pride.

"I never imagined that Miss Naruko, who seems so innocent, has experienced several relationships." Angelia put down her cup, picked up her spoon, and said softly.

"Well, that's right. Don't you know who I am? I'm a wandering soul who loves." Naruko said this with a hint of guilt, but it was definitely not because she had just boasted.

“But I really didn’t expect you to come all the way here to find me for such trivial things.” Angelia always felt that these were some insignificant matters.

"It's not unimportant at all." Naruko slapped the table.

Most people would think Naruko is too noisy; if she were a true noble, she would have been driven away long ago.

"..." However, Angelia believed that she was well-mannered and would not kick people out like that.

"Seeing a timid young lady and a timid painter makes my stomach hurt."

“…” Angelia froze as she was about to pick up her coffee cup.

The smile that had been perfectly maintained froze.

"You actually like that artist, right?"

“What are you talking about, Miss Naruko? A young girl’s love isn’t that cheap,” Angelia said.

"It's really cheap," Naruko said, patting her chest nonchalantly.

"But at the same time, it is also very precious."

"Miss Naruko, do you know that cheap and precious are antonyms?"

"That's why I used it to describe our love." Naruko's face showed no hint of joking.

“There’s no love between me and artist Diman,” Angelia murmured, fiddling with the spoon.

"But I really didn't expect that you came here to set me up with Diman."

“If it were anyone else, they would definitely think you were meddling in other people’s business.” Angelia looked at Naruko with a very subtle expression.

“I don’t care if you think I’m meddling, but I don’t want to see so many complications between you and him.” Naruko shook her head heavily, her ponytail swaying as she did so.

“A person’s time is limited. If you keep going around in circles, time will be gone.” Naruko warned Angelia seriously.

Naruko firmly believed in her intuition, which told her that Angelia and Diman were in love.

They're both just idiots.

Upon hearing this, the young lady burst out laughing.

Is time finite? Angelia hadn't felt this way in a long time.

But as she laughed, the young lady stopped laughing.

Her time wasn't limited, but Diman's was. "Grandpa 112, this is delicious." Levy held up a glass of juice, looking at 112 with a cute expression.

112 stood beside her and simply smiled.

“Tell me if you don’t have enough,” 112 said to Levy.

"Oh!" Levy was happy to continue drinking her juice.

"Looks like Miss will be talking for quite a while." 112 looked at the closed balcony door and shrugged.

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"Phew, Naruko-san." Angelia took a deep breath and called out Naruko's name.

Naruko's words caused Angelia to feel somewhat unsettled.

"If you're looking to be a matchmaker, you'd better not."

“He and I are not a good match,” Angelia said.

"I'm not here to play matchmaker." Naruko frowned and stood up.

Angelia was a little stunned, not knowing why Naruko suddenly stood up.

Of course, there was no particular reason why Naruko stood up; she just felt imposing.

“…” Angelia was indeed intimidated by Naruko’s imposing manner.

"I just want you to stop lying to yourself," Naruko said, emphasizing each word.

Angelia was simply telling herself that she had no feelings for Diman.

But actually?

"If you really thought he was insignificant, would you have his paintings hanging all over your house?"

“…” Angelia’s words caught in her throat; she couldn’t refute Naruko.

Just a moment ago, those images flashed through her mind.

"It's just something I appreciate as a painter."

“What reason do I have to fall in love with him?” Angelia asked Naruko after a moment’s hesitation.

Yes, there's no reason to like Diman.

Because when she was with Diman, Angelia felt no attraction whatsoever, and they even kept their distance from each other.

There wasn't even any ambiguity, so how could it possibly have reached the level Naruko described?

She was just a little excited because the other person was a great artist and would introduce her to the outside world.

It's simply appreciation, and has nothing to do with liking or disliking.

"Reason? Why do we need a specific reason?"

“You don’t understand.” Angelia remained noncommittal about Naruko’s words.

"And what about your previous relationships? What were the specific reasons for them?" Naruko leaned forward, as if she wanted to pin Angelia down.

"The specific reasons..." When asked this, Angelia was speechless.

"Because he's handsome? Or because he's good at flirting?"

"If these are the reasons, don't you think they are very superficial?"

“…” Angelia hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

"I also thought the reason I liked someone was because they were a good man."

“But that’s not actually the case.” Naruko stared at Angelia.

For some reason, she really wanted to tell Angelia her understanding—no, she should say, to give it to Angelia.

Although she wasn't good at arguing, she wanted to wake up this self-deceiving young lady.

Naruko knew that speaking to someone like that would only have two outcomes.

First, the other person is annoyed, because it's inherently annoying to impose one's own ideas on others.

Secondly, I was genuinely swayed by what she said.

"The person you like is right beside you, but you keep ignoring them."

"It's not until one day that you realize the person you actually like is right there, but it's already too late."

"There's no clear reason, it's just because it's him, the one who touched your heart, that's why you fell in love with him." As Naruko spoke, her face began to turn red.

Seeing the blush on Naruko's face, Angelia couldn't understand why she was blushing too.

When she was pursuing her love life, she always looked for handsome men.

But if she liked someone's handsome looks and sweet words, she wouldn't have fallen for a deadpan guy with no emotional intelligence.

"I...he...we're not suitable." Angelia's eyes were filled with tears, and she subconsciously touched her burning cheeks.

Naruko's words were no longer just confusing her; they were even making it impossible for her to think.

"Please leave..." Angelia stood up in a panic, accidentally knocking over her cup and spilling coffee all over the table.

"112, please ask Miss Naruko to leave!"

"Hey! No, don't kick me out!" Naruko panicked, not expecting the other party to kick her out so abruptly.

At least sit down and chat some more. If you feel it's inappropriate for her to stand up, she can sit down.

I didn't expect the other person to actually think I was too annoying.

It's infuriating that they think they can sway her.

"I can still talk."

"Stop talking." Angelia panicked even more when she heard that Naruko wanted to continue.

She was even more flustered than Naruko, as if some thought in her heart was about to be revealed.

A certain thought that was hidden in one's subconscious and not made aware of by oneself gradually surfaced under Naruko's words.

If this continues, her thoughts will spiral out of control.

Her inner resistance made her want to refute everything Naruko said.

"Young Miss, are you asking this young lady to leave?" After hearing Young Miss Angelia's order, 112 pushed open the door and stepped inside.

However, before carrying out the order, he still wanted to confirm with the flustered young lady one more time.

"Yes, ask her to leave now, immediately."

"No, no, no, Mr. 112!" Naruko hurriedly waved her hands.

"I'm sorry, this is the young lady's order."

“Although I don’t think you’ve offended Lady Angelia, as her servant, I still need to carry out her orders.” With that, 112 lightly leaped and grabbed Naruko’s collar.

"Whoosh!" 112 grabbed Naruko, who was a body length ahead of him, and jumped off the balcony.

"Aa ...

"Ah...it seems pretty exciting." But halfway through her shout, Naruko realized that the experience wasn't so bad after all, and she hadn't screamed as loudly as before.

Actually, jumping off the balcony only takes a second.

Naruko was still crying even after she was put on the ground.

"Alright, you're fine." 112 looked down at Naruko.

Naruko, lying on the lawn, touched her entire body and found that she wasn't injured at all.

"What did you just say to the young lady that made her so flustered?" 112 asked helplessly.

I don't know if it's because my "immortality" principle is different from that of the young lady, but I always feel that the young lady still has the mentality of a young girl.

He already had the mindset of an old man.

“I told her that she actually likes that artist.” After thinking for a moment, Naruko decided to be honest with 112.

This cat-man guarding the gate is someone you shouldn't mess with.

“They’re not a good match, miss,” the cat-man sighed.

One has an endless lifespan, the other a finite one; even if they love each other, the outcome won't be good.

These kinds of scenarios, which originally only happened in stories, are really heartbreaking when they actually happen in real life.

112 feels sorry for his young lady. She has never experienced true love; she has only been manipulated by experienced men who have played with her naive feelings.

But this time, even when faced with someone who might be his true love, he didn't dare to touch them.

If Miss Angelia were an ordinary girl, he would fully support this relationship.

However, Miss Angelia is no ordinary girl.

Is there really such a thing as being suitable or unsuitable in love?

“I don’t know, because I’ve never done it.” 112 paused, not giving a definite answer. “This way, Mr. Bray.” Virginia took Bray’s hand and walked along the curb.