A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

From that heart, a gigantic monster was born.

The monster, made entirely of thorns and roses, stood like a small mountain before Bray.

This dark green monster had no legs; its waist was connected to the ground, and thorns spread in all directions, like the roots of a tree, giving it strong support.

For some unknown reason, this monster has no "head" on top.

Only countless waving thorny tendrils, those barbs like teeth, menacingly flaunt their sharpness.

The monster didn't let out any ferocious roars, it just silently waved its arms.

This is an almost instinctive attack method, without any specific techniques involved.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" The enormous impact compressed the air, giving Bray the illusion that he could hardly breathe.

However, these enormous arms were shattered into countless fragments after being swung out once.

Beneath the swirling plant debris, lay a man with his right eye half-open.

It seems this guy can't be killed anytime soon.

However... it's only a matter of time.

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"Boom!!!" The ground around the old house kept shaking.

This was due to Bray's battle with the giant that had transformed from a plant, though the people in the old house were unaware of this.

"Miss Angelia, be careful, this is an earthquake." Diman held onto the handrail with one hand and Angelia's arm with the other.

“Hmm.” Angelia also thought it must be an earthquake.

"But it's okay, don't be too worried about me." Angelia shook her head gently. As long as she was within the old house's boundaries, she wouldn't die even if a huge rock came crashing down on her.

She was more concerned about Diman's safety.

Angelia is immortal, but Diman is just an ordinary person, and a painter who can't even kill a chicken.

"Crash!" Due to the strong shaking, a brick broke off from the ceiling, which was already somewhat shaky, and fell straight down.

"!!!" Diman noticed the brick and tried to push Angelia away.

But Angela, the seemingly delicate young lady, was even faster than him.

Angelia pushed Diman away forcefully, while she remained where she was.

"Bang!!!" A brick smashed into Angelia's head.

The gothic lady's hat floated off Angela's head and then slowly landed.

Blood was everywhere, but when Diman came to his senses, he was shocked to find that the horrifying notch on Angelia's head had disappeared.

However, Diman was certain that what he had just seen was not an illusion.

He stared in astonishment at Angelia, whose face was covered in blood, and remained silent for a long time.

Anyone who sees someone whose head has been smashed open recover in seconds would be speechless with shock.

A slightly ignorant or timid person might very well think that this horrific scene was the work of a demon.

This is the root of so much persecution and bullying.

When Angelia saw Diman's pale face, she felt a little sorry for him.

It seemed that she had a similar scene in her memory, where the other party fled in panic.

Angelia, stained with blood, was far from beautiful; in fact, she was terrifying.

"Are you in pain?" After a long while, the artist asked a question that surprised Angela.

"Ah...it hurts." Angelia paused for a few seconds, then lowered her head and said softly.

How could it not hurt?

Although they are immortal, it does not mean they have lost the ability to feel pain.

She has just endured so much pain that she can no longer scream.

"Angelia!! Angelia!!!! My daughter, why don't you come out and see your father?" At this moment, an angry shout came from outside.

Upon hearing the voice, Angelia was initially puzzled, then her expression turned to shock.

"Is this... someone outside calling your daughter?" Diman also clearly heard the call.

“Yes, he called me daughter.” Angelia’s tone was complicated.

112 had told her about Qasim beforehand, so Angelia thought she wouldn't be very surprised.

But when Angelia actually heard the man who had cursed her wife and daughters call her name, she was still stunned.

It's been so long since I've heard that sound.

But Angelia was surprised, not delighted.

She felt nothing but resentment towards this man. If it weren't for his pointless research, Angelia and her mother wouldn't be in this terrible state.

“Young Miss, he’s here again.” 112, carrying an axe, stood silently in front of Angelia and Diman. Neither of them knew how 112 had come.

Angelia and 112 stared at each other for a few seconds.

“I will drive him away, because I am your bodyguard, Miss, and the gatekeeper of this house,” 112 spoke first.

112 had driven Qasim away once before, but he didn't think this time would be as easy as last time.

The fact that they dared to come again proves that they were well prepared.

However, this is not a reason for 112 to expel the other party.

"112, be careful. I don't want to lose a servant in the future," Angelia said in a commanding tone.

“Of course, I also want to serve Miss.” 112 wants to serve her until she finds happiness.

Of course, 112 could not possibly say the latter part of the sentence to Angelia.

As soon as he finished speaking, 112 jumped down from the height.

“You should run away, Diman,” Angelia said to Diman.

This was one of the rare times she called Diman by his name.

In their usual interactions, Angelia rarely calls Diman by his name, but this time was different.

“I’ll take you with me when we run away.” Diman looked at Angelia earnestly.

Although he can't fight and is just an artist, that doesn't mean he'll leave Angelia here alone.

From the earthquake just now and her serious conversation with 112, it's not hard to tell that this old house is now in great danger.

“I’m not going out.” Angelia shook her head and gently nudged Diman’s shoulder.

“…” Diman looked at Angelia in disbelief.

"Are you afraid of the outside world?" Diman could only think of this possibility, because there are indeed people who are afraid to step out of their homes because they are afraid of the outside world.

"Pfft." Angelia burst out laughing at Diman's wild imagination.

She wiped the blood from her face and glanced at Diman again.

“It’s just a curse that prevents me from going out, not a fear of going out,” Angelia said after a moment’s hesitation.

She hadn't told anyone else about the "curse," but she chose to tell them so that Diman could leave in peace.

After she's safe, she'll find a way to make Diman forget all about it.

Even though she can't go out, she still has ways to make someone gradually forget her.

Although you can't forget someone all at once, given enough time you can completely erase them from your heart.

"Are you really not allowed to go out?" Diman grabbed Angelia's wrist.

“Ah, yes,” Angelia said.

"No matter how far you run, you'll eventually come back to this place."

"Like a walking corpse, I walked back step by step on my own."

“…” Diman was silent for a moment, seemingly thinking about something.

Ultimately, he made a decision.

"Then I'll stay here too... that way you'll be a little safer."

“You’re the most unsafe person here, Diman,” Angelia said helplessly to Diman.

She is immortal, but Diman could fall down at any moment.

“You saw everything just now, right?” Angelia asked Diman.

Even though Diman didn't say anything, Angelia already knew the answer.

Diman saw it all clearly—the moment his wound healed.

Angelia was already very grateful that Diman asked, "Does it hurt?" so she didn't want the painter to die in this old house.

“I saw it,” Diman said in a deep voice.

"In that case, you should be able to understand that I cannot die."

"You're the one who will die."

"Don't say things like 'it's worth dying for me.' I've heard that from so many people countless times." Angelia turned around and grasped Diman's hand.

Cherish your life.

“This kind of ‘romance’ isn’t right for you, you know?” she said, her eyes tightly shut.

The trope of a hero saving a damsel in distress and dying for her is not suitable for Diman.

She begged Diman not to entertain the idea of ​​sacrificing his own life for her own emotional response.

Angela hopes that Diman will live well and leave safely.

“If I leave now, I’ll have no reason to come back here again,” Diman suddenly said.

Angelia remained silent.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" At that moment, a huge sound rang out from outside the balcony, and debris thrown up by the impact shot into the house like bullets.

Diman grabbed Angelia's wrist and started running without saying a word.

Even in an emergency, he did not try to hold Angelia's hand.

He has never dared to do anything too ambiguous.

Even if they do touch, they'll only grab the other person's arm or wrist.

Everyone knows that being so gentlemanly is a good thing, but such polite gestures will never stir any feelings in the person you admire.

However, he still chose to respect Angela.

Perhaps he lacks romance...or flirting skills, or perhaps he's just too dull.

However, Angelia, who noticed these small details about Diman, couldn't help but smile.

Angelia really wanted to tell Diman that this way, no girl would ever blush or have her heart flutter.

The girl was imagining a more exciting scene, not such a peaceful contact.

However, Angela shouldn't dislike Diman like this; probably no girl would dislike him.

Well, I wouldn't like it anyway.

"You should leave now," Angelia said to Diman with concern, looking at the scattered pebbles behind them.

Diman will get injured if he gets hit by just a few of these objects.

To avoid getting scratched by the pebbles, Diman took a great risk by pulling her away.

“You won’t get hurt, but didn’t you say you’ll feel pain?” Diman took a deep breath and said seriously to Angelia.

Even if you don't die, you still have to endure that excruciating pain.

Diman would not allow a young girl to be tortured like this, or rather, he would not allow Angelia to be tortured like this.

"Please take care of yourself," Diman said, emphasizing each word.

"..."