A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

A day later, just as 112's consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred, he saw an unexpected person.

“It’s you guys…” 112 said in an old voice.

He looked at Bray and Levy with eyes that had lost their sharpness.

For some reason, Bray felt uneasy after the incident, so he called Levy to go find 112.

When Levy heard that they needed to call 112, she happily followed Bray.

However, neither Bray nor Levy expected what they were seeing.

An elderly cat-person leaned weakly against a tree, looking as if it were waiting to die.

"Surprised?" 112 noticed their expressions and said casually.

“It’s unexpected.” Bray nodded; 112’s attitude was beyond Bray’s expectations.

Levy, on the other hand, wore an 0A0 expression, looking somewhat bewildered.

The kind cat-man who treated me well has become an old cat-man.

Moreover, Grandpa Catman looks very strange.

"Don't tell the young lady." 112 paused, put her finger to her lips, and pleaded with Bray to grant her request.

“I know.” Bray roughly understood why he was alone in this place.

"Thank you." 112 forced a smile. It was fine as long as the young lady didn't know; it didn't matter if Bray and Levy found out.

"By the way... how has Miss been these past few days?"

“They look very happy,” Bray answered honestly. Angelia and Diman’s relationship was developing faster than expected.

Watching the two of them together, I felt a sense of warmth and tranquility.

"That's good. I can tell that the artist was sincere."

“Even a blind man could see that,” Bray said.

"Yes, even a blind person could see it, but the young lady just couldn't see it before."

“…” Bray did not respond.

"But it doesn't matter. I'm very satisfied that Miss Angelia has been able to find such a day."

"It's just a bit of a shame that we won't see her get married and have children," 112 continued.

He recalled the simple times he spent making coffee for the young lady and watching over the yard.

That's good; I don't have to think about anything complicated.

One person takes on all the duties of the old house; although it's tiring, it's very fulfilling.

However, every time I see the young lady meeting with the madam, I feel a little sorry for the young lady.

Of course, from now on, the young lady will no longer be haunted by the shadows of the past.

Thinking about this made 112 very happy.

"Little girl, come here for a moment." 112 looked at Levy gently.

Levy wagged her tail and walked briskly to 112.

"You are such a good child."

“You shouldn’t see things you shouldn’t see.” 112 patted Levy’s head.

"Hmm?" Levy looked puzzled.

"You are just like the young lady of the past, very kind and innocent."

"Hey..." Levy couldn't help but giggle cutely when she heard 112 praising her.

Levy's laughter made 112 even happier, and her tail couldn't help but gently touch 112's.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Bray asked 112 after a moment's thought.

"No." 112's greatest wish was for someone to watch over Miss Angelia's life, but clearly Bray couldn't do that.

Therefore, he did not make any requests.

Because of this, Diman will take care of it for him.

“…” Bray sighed.

"Levy, shall I sing you a song?" Levy suddenly said. She felt that Grandpa Catman was very weak, and Levy felt very sad looking at him.

Although Grandpa Catman was very, very happy, Levy also wanted to do something.

Singing would be a good idea for me.

"Sing?" 112 murmured.

Miss Angelia doesn't like singing, and aside from shopping, she doesn't leave the old house.

Therefore, you rarely hear people singing in 112.

Singing is something that feels a bit distant to 112.

"Little girl, sing, I want to hear it." 112 closed her eyes and used her last bit of strength to prick up her ears.

Levy cleared her throat and began to sing the song Naruko called to her.

A song from the East.

This is a song about hometown, and Levy has always felt that this is the best song Naruko gave her.

Although it's a song about one's hometown, the melody isn't sad at all; it's gentle and makes the listener feel very comfortable.

112 Listening to this song, I was suddenly reminded of things from a hundred years ago.

Before he was taken to the Central Plains as a test subject, he also had his own homeland.

His hometown also seemed to be the Eastern Continent, but he had never returned even once.

112 suddenly felt a strong urge to go back, to see the other cat people, and to see what her hometown was really like now.

"It sounds nice," 112 said kindly, opening its eyes.

His eyes seemed more vibrant than before.

"Hehe~" Levy wrapped her tail around 112's tail.

“But I’m a little tired...you guys should leave.” 112 said to Bray and Levy.

"..." Bray realized the implication in 112's words, so he took Levy's hand.

“Goodbye,” Bray said to 112.

"Goodbye, don't think too much about it. I don't need anyone to erect a tombstone for me, nor do I need a burial." 112 nodded, without standing up or making any other movement.

"Just let me return to nature." It doesn't matter if I'm eaten by wild beasts, or if I rot and blend into the earth.

These are all good endings; he has already been kind enough to the world once.

"..." Bray remained silent, simply taking Levy's hand and leaving 112's side.

"Goodbye~" Levy turned her head and waved to 112.

"Ah, goodbye, little girl."

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"It's quiet now..." 112 muttered to himself, his gaze unfocused.

He thought it wouldn't be so bad to hear a little girl sing a song before he died.

His reason for letting Bray take Levy away early was simple: he didn't want Levy to witness his death.

Because Levy would definitely be sad.

Finally, the cat's ears drooped limply, and the cat-person stopped breathing. Clinton said that after those few days of chaos, nothing else happened.

Clinton's lord spent a lot of time but still couldn't find the source of those strange plants.

Of course, the number of people who lost their lives in this incident was very small, and most citizens didn't even know what had happened.

However, those who were meant to leave Clinton did choose to leave.

For example, the faculty and students of Imperial College chose to evacuate even though Clinton appeared to be in a calm situation.

Safety is of paramount importance. Among these students are many people of noble birth, as well as many of the empire's future stars.

We can't let them all perish here.

Just as Angela and Qasim said, it seemed to be just their "family matter," and the final impact did not spread.

This was probably the least impactful event Bray had ever experienced.

This is a good thing, it's just that the ending wasn't good enough.

But Bray himself didn't know what the perfect ending to this incident should have been like.

112. Angelia and her mother are both safe and sound; only the black ball died—is this the best ending?

However, to be honest, although the black ball indirectly killed some of Clinton's people, Qassem cannot be held responsible for it.

It simply wanted to become Qasim, so it willingly took on all the mistakes Qasim had made.

The real culprit is still Jonathan.

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"Where did you and Levy go?" Naruko couldn't help but ask when she saw Bray return, as they were inside the Clinton Hotel.

Clinton was fine, but Naruko was happy to have some peace and quiet.

I just don't know why Bray suddenly took Levy out today.

“Just going to see someone,” Bray said.

"To see someone?"

“It’s Grandpa 112,” Levy replied, raising her paw.

"112," Naruko muttered a few times, then stopped asking.

She continued to lie on her back on the sofa, playing video games.

Her long, untied hair cascaded down the sofa.

"Oh, right, I've got something for you." Bray opened his fanny pack, as if he had just remembered something.

"Give me something?" Naruko's ears twitched. Was she hallucinating? Bray actually said he had something to give her?

"What is this?" Naruko put down her game console, sat up immediately, and cleared her throat.

She deliberately closed her eyes, but couldn't help secretly opening her right eye.

“A headdress, because I lost a box of your candy, so I’m giving you something to make amends,” Bray said honestly, then took out a very exquisite headdress.

“Second-hand.” This headdress was something Bray got from Angelia, so he added that it was second-hand.

“…” Naruko’s expression, which had been full of anticipation, suddenly fell.

"Can we not mention that it's secondhand?" Naruko said irritably.

You would have noticed even if I didn't tell you.

"It's always better for me to find out myself than for you to tell me."

“I’ve heard that you women don’t always mean what you say, so I think it’s better to say it beforehand,” Bray said seriously.

"Which bastard said that?!" Naruko exclaimed.

Which bastard said that all women don't mean what they say? Show yourself!

"Mentioned in a book."

"Hmph." Naruko snorted coldly; Bray's words were truly despicable.

Can't someone with dead fish eyes say something nicer?

"Anyway, it's yours." Bray placed the headdress on Naruko's head.

"This isn't something you can just put on and call it a day." Naruko took the headdress off her hair and pouted.

After examining the headdress for a while, she knew how to put it on.