A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Naruko wasn't an unsophisticated girl; she wore quite a few headdresses.

Of course, that was back then.

She placed the headdress on her hair, which she hadn't had time to tie up yet.

The light red headdress didn't clash or look out of place with the pink long hair.

To put it simply, Bray is a "perfect match".

"Is it pretty?" Naruko blushed slightly and asked tentatively.

However, she regretted asking the question as soon as she did, because the guy she asked had zero emotional intelligence and might say something that would make her want to vomit blood.

"Beautiful!" Before Bray could answer, Levy jumped up and replied.

She looks really good. If you ignore Naruko's clothes, she looks like a classical beauty with flowing hair.

This time, Bray was convinced that Naruko was indeed a well-bred young lady, but she had simply gone astray later.

“It is very beautiful.” Bray didn’t want to say something insincere, so he nodded in reply.

"Then I'll wear it from now on," Naruko said softly, touching her burning face.

It was a rare treat to receive a gift from this guy, and Naruko decided she would show it off properly in the future. Although it was secondhand and had been used by someone else, Naruko was a little annoyed.

Naruko suddenly realized that if she tied her hair into a ponytail, wearing the hair in front of her hair wouldn't look very good.

“…” Naruko turned around to find a hair tie to tie her hair up, and then put the hair ornament on the back of her head.

"And now?" Naruko asked smugly, her long ponytail twitching.

“It doesn’t look as good as before,” Bray answered truthfully once again.

“…” Naruko was silent for a few seconds, then looked in the mirror.

If she was considered a classic beauty before, Naruko has now returned to her original style.

"I think it's good," Naruko muttered, sounding aggrieved.

After all, she's abandoning her original image and pursuing a cowboy style... so this look probably suits Naruko's taste better.

Bray thought for a moment, then said nothing more.

"But it's also very beautiful."

“Right, right?” Naruko beamed after hearing Bray’s additional words.

"Even though it's secondhand, I'll reluctantly accept it." She put on an air of reluctance.

"Naruko, Naruko, Levy wants to try it too!" Levy tugged at Naruko's clothes, looking on with anticipation.

Without thinking, Naruko simply took off the headdress and then put it on Levy herself.

Levy herself didn't know how to wear this headdress.

"How was it?" Levy made a 0v0 expression and spun around in place, the tassels on her headdress swaying with her movements.

"It doesn't really suit us," Naruko sighed.

The light red headdress doesn't seem to suit Levy's hair color.

For Levy's long, light blue, almost white hair, it's better to wear a color with a similar tone.

"Is it not suitable?" Levy's cute little face suddenly turned into a pitiful expression (TωT).

"It's okay, I'll get you one that fits, okay?"

"Hmm...yes." Levy nodded obediently, letting Naruko take off her headdress.

"Did you hear that?" Naruko glanced at Bray.

Bray sighed, of course he heard it; another expense was coming.

"Brey, help me put it on." Naruko licked her lips and handed the headdress to Bray.

"why?"

"For no reason." Naruko sat on the sofa, tilting her head back.

"I won't."

"Just do as I say, and you'll get it."

"Fine," Bray said irritably.

The world continued as usual; some people ended their tragic lives, while others continued to live peaceful lives. "What are you doing! What are you doing?!" Naruko started yelling after seeing Bray take away the headdress he had given her.

“…” Bray held the exquisite headdress and fell into silence.

"Weren't you going to give this to me? Even though it's secondhand, it's free!" Naruko threw herself on the ground, hugged Bray's leg, and cried and snot all over the place.

"Didn't you say you were disgusted?" Bray looked at Naruko with confusion.

"You don't mind at all. It's a little strange to wear something that someone else has worn, but it's still your token of love!"

"???" Three question marks appeared above Bray's head. What kind of token of love?

"Are you, you scum, going to take the things you gave me and give them to someone else?!" Naruko wailed.

"Tsk." Bray pushed Naruko's face away and clicked his tongue in disgust.

This girl is really filthy. Was she really a lady from a wealthy family?

“Stop crying, it’s so noisy, you’ll disturb Levy,” Bray said, pointing to Levy, who was fast asleep by the bed with a =V= expression.

Levy seemed to be having a sweet dream; even in her sleep, she was smiling adorably.

"Waaaaah!!! I don't care!" Naruko glanced at Levy and, finding her still fast asleep, continued to cry.

Naruko figured the volume wouldn't wake Levy, so it was fine to keep crying.

"Are you a little kid?!"

"I was just planning to return this one and buy you a new one," Bray said helplessly as he struggled to break free.

"Hmm?" Naruko raised an eyebrow, then sat obediently on the ground.

"Buy a new one?"

"Didn't you say it would be weird to wear something that someone else has worn?"

“That’s right…” Naruko pouted.

"So I've decided not to give you a secondhand one."

"Well, if things had gone according to plan, I would have thought that thing would become the most important thing in my life or something." Naruko sighed.

"You've been reading too many novels, haven't you? It's just a headdress, and it's secondhand."

"Tsk, you know yourself that it's secondhand."

"I know, I even told you."

"..." Naruko was speechless. What could she say or write now that things had come to this?

Please, God, give me a higher skill level in chatting while laying mines.

Unfortunately, besides being good at chopping people, Bray's only other skill is cooking.

"Okay, I'll go see what suits you."

“You should invite me to go shopping at a time like this,” Naruko said earnestly, raising her hand.

“I don’t trust your taste,” she said, emphasizing each word.

“You make a good point, but I refuse,” Bray said expressionlessly.

---

"You're going to give me back my headdress?" Angelia took the headdress from Bree and looked at her in surprise.

Angela and Diman now live in Clinton.

The house was certainly not as luxurious as the old mansion, but that didn't matter to Angelia.

Rather, it's better to say that this house is quite good. We've lived in that old house for a hundred years, and it's time to move to a new place.

This house is surrounded by oil paintings, making it feel as if you can see scenery from all over the world just by sitting here.

Angela particularly liked this.

Angelia's clothes were still so elegant; it was clear that the artist was willing to spend a lot of money on her.

Of course, there were no servants.

Therefore, Angelia, who is used to being a pampered young lady, now has to start learning to do various things on her own.

For example, she is folding clothes right now, something she would never have thought of before.

“Yes, it’s secondhand, so it’s not suitable to give away,” Bray answered truthfully.

“That’s right.” Angelia lowered her eyelids. If she were to give it away, it wouldn’t be good to get a second-hand one.

"I can offer you a different form of compensation."

“No need,” Bray shook his head.

"Here's a business card for you." Angelia had no idea she was taking a business card from the drawer and giving it to Bray.

“…” Bray instinctively took the small piece of paper.

“I’ll tell you about a jewelry store; you can get a discount if you bring this,” Angelia said casually.

"Hmm?" The word "discount" sounded very appealing, especially to Bray.

Not only do I not have to owe anyone a favor, but I can also save some money. Isn't that wonderful?

"You've never left the house before, so why do you have something like this?" Bray was a little shocked.

“I got it recently,” Angelia replied casually.

Having lived as a young lady for a hundred years, Angelia may not be good at many other things, but she is quite skilled in the arts.

By a series of coincidences, Angela was noticed while admiring a piece of jewelry.

The other party then talked to her in detail, and even expressed interest in letting Angelia try working as a designer in their store for a period of time.

However, since work was a bit far removed from Angelia's life, she didn't agree immediately.

So I got some business cards.

"By the way, do you know what kind of headwear suits a pink-haired guy?" Bray asked.

“Flower,” Angelia said simply.

"Nothing suits this hair color better than flowers."

Angelia didn't need Bray to say much; she already knew who the pink-haired one was.

To be honest, Angelia was somewhat grateful to Naruko; her words gave her some courage.

I really hope that Naruko can find her own love, just like she told herself.

---

"Creak." Bray pushed open the door and found that there were indeed two things in his room.

Although he rented two rooms, he always had the illusion that there was only one room.

After all, Levy and Naruko rarely stay in their own rooms and always linger here.

Naruko seemed to have gotten impatient waiting, so she fell asleep leaning against Levy.

Bray took out a headdress, which was similar in type to the previous ones, but it was "flowery".

The main body is a pale pink, almost white flower, but it is softly decorated with light yellow and light blue.

The flowers on this headdress are just beginning to bloom.

The drooping tassels seem to be its branches and leaves, perfectly natural.

Bray tried to put on the bell.

However, before he could make a move, Naruko opened her eyes and looked at Bray with great interest.

"I bought it for you."

“You have good taste.” Naruko glanced at the headdress.