A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

flour.

"Chirp! Chirp!!!" The lark chirped merrily, as if telling Hakumian a fun story.

Whiteface was never worried about Lark's safety, but Lark's habit of flying around everywhere bothered him.

Of course, even so, he couldn't possibly feel any aversion towards Hibari.

“Eek, it really is a familiar figure, sir. You remind me of someone.” Jonathan put on his mask again with an exaggerated smile.

Jonathan and Marek were both encountering white flour for the first time.

However, both of them knew about this existence long ago.

An existence that transcends time and space and defies common sense, yet accomplishes nothing.

However, white faces have indeed been inactive and have no presence in the current turmoil of the world.

This caused Jonathan and Marek to forget about the swordsman for a time.

The only people who probably know Whiteface's true identity are either Bray or some fluffy little dumpling.

Even the clown and the con artist didn't know.

However, the mere presence of this swordsman in his tattered armor was enough to instill a sense of pressure in them.

There was no sense of vast magic or internal energy, no fancy equipment, and even their posture was extremely casual.

The qualities that a strong person should possess are not reflected in Bai Mian.

No, the white face has an imposing presence.

It was this imposing aura that made it difficult for the clown and the con artist to even breathe.

However, no one noticed his presence until the other party revealed his aura.

Jonathan and Marek had keen senses, but they only realized what was happening when the other person got close.

This is enough to prove how dangerous the other party is.

"..." After hearing Jonathan's words, White Face finally "looked" at the two of them.

The white-faced man, whose head was being pecked at by a lark, was utterly devoid of any imposing presence.

Honestly, Shiro almost forgot about the two guys in front of him just now, as he was only focused on listening to Hibari bragging about all sorts of things.

For example, it bullied some naughty child on the street today.

“Perfect, both of them are here, saves us the trouble of searching separately,” Bai Mian said.

The voice, coming through the helmet, had a more composed quality to it.

“It seems you know us,” Marek said with a smile to Whiteface.

“Just as you know me, I know you too,” Bai Mian said casually, standing there nonchalantly throughout.

“Jonathan,” Whiteface said, pointing at the clown.

“Marek,” the white-faced man said, pointing at the con artist again.

"Then, if I may be so bold as to ask your name?" Jonathan asked solemnly, raising his hand and standing on his cane.

However, Jonathan always manages to make this pose look comical.

"White face, no surname."

In this abandoned park, the white face's voice was so clear.

When he said those words, Bai Mian was very calm.

He is not entitled to have a surname.

"So, Mr. Whiteface, what brings you here?" the talkative Jonathan asked, bowing slightly in greeting.

"Just giving you a warning," White Face said.

"Because you should be able to escape, and I don't want to waste my energy chasing you, so I'm just giving you a warning."

"Oh?" Marek narrowed his eyes; there was a lot more to White Face's words than met the eye.

"Hibari, let's go," Hakumian said softly.

"Chirp~" The lark flew away upon hearing the sound, soaring high into the sky.

"Enough with the nonsense." As Bai Mian's voice fell, everything around them froze.

Before anyone knew it, the sword on his back was now in Bai Mian's hand.

The sword blade was already drawn.

The sword wasn't rusty, but it was very worn, like a sword that had been recycled from scrap metal and overused.

With a scabbard in his left hand and a sword in his right, Hakumian walked through the frozen world.

However, in the frozen timeline, Jonathan and Marek still retain a slight ability to move.

It must have been accomplished by utilizing some kind of concept.

However, this has no effect on white flour...not at all.

Before you could even see the trajectory of the sword's swing, it was all over.

“It’s time to exit.” When Bai Mian spoke again, everything returned to normal.

The dust continued to swirl, and the wind kept blowing.

The sword remained unstained, yet Jonathan and Marek were both unexpectedly cleaved in two.

The battle lasted even less than the conversation.

In the blink of an eye, the battle was decided.

No, this wasn't a battle at all; it was just a one-sided slaughter by Hakumian.

“What a troublesome fellow,” Whiteface said calmly, his back to the “corpse” whose color was fading.

He has a way of killing Jonathan and Marek.

But even if they are killed, they will be reborn and continue their "great cause".

Therefore, Bai Mian didn't have much desire to chase after the two; it would be too much of a waste of energy.

He doesn't have that much time to waste on these two people.

"How cruel, Mr. White Face." A voice floated out from the air.

"Why is there such a terrifying monster? Why didn't you do anything about it all this time?"

"So, what exactly is the reason you've come to cause us trouble this time?"

Jonathan's lighthearted tone echoed in the air.

The moment the murderous intent arose from the white-faced man, Jonathan and Marek had a very direct feeling about the aura emanating from him.

Let’s make an analogy.

The moment they realized the other was about to attack, both of them foresaw their own "death."

White Face only needs to draw his sword to overcome all threats in the world.

"I've already said, I'm only here to warn you." The pale-faced man's tone remained indifferent.

"This year, even if you are dragons, you'd better coil up."

"Don't make me waste my energy killing you." Whiteface was too lazy to kill the reincarnated ones who could be reborn anyway.

Whiteface had tried to kill them elsewhere, but it only delayed the end of the world and did nothing to change anything.

Therefore, I'm too lazy to do useless work.

"Chirp~" The lark landed back on Bai Mian's body, hopping playfully on Bai Mian's shoulder.

"Hahahaha, I see, I understand now..."

"What a terrifying monster, it makes one unable to muster any will to resist."

Finally, the "corpse" disappeared, and Jonathan's voice could no longer be heard. "You said a wedding? Okay! Okay!!" Naruko, who had been sitting lazily in the rocking chair, suddenly jumped up.

"Be gentle." Bray's lips twitched suddenly.

After Bray returned, he talked to this pink-haired, infatuated woman about marriage.

That was a direct hit to Naruko's bullseye.

"Tomorrow! Let's do it tomorrow!" Naruko shouted, hugging Bray without any restraint.

Bray, who was being held, was exasperated, but he didn't resist, considering it a perk for the other person...

It's strange, I feel like the characters' positions are reversed in some ways.

“Wake up, this needs planning,” Bray said.

Tomorrow? You think weddings are like eating rice?!

"Huh? Do we have the money to plan a lavish wedding?" Naruko was taken aback.

"..." Bray was silent for a few seconds. Actually, it wasn't that he didn't have money; he could definitely use all the money he had saved up at once.

“But that makes sense, there’s no rush for the wedding.” Naruko thought for a moment, then sat back down in her chair and started rocking back and forth.

“Within this year,” Bray suddenly said.

"kindness?"

"I'll satisfy you within this year," Bray added.

“!!???” Naruko was shocked.

“You’re not dead fish eyes! Who are you?!” Naruko pointed a trembling finger at Bray.

“Breaklas,” Breklas said irritably.

Lately, he's been getting a lot of criticism, with people saying, "If you're not Bray, then who are you?!"

He's actually starting to get used to it.

Naruko gasped. Judging from that tone, it really was him.

"Why are you so quick to agree? I thought you'd be agonizing over it for ages."

"What's there to be conflicted about?" Bray was a little puzzled. What was there to be conflicted about in this kind of thing?

Since you're planning a wedding, you should definitely get it done this year. Are you going to wait until the baby is born?

"Can I invite my family?" Naruko asked timidly after running away from home.

“We’ll do it over at your place,” Bray said.

"No, I'll probably get my legs broken." Naruko chickened out.

"..."

“Just bring your family here using the magical tools Nicopolis gave you,” Bray said.

That teleportation talisman is incredibly convenient.

Nicopolis even complained that the magical tool was too troublesome.

"Huh? Are you a genius?" Naruko stared at Bray with wide eyes.

Bray doesn't seem like a very bright guy, so why is he so clever today?

"..." Bray felt exhausted talking to Naruko. Was this idiot going to be his wife? Suddenly, he felt a bit gloomy about life.

I just hope my daughter won't be like Naruko, and won't be as stupid as she is.

"Naruko, I bought some sour fruit." Levy's voice came from behind the door.

The fireball on Levy's head skillfully jumped onto the handle and opened the door for her little master.

As a summoned beast, you must master various skills.

Pshaw, it's not a summoned beast.

When the door opened, Levy was seen holding a paper bag.

"Oh, Levy is amazing." Naruko ran to the door and kissed and hugged Levy.

"Hmm..." Levy stared blankly at Naruko =A=, her face covered in drool.