Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 126, Section 063: Oman
"I am back."

When the dragon-horse takes off its shoes in the entrance hall, it first calls softly into the house.

no respond.

They're probably still asleep.

They can no longer go to their original residence; they even used missiles so easily, leaving no room for explanation. They don't know if the White Walkers know they and Pride are still alive; Fujiwara-san is temporarily unable to contact them.

Just to be on the safe side, he found a quiet place to rent.

As soon as he entered the living room, he saw arrogance looking at him.

"You're awake," You Dong said.

"Ah."

"Want to get some exercise?" Ryoma was worried that if she stayed at home all the time, or even lay paralyzed in bed, she would gradually lose her agility and nimbleness.

"I've already done the work." His arrogant tone remained steady.

Ryoma looked at the woman who was lying under the table, with only her head peeking out from the edge of the tablecloth.

The hall, covered with straw mats, was just the right size for sitting cross-legged.

But the woman's half-body was sticking to the ground, like a turtle using the table as its shell, and she seemed to have no intention of getting up.

"Then why were you hiding under the table?" You Dong was also in a playful mood. Looking at Ao Man's rapidly reddening cheeks, he suddenly smiled.

"The straw mat is so comfortable, let me feel it more carefully... Ah, no, I'm here to find something. Yes, to find something."

The woman hid her head under the table.

It was rare to see the usually taciturn and arrogant man stammering and stammering in an attempt to explain, refusing to admit that he couldn't get out of bed.

"How long are you going to keep searching inside?" someone asked. "If you don't come out soon, am I going in?"

"No!" A muffled sound came from under the table. "I can't let You Dongjun see my current embarrassing state."

But in reality, there isn't enough space under the table. If you move the walkway to the kitchen, you can see two long legs sticking out from under the table. When she speaks urgently, they will swing from side to side and stand up.

She wasn't wearing cotton shoes or her usual tight leather pants, just denim shorts, and the exposed scenery was alluring.

You Dong was speechless; it was the first time he had ever interacted with arrogance in this way.

"What's for dinner?" he asked tentatively, trying to focus his attention.

The woman's head peeked out of her shell like a turtle, a piece of bread dangling from her mouth, and she mumbled, "Teriyaki sauce over rice."

Ryoma stared blankly, speechless. He could already picture the arrogant fellow, who had just woken up, carrying a piece of bread to fill his stomach, only to find the straw mat more comfortable, and then, ignoring the bread, shrank into it without a word.

Kind of cute.

"arrogant."

"Ah."

"Do you remember what happened before?" You Dong asked tentatively.

"remember."

"So what are your plans next?" He was still trying hard to restore the arrogance to its original aloof and independent state.

"do not know."

Helpless, if it were the arrogance of the past, he would have calmly analyzed the situation, considered everything thoroughly, and ultimately led him down a path of blood oath.

Arrogance then added, "All I need is to be with you."

The woman raised her head and stared intently at him.

"You...can you see it?"

"Yes. Having lost my Mind's Eye, I am now able to see your face. Before, the world was just a blurry black and white patch, without any shape. Now I can finally see what you look like."

She had finished chewing her bread, propped herself up, and carefully examined the moving face, her pupils trembling slightly: "You're a little different from what I imagined, but that doesn't affect my feelings about you."

Feeling a little awkward under the gaze, his first instinct was to naturally hide his right hand behind his back. Although the wound on his wrist had scabbed over, the scar was still there.

Arrogance realized with a start that his nose was about to touch the other person's nose before he withdrew.

With a thump-thump in his heart, Longma stood up and said, "I'll go cook."

"Ah."

“Pride, let’s leave this place, escape these dangers, go somewhere where no one knows we are White Walkers, start anew, and live like humans,” said Ryoma, standing by the kitchen.

The woman sat up and remained silent.

For an assassin who walks on the edge of a knife, the only place to truly lay down their dagger is probably at a tombstone.

She possessed her own pride; she was arrogance. Formerly a member of the Imperial Guard, the first of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Now, if she were to relinquish this identity, lay down her dagger, cease the killing, disregard military orders, and abandon everything she carries, then all her original reasons for wielding the knife, the objects of her loyalty, the camp she had chosen, and all her obsessions would be meaningless.

That would be a denial of one's entire life.

But the man in front of her had already tied on his apron, like a housekeeper, and started cooking.

Arrogance watched his retreating figure, a struggle churning within him.

This leisurely life once made her feel lost. Living a slow and peaceful life, trying to earn some extra money to supplement the family income, and living the life of an ordinary human being, was like a piece of candy; just thinking about it would make her mouth water.

She felt a little sore from supporting herself, so she simply pulled back, put her hands under her chin, and tilted her head left and right with only her head showing.

Her short hair swayed gracefully on both sides.

Just by lying on the straw mat, she could feel that in this small space, besides the aroma of food, there was an even warmer atmosphere.

That's the feeling of home.

Arrogance shifted his legs, rubbed them on the straw mat, and moved to a new, cool spot, so comfortable he almost closed his eyes.

No, I can't let myself succumb to the allure of pleasure.

The assassin's honor, the killer's duty, the chilling title—everything about it…

The straw mat beneath me carried my scent and lingering warmth, making the area under the table feel like springtime. The softness of the straw mat was like a mattress; it seemed as if I could sink right in if I leaned forward.

Arrogance caused his eyelids to droop.

I'm really sleepy.

It really won't work.

sleepy.

No.

Sleepy.

Row……

In the kitchen, Ryoma noticed that there was no movement behind him and turned around to find that Arrogance was fast asleep.

He closed the kitchen door tightly to prevent the noise of the range hood from waking her.

……

When Arrogance opened his eyes again, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

"How long have I been asleep?" Arrogance noticed the movement and saw someone staring at her. She was still half asleep, and her face was slightly flushed.

"More than four hours."

"Oh...I see." She used a blank expression to hide her embarrassment.

"You must be hungry. Let's eat first."

The White Walkers don't need to pay much attention to their diet; normal flesh and blood are enough to sustain their energy. Their movements are merely a way of remembering the days when humans ate three meals a day, a habit that has likely been ingrained in their bones over thousands of days and nights.

He arrogantly accepted the plate; the teriyaki sauce was poured over the meat and rice—it was delicious.

Even when Longma watched the woman eat, he found it delicious.

To be precise, she seems to be getting younger and younger, and has actually become a young woman.

"I'm gonna start now."

Arrogantly, he took a couple of bites, ran his left hand through his hair along his ear, and tilted his head: "Aren't you going to eat?"

"eat."

But his mind wasn't on the food; he was thinking about the relationship between arrogance and something else, and he felt it was complicated.

She was his guide, his mentor; the leader of his team, his captain; or perhaps, now, his live-in partner…

While he was lost in thought, the young woman had already finished her share.

"Let's escape from here."

You Dong paused, taken aback.

That's arrogance.

She slowly held the soup, seemingly indifferent, and said, "I've realized I'm just a selfish person. Lost in tenderness and beauty, I've lost the courage to return to the edge of the blade. Perhaps, for decades, in order to carry out these cold missions, I've suppressed my true nature, even forgetting my original heart. Despite experiencing so much life and death, when I have important people and a simple, happy life, I still shamelessly succumb to it. I'm not a qualified samurai, I—"

Before she could finish speaking, Ryoma had already gently embraced her.

Arrogantly, he stared blankly.

"That's enough. You clearly love life so much, enjoy living so much, and have the courage and determination to do this. That's enough."

He spoke softly, but tears welled up in his eyes.

"Leave the rest to me. I want to bring arrogance out of the loneliness and sorrow of killing, so that we can walk barefoot in puddles, close our eyes and enjoy the sunshine, and listen to the noise. The richness of life is never just about fighting and killing. You have taken the first step, and I will accompany you on the remaining ninety-nine steps."

Arrogance felt the man's body temperature; his head rested on her shoulder, and neither of them could see the other's expression.

He held her tightly in his arms, and even Arrogance's mind went blank.

But this familiar warmth... made her sleepy tendencies start to stir again.

“Your name is too conspicuous. We should live in anonymity and a peaceful life. That would be quite like the chivalrous spirit of ancient times,” You Dong said.

Arrogance blinked hard, trying to stay alert, and asked, "Then what's my name?"

"Oman."

“Aman…” she lingered, and weariness slowly crept into her consciousness like waves.

He shrugged and said, "Okay."

Feeling her body go limp, I gently released her, only to find that Aoman had fallen asleep again.

He mustered his courage and gently pinched her nose, smiling sweetly.
"Please take good care of me from now on, Oman."

(End of this chapter)