I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

I am extremely sad.

All I wanted was to laugh with everyone; I didn't need to behead anyone here anymore; I was so happy.

I hope Du Wei and everyone can enjoy every day.

The sorrow flowed out like a flood bursting its banks, as if I were being choked and unable to breathe while sinking into the deep sea.

There's a hole that can never be filled.

Although I have such violent emotions in my heart, I cannot lose the "heart" that I have finally won.

He wanted to make amends, but the only option he could get was beheading.

This even led to feelings of self-blame.

As dusk paints the sea golden, shimmering waves ripple in the sunlight, and the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing echoes in your ears.

I noticed the girl who was hugging her knees and sobbing.

Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, making her look pitiful and causing people to feel especially sorry for her.

“Mary…”

Du Wei arrived at this beach at dusk.

This is practically Mary's private spot, and she used to spend her time on this beach when she wandered around.

Singing a solo ballad of blood (chbb) by one man.

Du Wei was someone she tacitly approved of joining.

"Du Wei... everyone... the village is being destroyed... I don't want this... I want everyone to be together like before... What should I do...?"

Mary sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

These words were also what Du Wei was thinking, but he had already come to the answer in his heart.

Now that trouble has arisen.

There is only one thing to do: to fundamentally and completely solve the problem.

“Mary, I will restore Britain to its former vibrant state, and I will resolve any troubles here.”

Du Wei comforted her and reached out his hand.

His words conveyed a powerful sense of conviction, making people feel that he was very confident and sincere.

His deep eyes shone with a jewel-like brilliance.

It's like the light shining down and fading away the darkness in your heart; you unconsciously reach out and grasp that warmth.

A sense of peace, like a warm current, reaches deep into the heart.

“Mary, believe me.”

"Whether in the past or present, I am here. Britain will never fall before me."

Du Wei took her slender, soft hand and pulled her into his arms.

He reached out and gently wiped away her tears, as if handling a fragile item with the utmost care.

Mary still harbored sadness in her heart.

Because in this way, Du Wei would bear everything, while she would just indulge in his tenderness and become self-absorbed.

That wasn't what Mary wanted either.

A different kind of longing is growing in my heart.

"No... I don't want Du Wei to fall... I don't want anyone to get hurt... I want everyone to be happy together..."

Mary's words were full of willfulness.

However, one cannot deny this will.

She encountered all sorts of people in Britain and experienced many kinds of relationships.

The grief, joy, reluctance, and anger felt.

These are all elements that constitute her "heart".

At first, she was like a delicate doll that could only wait, but now she has her own self.

I don't want to lose everything I've experienced.

From a blade that knew nothing, it gradually transformed into a human, possessing a moving sensitivity it had never had in its previous life.

Is there anything more joyous and celebratory than this?

"I'll do anything. Du Wei, I want to help you, I want to save everyone... no matter the cost..."

Mary leaned against Duvet's chest.

I want to do it, but I lack the ability to do so.

Therefore, they yearn for it in every way, and even pray to a non-existent god in their hearts.

“Mary, you can’t say things like that, especially in front of men. As a woman, it’s too demeaning to say that. And don’t pray to some non-existent god. Even if a god exists, that guy is just a heartless bastard.”

Du Wei seemed to see right through her thoughts.

We must correct her dangerous thoughts first; we can't let her do something that would sell her soul to the devil.

He was well aware of the consequences of doing so.

"Could it be... that the gods are bastards...?"

"Yeah, he's good at hiding behind the scenes, even when he speaks, he uses euphemisms and ambiguity. He's as cunning as a snake, not wanting to be the center of attention, but wanting to subtly guide others to the ending he wants. That kind of person is scum."

Du Wei earnestly explained to Mary.

His words were full of contempt for that non-existent god.

Mary thought for a moment and seemed to understand.

There was one person whose impression matched what Du Wei had said, but she hadn't realized it at all before.

"Is Cagliostro (Mercury) really like that? He speaks very euphemistically and ambiguously, never getting to the point. Could someone like him be the scumbag you described, Du Wei?"

Mary said, seemingly lost in thought.

These remarks are based on past impressions and are not tinged with any subjective bias.

That's her own feeling.

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Chapter Thirty-Two: The Harmless Little Lamb [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Mary was instructed to begin by eliminating mercury.

Before Mary gained feelings and lived as a human being, the only person she knew was Mercury.

It's only after you've developed feelings that you realize it.

However, Mary is no longer a doll, but a being with her own thoughts.

Du Wei told Mary about Mercury's past underhanded dealings and its wicked nature of liking to control other people's fates.

"That's too much, Cagliostro (Mercury) is really too much. Making so many people cry just for his own stage, there should be limits to this nonsense."

Mary was furious when she learned this.

She puffed out her cheeks and clenched her hands tightly.

Is she angry?

"I'm angry! I'm really angry! This is the first time I've ever been this angry in my entire life!~"

Mary spoke in a completely unthreatening tone.

If I had to describe them, they would be like harmless little lambs, not only not dangerous but also quite adorable.

It's just too sweet.

Looking at that little face that looked like a marshmallow, Du Wei couldn't help but want to take a small bite.

“Your angry face is just so cute it’s suffocating. Mary, you really aren’t suited to be a bad kid.”

"Ugh... I'm really angry! Du Wei, you're not allowed to laugh at me! Otherwise I'll get angry at you! Ora ora~!"

Mary puffed out her cheeks and threw a small punch.

The light taps on Du Wei's chest looked like a playful tantrum.

They have absolutely no backbone.

"I surrender, I surrender, Mary is the strongest."

Du Wei raised his hand to block the continuous attacks of the pink fist.

In reality, this was the only way he could hide the smile on his face and had to succumb to Mary's "fierce" offensive.

If this continues, he'll be driven crazy by Mary's cuteness.

What creature in the world could be so harmless even when it's angry?