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(Walson)

"Ah, god damn it!" In the wilderness, after flying through the sky for a while, Barella had propelled to a dead tree, and just as she was about to have a safe landing via the parachute I placed inside [Wing of The Wasp], the parachute got pierced by the branch of the dead three, making Barella hanging around like a pinata, and no matter how hard she tried to untangle herself, there is no visible sign of progress.

The tree that this girl had pierced her parachute with is about two kilometers away from our little wooden house, farther than I had imagined.

When I found her, her safety helmet was also missing from her head, most likely had been thrown away when she soared in the sky, and I didn't know where it had landed.

"Barella! There should be an orange button below your left chest! Press it to let go of the parachute!" I shouted up to her.

A few seconds later, a bundle of things, accompanied by twigs and fallen leaves, fell down.

I reached out and caught Barella in a princess carry - although the [Villager] class were physically weak, my level was high enough to handle the physical burden from doing this.

With my arm as her cushioning, Barella naturally wouldn't be hurt when she fell down, so I immediately let go to put her on the ground - this was a mistake because Barella had been so frightened that she didn't have the strength to stand up immediately.

"Barella, do you have any injuries-Whoa!!!!!?" As I asked the girl, with a swift movement that I can barely see, she grabbed my collar, making me toppled over.

When I came to my senses, the two of us were already in a compromising position.

I propped myself up with both hands, and Barella's face came into view.

Under the moonlight, a bright light shone on her delicate face, and the crystal-clear tears on her fragile skin were particularly prominent.

Her azure eyes were veiled in a thin mist, and she bit her rosy lower lip tightly, as if she could burst into tears at any moment...

Such a pitiful appearance made me feel sorry... Did I go too far...

For a brief moment, it seemed like my heart skipped a beat... Then, everything went black before my eyes, and my body suddenly floated in the air and then plummeted.

"What the heck are you doing!" As my nosebleed splattered everywhere, I held my aching nose and howled in anger, struggling to get up from the ground.

This girl just gave me a punch that left my skull possibly dented!!!

"That's hurt!" I exclaimed.

"You fucking deserved it!" Barella stood up and cursed at me.

For a moment, I actually thought she was cute. I must be crazy! Her face is a total scam! Her behaviour and face does not match up at all!

I can't believe I felt guilty for her! Damn it! Next time, I'll make her use up all her magic right from the start. I really want to see if she can fly directly into outer space!

"You scared the hell out of me! At least give me a heads-up!" I continued to grumble.

After a while, we finally made our way back to the little wooden house.

We walked in silence along the way. Although I had managed to stop the nosebleed with the help of Minecraft Steve's powerful healing abilities, to be honest... having your nose bridge broken is something that, even with strong healing abilities, still requires forcibly resetting the nasal bone first.

...Because I had delayed dealing with it earlier, I had to break it again and then reset it.

The residual sensation of the broken nose bridge lingered in my nose, and I needed to calculate the area of my psychological trauma. What just happened was truly inhumane.

"Um... Walson, are you okay?" Barella, who was walking beside me, approached with a slightly guilty expression.

"I'm fine," I replied with a hint of nasal tone in my voice.

Actually, I wasn't fine at all. Besides the recently broken nose bridge, I had caught a cold... It had started two days ago. Normally, I could easily deal with this kind of situation by using [Milk] and such, but now the potion box had been smashed, and I only had five bottles of [Milk] Potion left. To be safe, I had to conserve their use, which was really giving me a headache.

...Since my reincarnation, this was the first time I had felt so bad because of a cold, and on top of that, the broken nose bridge. It was like when it rains, it pours.

Seeing that Barella wasn't saying anything, it seemed like she felt somewhat guilty... Well, we might bicker, but I didn't blame her, so there was no need for her to carry this kind of pressure.

"Hey, do you think there's anything that needs improvement?" So I spoke up.

"Hmm? Oh... Although it was a bit scary, I think the directional control needs to be more precise," Barella hesitated for a moment and then replied.

"Hmm? So how did you control it just now?"

"I used wind elemental magic, I understood the gist about how to fly using it, but the speed was really too fast... But if I get another chance, I think I can do better."

"Oh, I see, I'll think of a way." I silently noted Barella's words in my mind, and the two of us had already returned to the front of the wooden house.

"By the way, what are you going to do about Derisha?" Barella suddenly asked a question out of the blue.

"...I don't know, but this misunderstanding will have to be resolved sooner or later..."

"Stop, stop, stop. This is a very important matter; how can it be just a misunderstanding?" Barella interrupted me with a karate chop.

"Hey! That hurts!"

"This karate chop is for many people whom you have unknowingly been wronged, hmph... You really don't give people peace of mind."

"...Did Grace tell you to talk to me like this?" I rubbed my forehead.

"No, I just couldn't stand watching it.... And as for Grace... I think she's tacitly approved of it."

"But for something like this, she has to like me first..."

"She gave you that dagger. How could she not like you? You're just pretending to not understand because you want to avoid delving deeper, right?" Barella cut me off with a cold tone before I could finish my sentence.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

"Anyway, if you return the dagger now, you'll only bring shame to the royal family. If you continue to stay here, Derisha will live a lonely life. You'd better think about how to resolve it," Barella said and then walked into the house, leaving me outside.

...Maybe, just as Barella implied, I was indeed avoiding it...

Well, I'll deal with it when I have some free time.

Thinking this way, I walked to the empty space nearby.

Unlike the others who were playing cards inside the house, I had mentioned before that Melon was currently facing a minor issue. After suffering a devastating defeat in her encounter with Lori, she had entered a state of frenzied training.

It wasn't that the others didn't train, but Melon had expanded the proportion of her daily training to unimaginable levels. In other words, she was now doing physical training 24/7, only stopping to take a few bites of food and a sip of drink.

Even the time for eating and sleeping had been compressed quite a bit, which left me speechless.

To be honest, increasing combat power was not something I had always pursued. It was just a matter of interest for me.

After all, I was a [Villager], and I didn't like the idea of living a life of constant fighting... I didn't want Melon to become just a weapon.

"Melon," I called out to the figure that was constantly kicking the [Spinning Iron Dummy].

"Master, do you have any orders?" In an instant, she appeared in front of me, drenched in sweat, with a very serious expression on her face and no smile.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't find the right words.

With a sigh, I took out two wristguards and two leg guards from my inventory and handed them to Melon.

"Master, what's this?"

"The old ones were broken, so I decided to make new ones."

In the battle with Lori, not only had the [Dog House] been damaged, but Melon's years-old [Band of the Bold] had also been scrapped.

The main reason for what happened to the [Band of the Bold] was not directly related to Lori, but rather Melon's growth.

A long time ago, I mentioned that when Melon used Dragon Soul Possession, her method was to use it in an instant, maximizing the power of her fist in a very short amount of time.

This method was different from Grace's, as Melon didn't have the huge magic power needed to sustain Dragon Soul for an extended period. Therefore, she used Dragon Soul as a momentary burst to maximize its efficiency.

However, this gave rise to a problem. The [Band of the Bold] didn't have a structure that could accommodate a large amount of magic power. Therefore, in the battle with Lori, it became the last straw that broke the camel's back. The interior of the [Band of the Bold] couldn't handle the influx of magic power and ended up in a chaotic mess.

This led to the creation of the [Tyrant's Arm] and [Tyrant's Leg].

Based on the design of the [Band of the Bold], using the remaining [Ground Dragon Reverse Scale] as a magic conduit, [Orichalcum steel] as the primary material, and for the core, a special monster's shell was used. This creature had once pushed me, Derisha, and others to the brink in the [Labyrinth of Water]. Yes, it was that creature with the ability to rebound damage, the [Ancient Guardian]. After becoming a material, its ability to rebound seemed to have decreased, but it could still partially absorb impacts, making it useful for blocking defense.

In addition, a magazine made from a [Storage Box] was added, not only to save loading time but also significantly increasing the number of bullets it could hold. Finally, considering various situations, it was equipped with a grappling hook and the ability to fire arrows, which somewhat compensated for its shortcomings in close combat.

All the necessary enchantments were applied to the highest level; I won't go into detail here.

"...This weapon is named [Tyrant's Arm] and [Tyrant's Leg]. It should allow you to use it without any worries." After introducing it to Melon, I handed over this set of equipment to her.

"Thank you very much, master." Melon solemnly embraced the equipment and bowed to me.

Her expression was as cold as an iceberg, and all the words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat, not knowing where to start.

"It's very late. Aren't you going to rest?" I could only say that.

It was already 11 o'clock at night, and she showed no intention of resting, not even taking a bath yet.

"Master, I must become stronger to protect you."

"What if it's an order instead?" Seeing her like this, I steeled my heart and said so.

For the past few days, she had been like this. Not just me, but others were also worried about Melon suddenly becoming so cold.

She hardly did anything other than training, giving up everything, including socializing with other companions.

"...I understand. I will obey your orders, my master." Melon hesitated for a moment but didn't show much reaction. She turned and walked toward the house.

"..." Watching her walk away, I sighed once again.

Even when dealing with Lori, I didn't feel this powerless.