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The beloved Holy Sword of Cyclone, always carefully looked after, is now facing a crisis of life and death.

Cyclone is not a man who refrains from hitting women, but when it comes to his own life, he becomes ruthless even towards children.

Moreover, Cyclone is not someone of great importance. For the little brother who has accompanied him through countless months, he is the closest person he has.

Since the little brother is the closest person, even if the woman ahead is a potential future wife, theoretically Cyclone should prioritize the safety of his little brother first.

After reaching this conclusion in his mind, Cyclone decided to kick out.

However, for some reason, deep down inside Cyclone, there is a principle that values protecting his wife as important as protecting his life, so the kick did not land in the most effective spot, which would be Hilmirya's head, but rather aimed at her hand.

Hoping to knock the knife out of Hilmirya's hand with this kick to buy more time for self-rescue.

However, after the kick, Cyclone realized he had made a wrong judgment.

The kick hit its target, but the knife not only did not fall, it instead sparked a determination in Hilmirya.

Deadly eyes awakened, devoid of any vitality, in Hilmirya's eyes, Cyclone was already dead.

"..."

One second later, both quickly got up.

As soon as they rose, Hilmirya’s small knife struck again.

This time without tripping, the knife fiercely stabbed down from above.

Cyclone reached out with both hands and caught Hilmirya's hands.

One side exerted pressure from above, while the other blocked from below.

The two struggled against each other, not giving an inch.

Hilmirya had given up thinking and planned to forcefully overpower Cyclone.

Though they were in a deadlock, the tip of the knife was slowly getting closer to Cyclone.

No, no way... Am I really losing in strength to a woman?!

In a life-threatening moment, Cyclone remembered something.

Back in Riverbranch, he never won against Fatty once.

Leaving aside the fact that he was injured at the time, even after recovering, Cyclone couldn't beat Hilmirya in a fight.

The reason was simple; as Fatty, Hilmirya herself possessed immense strength.

"Wait! Wait!!!!"

Cyclone shouted out, trying to change the current deadlock.

"I-I mean, can't you guys say something?!!!"

Cyclone yelled at the group of clueless young nuns.

"This man here raped me!! So, tell me, doesn't this man deserve punishment?"

But Hilmirya's counter-shout instantly silenced the room.

After a moment of eerie silence, the nuns came to a consensus.

"This... indeed deserves punishment..."

"Hey!!!!!!"

Cyclone shouted out, but this outburst only drained him of a bit more strength.

Hilmirya's suppression grew stronger, and the knife was just a hair’s breadth away from his eyes.

This is not good... If this continues like this...

Cyclone will die.

Find a way! Find a way!

"W-w-wife!!"

Cyclone tried to shout, but Hilmirya still didn't respond.

There must be a way, since the woman in front of him was that innocent chubby girl, even after losing weight, Hilmirya was still Hilmirya...

Cyclone had an idea, then he shouted at Hilmirya.

"Can't, can't I like you?!!!!"

Cyclone took the initiative to lean forward and press against Hilmirya.

"Don't you remember? Our promise on that day!!!"

Little by little, Cyclone weakened Hilmirya's strength with his words.

"I love you!! All of this is proof of my love for you!!!!"

Pushing back, although there was no change in expression, Cyclone had already pushed back to the center.

"Hilmirya! Though it's a bit late..."

Cyclone put all his strength into it.

"Marry me!!!"

With that, Cyclone finally managed to push Hilmirya to the other side of the wall.