601,

Cyclone took a step to the left, intending to make way for Sophiel.

Everything was going smoothly now, not a time to stir up trouble.

Although Cyclone and Sophiel had experience battling each other before, it was under coercion from Cyclone at that time.

Looking back now, it was all mistakes made in their youth.

Forcibly thrusting one's holy sword into another's body, such thoughtless and disrespectful behavior towards women, is not something children should learn.

Acting recklessly in excitement, using sword techniques indiscriminately, resulting in injuries and bloodshed.

No matter how Cyclone tried to justify it, Cyclone was the culprit, an extremely wicked sword offender.

And now, Cyclone was about to become a father.

With the passage of time, Cyclone too had to grow up and become an adult.

Even if one needed to draw their holy sword, they should first seek their wife's permission.

But at this point, saying all this was futile, the deeds had been done, and apologies wouldn't change anything.

After all, Cyclone did what they did, even firing the holy cannon.

Apologizing now? Wouldn't that be even more disrespectful to the other person's body? It would even belittle the significance of that night's duel.

No, even as a sword offender, one should uphold the morals of a sword offender.

If the sword is drawn, one must admit they drew it themselves.

If the sword is thrust, one must admit they thrust it themselves.

Therefore, Cyclone chose not to avoid it, even though their body moved back, their eyes still met the opponent's gaze directly.

If even eye contact was rejected, it would truly make Cyclone a "play-and-kick" scumbag.

Since they played, Cyclone had to admit it, acknowledging Sophiel as one of their wives.

Although her chest may be a bit smaller, the feeling of that battle back then was still special.

Perhaps due to sword training, their steps were steady and their waist strength abundant.

With each blow from Cyclone that Sophiel received, the reverberations of the muscles felt like echoes of a song from yesterday.

Thinking about it now, it seemed like it wasn't entirely their fault.

Blame it on Sophiel's handsome yet graceful demeanor.

On the battlefield, her long-term training had honed her formidable combat abilities.

"..."

However, as Cyclone pondered, Sophiel broke the silence.

"Disgusting!"

Perhaps it was Cyclone's overly flirtatious gaze that made Sophiel uncharacteristically give such a harsh description.

Making Cyclone's lips involuntarily curl up, coupled with their current gaze, Cyclone might not have realized they had truly become a sword offender.

"T-This? It's not like that?!"

Realizing their own lapse in judgement, Cyclone snapped out of it.

"T-There's no other way! Whenever I think of the t-time..."

Not even able to make a move to draw their sword, Sophiel's straight sword had already swiped past Cyclone's neck.

"I... I forgot."

Raising both hands, Cyclone signaled surrender.

Faced with Cyclone's sudden display of weakness, Sophiel's sharp gaze intensified, looking at Cyclone as if they were a vile insect.

"Rest assured, experience a bit of terror first, for the future..."

"T-The future?!"

"..."

The moment Cyclone spoke, a flirtatious air emanated from them.

"You want to come back for another round in the future?!"

After a few seconds of silence, Sophiel swung her straight sword horizontally, aiming to directly decapitate Cyclone.

But Cyclone did not perish, because as Sophiel did so, a magical staff appeared.

Cyclone couldn't describe it, it was a peculiar staff bearing symbols of the sun and moon.

This staff forcibly inserted itself between the straight sword and Cyclone, blocking Sophiel's strike.

"Geez, why are you always so impulsive?"

"Impulsive? I'm perfectly calm now."

"...Is that so~"

After saying that, the owner of the staff actually believed Sophiel's response and stepped back with the staff.

"Well~ Why do I always see you with the Grim Reaper every time I encounter you~"

With a smile, the girl took off her large wizard hat.