Personality V: I will save everything

"Wow! I was only away for half a month. What happened? ⊙＿⊙?"

After a busy period, Naib finally dealt with the complicated affairs of Delos Manor.

He carefully checked every detail and confirmed that no thorny problems would arise in the short term. Only then did he feel at ease to start a new journey - traveling to another world again.

As he embarked on his journey, Naib walked leisurely with his thoughts in his mind.

Recalling the good times he had spent with Baron Deros, he couldn't help but smile. Especially those mouth-watering delicacies, which made him linger on.

At this moment, an idea suddenly came to his mind: since he had already tasted many delicious dishes at Delos Manor, he might as well take the tempting double-layer sea salt lemon cake back to share with Andrew and Carl.

Especially the cute little Carl, who seems to have a special liking for cakes...

However, just as this thought just came to his mind, Naib suddenly realized that perhaps, as Kreacher said, he was a little too doting on Carl? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stop, frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

Time passed by, and after a brief thought, Naib shook his head and a smile reappeared on his face. "Well... who cares!"

He said to himself, "So what if I am happy to pamper Carl like this? As long as I can see his happy and satisfied smile, everything is worth it!" Then, he continued to move towards his destination with firm steps, carrying his deep love and concern for the child.

However, when he first stepped into this place, a strange atmosphere came over him like a tide. The atmosphere permeated the air vaguely, like the depression and dullness before a storm.

With the keen intuition honed from his past as a mercenary, he only took a few glances at his surroundings and had a rough idea of ​​what might be happening.

This kind of insight does not come out of thin air, but is the valuable experience honed after countless times on the brink of life and death.

"You're exposed?" Naib stared at Besf in front of him... no, it should be said that he was the owner of the manor.

There was a hint of confusion in his tone, but more of worry about the situation.

"Yes, but there was really nothing I could do. I was so furious at the time..." The owner of the manor sighed slightly, revealing a bit of helplessness in his words.

Although his expression at this moment seemed no different from usual, Naib could clearly feel the raging anger surging beneath that calm appearance.

That's true... Naib thought to himself.

You know, the owner of the manor usually looks gentle and calm, and it is rare for him to show his emotions so obviously now.

As one of the first few to join the manor, Naib has always believed that he has a considerable understanding of this mysterious manor and the elusive owner.

However, today, he experienced something that shocked him - he actually witnessed the owner of the manor get furious! This was the first time in history!

You know, on weekdays, the owner of the manor always gives people a feeling of being unfathomable and expressionless.

No matter what kind of tricky situation or difficult character he faces, the owner of the manor seems to be able to handle it with ease, always maintaining that awe-inspiring calmness and composure.

But now, the manor owner who had always been calm and self-controlled was like a lit powder keg, furious, which was really shocking.

But...if you think about it carefully, it's not completely incomprehensible why the owner of the manor is so angry.

After all, although Eli had woken up, his eyes, which had been bright and lively, were now horrible: even though the two deep blood holes were tightly wrapped with bandages, they still couldn't stop the blood from oozing out, like two hideous wounds, shocking to the eye.

Anyone who saw such serious injuries would feel pity and anger, right? Not to mention the owner of the manor who regarded his family as his life.

Seeing Eli's look, the owner of the manor must have been filled with self-blame and anger.

"Well, then they know you are..." Out of caution, Naib hesitated again and again, and finally did not blurt out the three words "manor owner". He knew the meaning of this name and the possible consequences, so he chose to remain silent for the time being.

However, the other party didn't seem to care about his hesitation and just responded calmly: "No...but you can tell them."

Hearing this, Naib's heart tightened, but at the same time he felt more relieved. He was a mercenary, a killer, not someone who was good at protecting secrets.

After taking a deep breath, he slowly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him with a firm gaze. Then, he bent down slightly, bowed deeply to the owner of the manor with an extremely respectful attitude, and said softly: "Well... I'm back, owner of the manor."

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the other side,

When Orpheus keenly noticed that Uncle Neb had left quietly, a ripple appeared in his little heart, an indescribable unhappiness (╥﹏╥).

Yes, just a little bit, Orpheus didn't lie.

However...well, he still lied.

In fact, the sadness in his heart had already surged like a flood, and tears were almost about to burst out of his eyes??(?n′﹏`n?)??

That feeling of loss seemed to consume him entirely.

Since Neb left, Orpheus felt that his world suddenly became dark and dim, especially at night, when night fell and everything was silent, he felt unprecedented fear and helplessness.

The warm embrace that once allowed him to sleep peacefully has disappeared, replaced by endless darkness and silence.

Thinking back to that thrilling night, Orpheus still feels a lingering fear.

At that time, the surroundings were filled with deafening explosions, the ferocious shouts of the poachers resounded through the sky, and there was even the creepy sound of breaking into the window.

These horrific scenes haunted his mind like nightmares, and he could not get rid of them. So much so that every night when he went to sleep, he was always worried that those terrible things would happen again.

The clever and careful Uncle Neb seemed to have seen through Orpheus's predicament long ago, so from then on, he would silently accompany little Orpheus every night.

With that gentle and low voice, she told wonderful stories one after another, like beautiful lullabies, slowly soothing Orpheus's frightened heart until the little guy fell asleep quietly.

Now, Uncle Neb has left, leaving Orpheus alone to face the long night.

Whenever night fell, he always felt an inexplicable uneasiness and anxiety, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching him in the darkness.

This feeling became stronger and stronger, so much so that he felt he might suffer from insomnia again tonight.

Orpheus tossed and turned in bed, wondering whether he should seek help from others. The first people who came to his mind were the DeRoss couple, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

Because he knew that the DeRoss couple were busy all day and had too many important things to deal with. It would be too embarrassing to disturb them at this time and ask them to put down their work to coax him to sleep.

Then, Orpheus thought of looking for Alice. However, after careful consideration, he decided to give up this idea.

After all, Alice is the only one in the whole manor who knows nothing about what is happening and knows nothing about the upcoming changes in the future. She seems to live in an innocent world and should not be troubled by these troubles.

If Orpheus visited her once or twice occasionally, perhaps it wouldn't cause too much trouble.

But if he ran to Alice for comfort and company every night, it would not be long before the innocent Alice would curiously ask Orpheus why he was always like this and what had happened to make him so anxious.

How should Orpheus explain to her then? Should he tell this simple and kind girl the heavy truth?

No, you absolutely can't do that!

So, in the end, Orpheus could only silently endure the fear and loneliness in his heart and spend these difficult nights alone.

But Orpheus's appearance still attracted the attention of the adults. The change in this child was too obvious. He went from being lively to being sickly now.

However, whenever people asked him, Orpheus just lowered his head and left.

Finally, that night, Orpheus crawled out of bed and under the bed. Perhaps it was because of the dark and closed environment under the bed that made him feel more at ease than lying in bed.

But it was not until this time that Orpheus discovered that there was something under his bed that shouldn't be there.

Orpheus crawled out from under the bed with it, and in the moonlight, he saw clearly that it was Uncle Naib's Gurkha saber.

There is a letter written by Uncle Naib on the saber————

In Nepalese culture, placing a knife under a child's bed can prevent the child from having nightmares, because the knife can ward off evil spirits and prevent evil forces from entering the child's dreams.

Well, if that's the case, then my knife should be very powerful, because it's not just a saber, but a weapon that has actually drunk human blood, so it should be able to scare away all those evil things. (^_^)

Be brave, little guy. Those things won't happen again. Be brave, little man.

May nightmares never disturb you.

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"Uncle Naib..." Orpheus murmured softly, and his small hand slowly stroked Naib's gleaming saber.

The blade of the saber was extremely sharp, as if it could easily cut off the fingers of a tender child like him with just a slight swing.

However, little Orpheus did not retreat at all, and continued to stroke it carefully and meticulously, as if it was not a deadly weapon but an invaluable treasure.

His eyes, clear as water, gazed at the bright moon hanging high in the sky outside the window. The silvery moonlight fell on his little face, which was slightly childish but full of determination.

Orpheus bit his lip, clenched his fists secretly, and silently vowed in his heart: "I will become brave! I will never be frightened by those terrible nightmares again! And, one day, I will make myself an unforgettable nightmare for those who try to destroy our beautiful paradise!"

I will never be afraid of nightmares, because...I am the nightmare.

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"So you just casually threw your saber there?" When I heard this, a look of disbelief appeared on my face.

You know, in Nepal's long and unique cultural tradition, the Gurkha knife is a supreme symbol of honor for every Nepalese soldier! It is not only a weapon, but also a spiritual sustenance and identity symbol.

However, facing my surprise and questioning, Naib seemed unusually calm.

He sat cross-legged on the ground leisurely, raised his head slightly, looked into the distance with a dazed look, and slowly said:

"It doesn't matter. Those past years and all the things I've experienced have nothing to do with me anymore. The so-called glory of Nepalese soldiers is nothing but a passing cloud to me. Since I embarked on this new path, everything I lost is no longer important. I have already got what I wanted. As for the saber, it is just a meaningless decoration to me now."

Really open-minded... But for Naib now, this kind of open-mindedness is what he most hopes for.

I have absolutely no desires or requests.

Now Naib’s only thought is to protect the beauty of the present.

"Okay." The owner of the manor dusted off his clothes and stood up.

"It's time to deal with things here......"