The Demigod’s Arrival and a Secret Revealed

“Oh, Mr. Tule is so dashing!” a lovestruck admirer in the crowd exclaimed, clutching her cheeks.

“I didn’t notice it before, but seeing Mr. Tule today, he’s suddenly become incredibly handsome and refined!” another remarked, bewilderment evident in their tone.

“Mr. Tule is both rich and handsome~ If only I could marry him!” a man’s voice, filled with longing, rang out from the crowd.

The moment Mr. Tule stepped down from his opulent Golden Uli carriage, the entire crowd erupted into a frenzy. His name echoed from every direction, while countless women gazed at him with starry-eyed adoration, their expressions brimming with infatuation.

“Hoo-hahaha! I remember seeing Mr. Tule just half a month ago at the Mercenary Guild—his complexion was rather dull then,” Philavman mused, stroking his beard, a trace of envy flickering across his face. “And yet today, he appears radiant and full of vitality! Truly, it makes others green with envy! Moreover, Mr. Tule has contributed so immensely to the Mercenary Guild—it leaves this old man in awe. Mr. Tule, please allow me to bow to you!”

Philavman’s expression turned solemn as he clasped his hands and bowed deeply.

“Hahaha, Lord Philavman, if thanks are due, they should be directed to the guest behind me,” Mr. Tule replied, smiling as he accepted the crowd’s admiration. His lips curved into a mysterious grin. “This guest is not only my benefactor but also my closest friend. To be honest, this entire charitable collaboration is thanks to this esteemed individual.”

With a graceful motion, Mr. Tule stepped aside, gesturing toward the carriage behind him.

“Not only his benefactor… but also his closest friend?” Philavman echoed, his eyes widening as they locked onto the carriage door. He couldn’t imagine who in Morgan City could receive such praise from Mr. Tule.

“It’s Lord Domu! The legendary mercenary! The Silver Reaper! Lord Domu!” someone suddenly screamed, their voice trembling with excitement.

For a brief moment, the crowd fell silent.

Then—

Like a powder keg ignited, the entire venue exploded into chaos. Waves of exhilarated shouts surged outward, sweeping through the crowd and igniting an uncontrollable frenzy among people of all ages.

“Lord Domu! A demigod-level powerhouse—the legendary Silver Reaper!”

“This old man was truly foolish not to have realized it sooner!” Philavman trembled, his hands shaking as he stared intently at the carriage door.

Though over eighty years old, he was no exception to the Norachi Kingdom’s reverence for the strong. Lord Domu, a demigod-level existence, had slain an ancient demon and eliminated a hidden catastrophe before it could unfold. In just half a month, Domu had captured countless rare and even legendary beasts.

To Philavman, Domu was nothing less than an idol.

Mr. Tule watched the even more frenzied crowd and felt no jealousy whatsoever. Instead, he simply smiled.

To him, justice and gratitude mattered most. Lord Domu had helped him immensely and even accepted him as a friend. For Mr. Tule, nothing brought greater satisfaction than fulfilling Domu’s wishes.

It seemed his efforts to elevate Domu’s reputation were working perfectly.

Meanwhile, at the very center of the storm—

Domu was holding Soronna’s hand, desperately trying to negotiate with her.

After a brief but intense discussion, the “terms” had already been decided:

Domu had to kiss Soronna and say “I love you” three times.

In exchange, Soronna would refrain from clinging to him throughout the event—though holding hands remained non-negotiable.

“Soronna… could you… maybe reconsider that request?” Domu made one final attempt.

“Domu, a man of his word doesn’t go back on it. Hurry up—take off your helmet!” Soronna pouted, hands on her hips.

“I… sigh…” Domu exhaled helplessly.

With no way out, she removed her helmet, revealing a breathtaking face flushed crimson. Her ruby-like eyes flickered nervously, unable to meet Soronna’s gaze.

“Hehe~ Domu, hurry and say it—‘I~ love~ you~’~” Soronna giggled, eyes narrowing in delight. She wrapped her arms around Domu’s shoulders, pulling their faces close together.

“I… I…” Forced to meet her gaze, Domu felt those three words weigh heavier than anything.

Her heart pounded violently.

A storm of thoughts raged within her—

Can you really give her the love she wants?

No… you can’t.

You don’t even have the right.

This is just a game… just a character…

But… I can’t say it…

She felt like a fraud, someone who had unknowingly stolen the pure heart of the girl before her.

Soronna, in her current state of complete sincerity, showed no trace of pretense.

And that only made Domu feel worse.

If she couldn’t return that love—

What right did she have to say those words?

“I love you, Domu~”

Soronna spoke first.

Before Domu could react, she leaned in and gently kissed her lips—light and fleeting, like a dragonfly touching water.

“Soronna…” Domu froze.

For just a fleeting instant, she had seen it—

A trace of sadness in Soronna’s eyes.

“Domu, that counts as passing. Let’s go out now,” Soronna said softly, rubbing her eyes before taking Domu’s hand again.

“And… I won’t give up. Because I truly believe… no one in this world loves you more than I do right now.”

Domu didn’t even remember how she stepped out of the carriage.

Everything felt… blank.

She only knew that she had walked out holding Soronna’s hand.

“Lord Domu!!! I want to bear your children!!!”

“Ahhh!!! Lord Domu!!! I love you!!!”

“Lord Domu, look at me just once!!!”

The moment she appeared, a tidal wave of sound engulfed her.

Inside the carriage, it had been bearable.

Outside—it was overwhelming.

The crowd erupted completely at the sight of the white-armored figure, radiant like a divine being. Some shouted, some cried, others trembled with excitement.

The sheer intensity forced Domu back to her senses.

Slowly, she turned her head.

Soronna stood beside her, holding her hand quietly, her expression obedient and calm.

That contrast—

Made something twist inside Domu’s chest.

“Lord Domu! This old man is Philavman, acting chairman of the Morgan City Mercenary Guild! It is my greatest honor to meet you!” Philavman stepped forward, trembling with excitement, bowing deeply.

“Lord Philavman, the honor is mine. I am merely your junior—I do not deserve such courtesy,” Domu replied humbly.

Before the elderly man could fully bow, she raised her arm and gently steadied him.

“Ah… Lord Domu! How… how powerful, yet humble! This old man holds you in the highest esteem!” Philavman exclaimed, even more moved.

Then, his gaze shifted slightly.

“Ah… by the way… the lady behind you… could she be…?”

Only now did he notice that Domu’s other hand was holding a young woman in a nun’s outfit, partially hidden behind her.

A dangerous curiosity surfaced.

“What?! That woman is holding Lord Domu’s hand?!”

“Damn it! That should be me!”

“Who is she?! I challenge you to a duel!”

The crowd erupted again, this time filled with jealousy and outrage.

“Everyone, please calm down.”

Domu’s voice rang out, steady yet firm.

She unconsciously tightened her grip on Soronna’s hand.

“This lady… is someone very, very important to me.”

The moment those words left her lips—

The entire crowd stirred.

“So please… do not trouble her.”