Sir Ares, Goodnight

She was like an empress standing on a giant's shoulder looking condescendingly at her subjects.

"Have you drank the waters of Lethe, Jaybie? And crossed the bridge to the underworld? Would you still remember me?

"I'm sorry, I can't join you yet. I need to stay here and finish what you started and find our son. Also, I want to stay here and wait for your return."

A gust of wind rose from the ground, taking away the rustles of the autumn and welcoming the harsh cold of winter.

Like winter, Angeline turned colder and colder as she waited.

Using ruthless and unsparing methods, she quickly forced the Titus, Bell, Ares, and Severe families into submission.

A few years later.

In a fishing village.

women gesticulated at her and said, "That's her, the woman who picked up a wild man a few years back and married him. I heard that the man has also brought with him a

her family but also has to take care of her useless husband. Her family drove her out because they were

such good looks, can you? If I met a man like that, I'd pick him up and hide him in my house too," a young woman sneered, sounding like sour

broken fenced houses. The houses were extremely

the woman came home, she started the fire

sitting at the end of a stove in the other room. Although he was wearing clean old clothes, they had failed to conceal his natural elegance

in with a bowl of mussel stew. When she noticed the man staring at Tempest, who was lying on the bed, she could not help but tease. "He won't wake up even if you stare at him all day. From

"No one's allowed to take him away as long as I'm

and widowers. He went there before, and the place reeked so badly because no one was taking care of the elderly's personal hygiene. The man lying on the bed was his savior. The woman once told him that the man had used his own body to shield him beneath his own, and that was why he had only suffered a slight concussion and lost

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he noticed a small grass

handed the mussel stew to him and sighed weakly. "It's been three years. We have no money to treat him and can hardly make ends meet ourselves. Our son will start school in two more