"Grandpa! That black-haired swordsman is back, and he's carrying Little Theresia! She looks safe and sound! This is wonderful!" Oleg shouted excitedly, his voice echoing across the entire village.
It was noon, and the brilliant sunlight fell like a shower of golden arrows upon Akejan and Theresia.
Hearing the good news, the villagers beamed with joy. They stopped what they were doing and instinctively turned their gazes toward the little hero who had saved their village.
Chapter 37