The camp was hastily finished in the morning.
After Shami returned to his house, he locked the door from the inside and paced anxiously around the room.
Why does that white-haired woman speak so ruthlessly, saying things like she wants to personally kill the Demon Lord and expel every demon from the continent? It sounds like something that would cost someone their head!
He shouldn’t have offended her earlier, right? Probably not, but he has forgotten most of his memories from a year and a half ago.
Speaking of which, it’s completely unexpected that she is an even stronger swordsman than Cash!
A master swordsman at that level probably hasn’t trained any weird skills that would automatically sense nearby anomalies, right?
A series of questions swirled in Shami’s mind, making him forget that he still had a task to inspect the Slime today, and even consider grabbing a bucket and running away.
But thinking it over, he realized it’s not a desperate situation yet.
Locking himself in the room, he paced back and forth until evening, and Shami’s agitated mind gradually calmed down.
Having just dealt with the Exiled Swordsman event, he hadn’t had a chance to settle down before a more formidable White-haired Swordsman appeared. Things were getting increasingly complicated.
But the situation wasn’t irredeemable.
Once he calmed down and carefully planned the potential challenges he might face, he was confident he could keep his identity hidden.
Relocating to another place is quite a challenge for him. As a mere level-6 Demon Lord, Yili Village, this Newbie Village, is the best hiding spot right now. He doesn’t want to leave this village, where he’s familiar with everything around, unless absolutely necessary.
Even though the White-haired Swordsman is a level-72 sword master, she has quite a few questionable points.
For instance, she seems completely unaware of the absurd damage she caused to the Demon Lord?
It can therefore be inferred that she might not be fully aware of her abilities?
Moreover, judging by her initial act of pressing a water ball onto him upon meeting, her relationship with him is actually pretty good?
Most importantly, the demon’s identity is extremely concealed. As of now, the White-haired Swordsman doesn’t know his identity; in her mind, he’s just an ordinary villager.
As long as he hides his identity well, keeps a low profile, and finds the right opportunity to trick the White-haired Swordsman into leaving, he should be able to get through this incident.
If it really doesn’t work out, he’ll leave at that time.
Shami’s brain swiftly sorted through his messy thoughts, stopping his anxious pacing as his mind became clearer.
For now, he should maintain regular village activities and reduce contact with the White-haired Swordsman.
Ah, yes, that’s right, it’s like that.
Today’s task for villagers is weeding.
Shami took out his packed luggage from the Demon King Ring, rearranged it in the room, grabbed a shovel, opened the door, and prepared to start working.
The White-haired Swordsman standing at his door stumbled, trying hard to retract the upper body she had leaned forward to eavesdrop.
"... What are you doing?"
"Cough cough, uh, it’s been a long time since I came back to the village... I’ve been reminiscing whether this is your home... I was just looking to see if the scratch I accidentally made with my nail two years ago is still on the door..."
The White-haired Swordsman’s right hand covered her mouth as she lightly coughed, then spoke solemnly.
"So why don’t you give me some landmarks!"
Shami took two steps back.
"What do you want from me?"
Lina slightly opened her mouth, stammering, hesitated to speak, and finally glanced at Shami.
"Shami, it’s been a long time since we’ve met... Have you been well during this time...?"
"It’s been okay," Shami thought over it.
A month ago, everything was quite normal. Now, after getting used to being both a villager and a Demon Lord, it’s going alright.
"That’s wonderful... After returning to the room, I couldn’t sleep, my heart feeling more and more congested... I just wanted to find someone to chat with..."
Lina’s voice grew quieter.
"Gurgle gurgle gurgle"
The White-haired Swordsman glanced elsewhere, awkwardly touching her stomach.
"Lina, long time no see! You finally came back?"
The pub owner warmly greeted Lina, and the villagers drinking at the bar also greeted her enthusiastically, which made Lina respond somewhat bashfully to their warm greetings.
Shami glanced around the people in puzzlement.
No one commented on the White-haired Swordsman’s huge changes?
Forget it, he’s tired today, so he won’t bring it up.
The two sat down at a round table in the corner, ordered a table full of dishes, and Lina started devouring meat.
Even though she already ate a lot at noon, her stomach was hungry again.
She probably hadn’t eaten much the entire month and had starved herself.
"Shami, thank you... I’ll keep track of the money and repay you slowly in the future..."
Shami propped one hand against his cheek, waving the other.
"Calculate the interest too."
"Yes, yes. If it really doesn’t work out, you can let me compensate in other ways..."
Shami quietly watched the White-haired Swordsman in front of him, realizing after a brief interaction that her attitude towards him was quite friendly.
The perfect chance to clear up some doubts, like her abilities or why she suddenly decided to go on an adventure.
"By the way, why did you leave the village without a word at the time..."
Leaning back in his chair, Shami asked.
Lina, who was eating, suddenly paused, swallowing the food in her mouth, her indigo-blue eyes staring blankly at Shami.
"Shami, have you forgotten our agreement..."
"It’s such an important agreement..."
"I relied on the belief formed by this agreement to strive and survive all along..."
The White-haired Swordsman suddenly looked like she was about to cry. The two of them had already drawn the pub’s crowd’s attention, and now many passing villagers were looking over.
Shami waved his hand repeatedly, reluctant to follow this topic through.
"Of course I remember... I just worried about you..."
"Don’t worry, I’ll definitely abide by this agreement." Lina said, pausing for a moment, seeming a bit pleading, "I hope, after killing the Demon Lord, Shami can honor this agreement..."
So what the heck is this agreement! Why does it keep getting mentioned! White-haired girl, you must be a puzzling person! If you kill the Demon Lord, I will be done for!
Shami clenched his fist under the table.
"What are your plans for the future?"
"Well... I’ll stay in the village first... While the Demon Lord hasn’t shown up, I want to seriously improve my swordsmanship... This time, I won’t fail again!" Lina said earnestly.
"Let me tell you, Shami, this time on my adventure, I met a great teacher who led me onto the path of swordsman. I am now a level-72 swordsman, even though I only know a few sword styles..."
"But my teacher is a super powerful queen swordswoman, whom I met on my journey to defeat the Demon Lord... She took care of me a lot on the way... Although the journey was quite tough... Even bathing was a problem..."
Lina candidly shared her thoughts in front of Shami, occasionally showing either bitter or reminiscent smiles. The pub noises seemed to fade under her clear voice, with the entire pub lights dimming, leaving only a spotlight-like brightness over her, with silver-white hair flowing like tasseled beads behind her waist, her smile brighter than snow, her eyes tender, and on the table in front of her a half-drunk juice and half-eaten meat steak, a vase with a little flower inserted, with everything around seemingly woven into her exclusive memories.
Shami propped his cheeks, quietly watching the White-haired girl, as his eyes rolled meaninglessly and looked at the clock behind her.
The pub was about to close, so even if she still wanted to eat, he had reason not to order any more dishes.