
Lucy and Twelve go to free the other children. All the children will live in a place built from the proceeds of selling the inn. As for the cost of living they will be borne by the local village head.
"Then what about all those files? Although it is free, but if the file still exists then our status as slaves will not be lost" Twelve said with worry
Lucy burned all the files in front of her eyes. While Twelve who saw that also smiled with relief.
Sam who witnessed all these events could only freeze. He lowered his head for a while and looked back at them, but Lucy was gone. As Sam was temporarily confused, a voice came from behind saying: "Searching for something? I'm sure I paid for my drink" Lucy said as she stuck a sword over Sam's shoulder
"Waw a good sword" Sam said with an amazed smile
"It would be nice if it was decorated with your blood"
"Believe my blood is not that beautiful."
"There's a last word?" Ask Lucy
"Will you marry me?"
"**** you." Lucy said as she slashed Sam's neck
"STOP!!! Please, don't kill him brother. He's not a bad guy!" Shouted Twelve
"You know him?"
"Yes! He is Sam's brother. He is the one who always feeds us and drinks. When we were beaten, he was the one who treated us. So please don't kill him" Twelve said, pleading
"Explain why should I comply with your request?" Ask Lucy
"I know I'm nobody. But I also know that you only kill the bad ones. And Sam's brother isn't evil, I know you're a good man."
"Good guy? Hmh that's right" Lucy said with a displeased expression
"If blood is returned, you can take my blood!" Twelve said seriously
"Pffft.., you're an interesting girl. All right, I'm not gonna kill him. What can this man do anyway?" Lucy said as she humbled Sam
"I? I can make you fall in love with me." Sam said with conviction
"Perse*an with your stupid love" said Lucy who then disappeared quickly
*Damn it, she's a beautiful angel of death.* Sam said in his heart while poking blood on his neck which was hit by Lucy's sword and then licked it with a smile.
"What are you doing? Why did you let him go?!" Twelve asked in an angry tone
"Well, what do you mean?" Sam asked in astonishment
"Hey, just a minute ago you're praising me now you're even insulting me? "
Twelve just stared at him flatly
"Well, I'll catch up with him. And you go down that aisle and you keep going straight until you get to the end. There's a stilt house, it's my house, you can wait for us there" Sam said
Twelve started walking while glancing back at Sam. Sam begins to search for Lucy
* (Qrrrrrrrrrr) I'm hungry. I forgot I haven't eaten all day* Inner Lucy
"Where is the girl? Huh.huh.., why is he so fast?" Complain Sam
After a long search, Sam decided to return. When he got to his house, he saw a woman sitting on a bridge not far from where he lived. The woman was Lucy who was washing her sword.
Sam approaches her slowly, but Lucy finds out that he has a sword.
"Look at us, like two stars that meet in the night sky, we are like a soul mate who can not even be separated for a moment" said Sam
"It looks like you really want to die" Lucy said
"Owh heihei, relax.I came here just to offer you to stay a while at my house. Twelve asked for it but I don't mind. I'm sure you don't have a place to rest either. Besides it seems that your sword is a bit broken, I know a great sword forger. I'm sure he can fix it for you. We can deliver it tomorrow, tonight you rest first "
Lucy just kept quiet while thinking
*Actually I don't want to linger here. But after all, this sword is the last relic of the master to me. Did I just follow his advice?...*
(Qrrrrrr) Lucy's stomach voice
Sam who heard that let out a small laugh, while Lucy could only fall silent
"Have nothing to think about, follow me. My house is not far from here"
*Can I trust him?* Think Lucy
"Oh come on, my feet are cramped quickly "
After some deliberation, Lucy finally decides to go with him
From a distance Twelve immediately ran to greet them excitedly: "KAKAKK!!! I know you want to stay with us"
"Not for you, for my sword." Lucy said clarifying
"All right, let's go in" said Sam