96,

"Don't be afraid~"

"Not Afraid? Husband?!"

Eileen shivered with cold and looked at Mr.Cyclone with a worshipful gaze.

"What's there to be afraid of in death? It's just a shell gone. Ghosts themselves are the power source that has lost their physical form. Without a body to wear, these power sources don't have self-awareness, they are merely remnants of magic left behind in the mortal world."

Not being afraid is normal, because ghosts themselves cannot harm people.

But fear is also normal, as magical beings, once they come into contact with a body, they can be used by the person. When a magician with an overactive imagination encounters a ghost, their own fear unintentionally converts these power sources into substantial harm.

Daniel handed the note to Mr.Cyclone, who glanced at it, confirmed that it was written, and then passed it to Little Dragon.

"What's next?"

Although everything was already written on the note, Mr.Cyclone knew that he wasn't proficient in reading, which Daniel had long been aware of. The note was just a reminder for him.

"Although Arlen City is wealthy, businessmen who possess abundant resources cannot afford not to do business. This old rich man is one of them."

"Is this... an address?"

Little Dragon looked at the note and said.

"Yes, five years ago, her daughter died there. It's said that she went there alone, not taken by someone."

"Where is there?"

"A brothel."

"Oh, I see. I'm starting to understand why you came to me."

"Okay! Let me know if you find anything, and depending on the situation, I'll report it to that old rich man."

"Understood."

Having said what needed to be said, Daniel stood up.

"Is there any more work?"

With an evil smile, Mr.Cyclone asked.

"Well~ Nobody is as idle as you, free all day long."

"Hehehe~"

"I'll be off then. Let me know if there's any news."

Leaving the desk lamp behind, Daniel left.

There was still some time before evening, so Mr.Cyclone and his two wives told dirty jokes in the backyard before it was time for dinner.

After dinner, it was the daily nerve-wracking sword training.

But perhaps having heard some ghost stories earlier in the afternoon, Eileen was more affectionate than usual in the evening.

Finally, the day passed.

When he woke up in the morning, Eileen still clung tightly to Mr.Cyclone's hand and refused to let go.

Mr.Cyclone, who woke up early in the morning, admired his achievements from the previous night and changed his clothes.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he saw Joshua, who was already at work, and suddenly remembered something.

"...Ah! Right! No need for the morning meeting!!"

Of course, Joshua didn't know the reason behind Mr.Cyclone's foolishness.

"Sir? Is there something wrong?"

"No... nothing."

Because he was accustomed to waking up early, Mr.Cyclone would get up this early, even if he had been a farmer in the past, he wouldn't necessarily have gotten up this early.

"...Well, since I'm already up, let's go outside for a walk~"

Joshua followed Mr.Cyclone to the kitchen as usual.

"Oh, today we have cheese bread~"

Unlike most masters, Mr.Cyclone didn't eat any particularly luxurious breakfast. But for the sake of his master's well-being, Joshua still prepared plenty of food. For example, the cheese bread that Mr.Cyclone held in his hand actually contained a variety of ingredients inside.

Of course, Mr.Cyclone wouldn't know.

"Take it easy, sir."

Leaving Joshua behind, Mr.Cyclone set off towards the streets of Arlen City.

"Speaking of which, it's my first time going out like this~"

He was brought here in a coma by Sonja at first, and two days later was sent to Sunset City, then immediately traveled to the City of Dusk after the mission in Sunset City was over.

Even though he had come back, his days were filled with either early morning meetings or playing with his two wives. Looking at it this way, his life could be considered very busy.

Walking slowly on the street like this was a first for him.

However, luck was on his side.

The name of the hero who had killed the Prime Minister and become a national hero, Allen, had already been ingrained in the hearts of the people.

Wherever Mr. Cyclone went, he received warm welcomes and expressions of gratitude.

Yes, gifts kept coming. Mr. Cyclone would say that there was no need repeatedly, but he still accepted the gifts himself.

In the blink of an eye, he had already accumulated a small mountain of gifts.

"Oh no... I accidentally received too many... How am I supposed to take them all back now..."

Mr. Cyclone felt no sense of guilt for his greed, only regret that he had not brought a carriage with him.

At that moment, a savior appeared.

"Oh, John!"

"Yes, sir?"

Holding some ingredients, it seemed John had come out to procure daily necessities for the mansion.

"John... what are these for?"

"They're gifts, sir. You came at the perfect time, John. Come! Help me find a carriage to transport all of these back."

"Yes, sir."

John was Joshua's older brother and one of Mr. Cyclone's servants.

Leaning towards the stack of gifts that resembled a mountain, Mr. Cyclone waited for John to go find a carriage.

"In these days without early morning meetings, I might as well come out more often. Hehehe."

"Who would have thought that Allen, the hero of Eren, would enjoy receiving gifts from commoners. The world has changed, hasn't it?"

Suddenly, the voice of a little girl came from above the stack of gifts.

Mr. Cyclone turned around and looked up, only to find a little girl whom he had never seen before sitting there.