98,

One left, now two more are coming.

With great reluctance, Mr.Cyclone pretended to ignore everything and continued walking forward.

"Mister!"

They called him "mister" without even knowing him, but it didn't matter. Mr.Cyclone had no intention to show any reaction.

A little boy ran excitedly towards Mr.Cyclone, dragging a little girl beside him.

Both of them were dressed plainly and did not seem to come from a noble family. They were only about half the height of Mr.Cyclone, probably around the ages of thirteen to fifteen, just entering adolescence.

The little girl seemed expressionless, while the little boy happily spoke to Mr.Cyclone.

"Wow, the real, the true 'Hero of Arlen'!"

Tears welled up in his eyes from the overwhelming emotion of finally meeting the hero he admired.

But Mr.Cyclone paid no attention. The anger from earlier had not subsided, and he had no intention of engaging with the children.

He continued on, glancing at the scenery on the left and the passing people on the right.

Ignoring everything, he kept moving forward.

The little boy was momentarily confused by Mr.Cyclone's indifference. But in the next second, he caught up and stood in front of Mr.Cyclone.

"Um, excuse me, are you the Hero of Arlen, Mr.Cyclone?"

"No, you've mistaken me for someone else."

After saying that, Mr.Cyclone continued on his way.

The little boy was deceived by Mr.Cyclone and stood there, unsure of what to do.

However, just as Mr.Cyclone was feeling self-satisfied with his excellent performance after taking a few more steps, a familiar voice came from the other side.

"Mr.Cyclone, what a coincidence!"

Sonja, the leader of the Wind Knights and Mr.Cyclone's future wife, appeared as if by fate.

She was a golden-haired beauty in casual clothes, with an ample bosom that couldn't be hidden even by her dress. This was Mr.Cyclone's type.

With Eileen's hair color and Little Dragon's figure, it seemed that the perverse princess also had similar attributes.

Usually, Sonja would not take the initiative to address Mr.Cyclone. It was always Mr.Cyclone who approached her teasingly.

But since that incident with Yuna, Sonja had become more candid.

As a noblewoman, she had a pure and noble view of love, and she resisted the idea of being the third wife for someone who already had two wives.

Unfortunately, Mr.Cyclone had already figured out the truth. Sonja's strength and nobility made it difficult for her to find a boyfriend. Many noble sons approached her with a high-minded attitude.

As the only one who saw Sonja as a cute girl, Mr.Cyclone became someone special in her heart. When Mr.Cyclone initially jokingly called her his wife, it unexpectedly opened up Sonja's inner girlishness.

Knowing this, whenever Mr.Cyclone had the chance to be alone with Sonja after returning from the City of Dusk, he would take the initiative to call her his wife and playfully train their relationship.

Last time, they even reached the point where Mr.Cyclone would hold Sonja's hand, and she wouldn't pull away.

Seeing Sonja calling himself Mr.Cyclone, the two children ran up again.

"Isn't this Lady Sonja? And, then you must be..."

Even though they were recently fooled, children were children after all. It seemed like they had forgotten about it and were happy to have finally found the person they were looking for.

Damn... it always ends up getting complicated...

"Who are you two?"

Sonja didn't know about Mr.Cyclone's situation, she just happened to run into him and greeted him.

Mr.Cyclone understood this and had no choice but to accept his fate.

"I don't know, but it seems I've been found out... Yes, I am the Hero of Arlen."

With extreme reluctance, setting aside the fact that the person was a male and had no gifts, and that he unilaterally called himself his master, it seemed like trouble.

Take another look at the little girl who has been following him. She is a young girl, and Mr. Cyclone has absolutely no interest in her. As Mr. Cyclone looks at the little girl, he notices that she is staring at Sonja's busty chest and then at her own. You see, whether it's a man or a woman, big breasts are the way to go! They are justice! So, you just keep staring at my wife's chest, Mr. Cyclone thinks to himself.

While silently mocking the little girl's behavior, the little boy continues speaking. "My name is Mr. Summer, and she is my sister - Miss Autumn, Master!"

"Oh, so you're Mr. Cyclone's apprentice?"

"No, I never agreed to that!"

Just as Mr. Cyclone clearly expresses his thoughts, another unfamiliar character appears. This person is an elf, with long pointy ears, the same height as Sonja, and the same golden hair and large breasts. This elf, who has been silent all this time, stands next to Sonja and looks at herself.