Then, tilting her head and resting it on her arm, a mischievous smile in her eyes, she whispered,

"By the way, I'd also like to talk to you for a bit."

Angus was no match for such an offensive, even though he was a knight and usually stern-faced.

But he felt he could never resist his wife's tenderness.

Therefore, he coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment and the involuntary smile on his lips.

He then straightened his posture slightly and said in a serious and formal manner:

"Now is a crucial time to get on our journey, and I can't keep my attention on you all the time."

After saying that, he looked into his wife's beautiful, gentle eyes, which revealed a clear expectation.

Angus opened his mouth, about to utter a word of refusal, but then changed his wording.

"However, I can tell you our current location and approximately how long it will take to reach our destination."

"Hmm... By the way, if you'd like, I can tell you how many barbarians we've encountered along the way."

And so, Angus maintained a speed parallel to the carriage.

He recounted in detail to his wife the various situations they had encountered along the way.

Although the stories were mostly mundane, his wife listened with great interest.

She pressed her face against the window, the sound of her husband's voice ringing in her ears.

The tenderness in her eyes reflected the image of the other person.

...

Finally, after a difficult journey of more than twenty days, Angus and his group arrived at their destination.

A desolate and barren snowfield unfolds before you.

Although the place is bitterly cold, as far as the eye can see, there are still a few scattered houses where people live.

Although the layout is sparse, it at least has the feel of everyday life.

If they ventured any deeper, the knights might face unknown dangers, especially given the large population and lack of protection in the area.

Therefore, Angus decided to set up camp here and begin building city walls and fortresses to prepare for the invasion of barbarians.

Fearing for the safety of other inhabitants of the North, he ordered a large number of knights to deliver the message.

In this way, more residents from outside the area will be able to come to their base sooner after hearing the news.

He himself remained there, working with the other knights to build basic defenses in this frigid environment.

Incidentally, it also allows him to protect the local residents, as well as his wife and children, at any time.

Time flies, and before we know it,

The basic city built by the knights of the northern frontier has been completed.

Although it's called a city, it's more like a tribal village.

Around the village, crisscrossing sharp wooden fences formed a preliminary defensive wall.

This wall makes it look as if it's enclosing the residents inside.

Despite this, it seems to have many advantages at present.

With the protection of numerous knights, the barbarians could no longer invade this place, let alone plunder its food.

Therefore, they developed a deep resentment towards Angus.

Just like the story I told before, tragedy ensued.

On a snowy, bone-chilling night,

The newly built Delin residence was neither large nor luxurious.

In many places, dried animal hides were even used as decorations.

But the fireplace in the mansion burned brightly and actively, bringing a touch of warmth to the winter night.

The warm red light illuminated the entire hall, reflecting the relaxation and comfort of Angus's family.

But just as Angus was enjoying a moment of peace, savoring the long-awaited dinner with his family,

However, his rare peaceful night was shattered when his subordinate knights discovered a barbarian stronghold hidden in the north.

He brought a large number of knights with him, with the sole purpose of completely eliminating the barbarians.

What was left for his wife were several knights to protect her, and a kiss.

A crisis ensued.

Shortly after Angus and the knights left,

A large number of barbarians took advantage of the snowstorm to launch a surprise attack on this poorly defended stronghold.

They were like wolves among sheep; once inside, they began to burn, kill, and plunder wantonly.

Wherever they went, they were tyrannical and unstoppable.

Once they encounter humans, they relentlessly hunt them down until they are completely wiped out.

Similarly, even Count Angus's mansion was a target for the barbarians.

To be precise, that should have been the most important target for those barbarians.

That night, Angus's wife, who was eating dinner alone, suddenly saw flames shooting into the sky outside the mansion.

She heard the roars of countless barbarians and the mournful cries of countless people all around her.

The intense firelight illuminated the night as red as day, and the light streamed through the windows into the room, illuminating the Angus family members hiding inside.

Realizing the danger, the wife hugged her son, and in the emergency, they could only hide under the table.

She held a weapon in her right hand and covered her youngest son's mouth with her left, barely daring to breathe, only able to clearly feel her heart pounding wildly.

But it seems that what you fear will attract what you fear.

Squeak—

In an instant, the door was pushed open, accompanied by a slow, aged sound.

But to Antis's wife, the voice sounded terrifying.

The wind and snow rushed into the restaurant, making the tablecloths flutter wildly.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

With heavy steps, I trudged across the wooden floor, each step causing the floor to vibrate and the plates to crackle.

Angus's wife hugged her only son tightly, gritting her teeth, her right hand gripping the long knife tighter and tighter, as if she were about to fight to the death.

Even knowing she might die, she still protected her child with all her might.

It's just a pity, Gwen.

It seems that Mom won't be able to live to see you born.

But soon, the sound of huge footsteps grew closer and closer.

Finally, a pair of burly clothes reached the bottom of the table.

What Angus's wife saw was not the familiar, ferocious appearance of the barbarians, nor the stench of decay that assaulted her eyes.

Instead, it is a body that looks much larger.

But before she could react, and before she knew what kind of creature had entered,

A polite, yet somewhat childish voice suddenly rang out.

"Hello, madam."

Following the sound, she couldn't help but look up.

Standing before her was a little boy who looked no older than her child.

He was casting a spell, floating in the air.

With his hands in his pockets, he floated in front of the giant.

Even seeing the surprise on her face, he remained completely unconcerned and spoke calmly:

"Do you need my help?"