“You did nothing wrong; you simply acted correctly as a member of the Gretel family in the kingdom.”
“Kreh, you don’t need to feel ashamed. Even if the Kingdom of Geolar orchestrated this war, it’s a fact that the demons attacked. If you hadn’t stood up to fight, many innocent people would have been killed. Your fight was not meaningless.”
Kyal comforted her softly, gently stroking the hair behind Kreeher's head.
"Really?...Kayal..."
Kresh raised her head, and the color gradually returned to her moist and swollen eyes.
“Kreh, your sword can still be wielded for justice, but not for the false justice of the Kingdom of Geolar. I believe you can wield your sword for the justice in your own heart.”
Kyal looked down at her.
"The justice in my heart..."
Kreeher muttered to herself, but the light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"There has never been absolute justice or absolute evil in this world. This world is complex, and so are we humans."
Kyal instinctively started to engage in banter, and although there might be some truth to it, he continued:
"If you protect the sheep from wolves, the wolves will starve to death; if you let the sheep be attacked by wolves, the sheep will be killed. Justice is never absolute, so we can only rely on the justice in our hearts to judge these matters. It is up to you to decide whether you should protect the sheep or not."
"Just do what you think is right, Kreeher."
"My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and all my deeds are righteous."
"Um!"
Kresh nodded firmly, all traces of confusion vanishing.
"Kayal, thank you for your guidance."
After thanking her, Kresh showed a clear look of guilt.
"Kayal not only didn't blame me for not trusting you, but he also kept comforting and encouraging me... I really feel guilty. I didn't hold back at all during the battle... I'm really... so sorry..."
"So, I want to atone for my sins... Kyal, please punish me... or let me do anything for you... otherwise I can't forgive myself..."
Kyal shook his head helplessly and said:
"I won't punish you, nor will I make you do anything. All you have to do is keep my secret."
Kreeher's expression grew increasingly dejected. She was uneasy. Why wasn't Kyal punishing her? Had he not forgiven her yet? Why wouldn't he let her do things for him? Did he think she was too weak? Hadn't she already promised to keep the secret?
Kreeher bit her lower lip and asked in a trembling voice:
"Kayal...does he think I'm too weak?"
"That's not true."
"Don't try to comfort me anymore... I know, Kyal is a hero... There's no level cap. No matter how strong I get, I'll eventually reach the level cap. Once Kyal surpasses me... I won't be able to help you anymore. I'll just be able to look up at your back from behind..."
Kresh's eyes welled up with tears again, and she was on the verge of crying once more.
Kyal didn't know how to appease him. It was indeed the truth. The level cap was such an unreasonable thing. No matter how talented you were, if your level cap was low, you were destined to be a weakling.
Kreeher's talent is comparable to that of a hero, and her level cap is indeed not low compared to others. The level cap of ordinary adventurers is basically 20 to 30, but Kreeher's level cap is 51, which has surpassed most people.
However, compared to heroes with an unlimited level cap, this is far from enough...
“I don’t want this… I don’t want to just watch from behind and be unable to help… I want to help Kyal and fight alongside you…”
Kreh grabbed Kyal's arm tightly, looked up at him, and stared at him with unwavering determination in her moist, bluish-green eyes.
"So... Kyal, please help me raise my level cap."
"You...sigh..."
Kayal sighed, pried Krech's hand off his arm, and turned to walk toward the workbench.
Kreh stared blankly at Kyal's retreating figure.
"If that's the only reason, then I refuse."
Kyal turned around and said coldly, his face expressionless.
"Why... can those maids do things... but I can't? Do you hate me, Kyal?"
Kreeher bit her lower lip hard, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. She had already seen Kyal's memories before the world restarted, and she assumed that the incident of being forcibly given a higher level cap by the maid in the palace after the restart was still the same.
No, quite the opposite.
Kyal shook his head, looking seriously at Kreeher, who was sitting on the bed with a face full of resentment.
"I have absolutely no interest in women who are only trying to take advantage of me. My presence in the palace is merely a facade to avoid being exposed and to learn from their experiences."
“But you are different. You are special. I don’t dislike you. On the contrary, I have some feelings for you. But I can’t bring myself to have a relationship with you and take away your purity just to raise your level cap.”
"That's enough for now. It's getting late. Kreshman, you should go to sleep. I still have work to do."
Kyal turned and walked to the workbench, sat down and stretched his stiff neck, then began to pick up and assemble the gun parts one by one.
Kreeher stared at Kyal's retreating figure, her blue eyes filled with complex emotions. Kyal's words from earlier were still echoing in her mind.
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