On one side of the road leading to the outskirts of Eiders, a three-story building with a courtyard was rapidly being constructed.
Lagren, who was captured to supervise the construction, was standing under the sun with his arms crossed, feeling the warmth of the sun. Lagren was getting more and more listless, yawning after yawning.
A night owl couldn't get used to the sun.
More so, this night owl hadn't really rested for a few days.
However, Lagren didn't slack off just because of that.
Quite the opposite, he was extremely serious when it came to the things that he should be serious about. He even raised the defense level of some of the buildings on the proposal.
He knew what kind of place this place would be in the future.
A welfare home in name.
Hidden in the dark was the new home for Smith, Saya, and the other girls. Of course, Saya's mother would arrive as soon as she could. Likewise, some homeless children would also appear in this place.
The land for the welfare home was approved by the new mayor, Wier. He didn't use any connections with the Demon Hunter headquarters, but Lagren knew that as long as Smith, the hybrid, was around, the welfare home wouldn't be stable.
Lagren knew what the man was doing every night in the shadows of Eiders, and so did the new mayor, Wier.
Once darkness descended, some people would unknowingly have thoughts that they shouldn't have.
There were monsters.
There were also … humans.
The ratio of the latter would always exceed one's imagination.
Human nature was evil?
No.
It was just magnified by the special environment and mentality.
Were they innocent?
Nope.
With that kind of environment and mentality, no one would be innocent if they were dragged out and shot to death.
But …
Lagren looked at Saya and the other girls.
There was an obvious worry on his face.
He was worried that the girls would be dragged into this mess.
But asking Smith to leave them?
Stop joking. With that thing D gave them, the girls could sleep peacefully, but it wasn't to the point where they could be free from their guardians.
This kind of thing couldn't be forced, it required time and letting nature take its course.
If he forced it, it would only produce the opposite of the desired result.
Likewise, asking the girls to go through training wasn't the real solution either.
Maybe it could remove a temporary worry.
But in the long run, it would only bring harm and no benefit.
The life of a Demon Hunter wasn't a joke.
That was really going to kill people!
Lagren, who had too many similar experiences, realized it was an unsolvable problem.
Sigh.
After a sigh, he turned his eyes to Mier, who was in high spirits in the shadows.
He had recently received D's tutelage.
Without a doubt, this kind of teaching was extremely effective.
At the very least, Mier's ability to hide her tracks was improving at a visible speed.
But to become a real Demon Hunter?
There was still a huge gap.
"If she's properly taught, Mier might become a good …"
"Oh."
"The matters of young people have nothing to do with me."
His rich experience allowed Lagren to notice some obvious changes in Mier, and an old man like him would not want to be a part of it.
But sometimes, things didn't go as one wished.
Lagren didn't want her to get involved, but Mier treated Lagren as her life coach at this stage.
"Can demon hunters get married?"
Mier walked up to Lagren and asked with anticipation in her eyes.
"Demon hunters are not ascetics, why can't they get married?"
"Moreover, you've collected so much information. Don't you know about these things?"
Lagren couldn't help but roll his eyes when he knew what Mier wanted to do.
"The information collected might not be the truth."
"I need to confirm it."
"And …"
"You really don't want to teach Saya and the others more?"
Mier smiled and shifted the topic.
Mier felt pity and pity for Saya and the other six girls.
God knows what the six little girls went through in the Blood Kin's restaurant. If it was possible, she hoped they wouldn't be hurt like this for the rest of their lives.
But living in this world where monsters roamed the dark, how could it be possible?
"I …"
"I don't know."
Lagren wanted to reject out of instinct, but when the words reached his mouth, he couldn't say them out.
He didn't know.
He really didn't know.
He wasn't trying to shirk the responsibility.
Mier shrugged when she saw Lagren's confused look.
From the reserve Demon Hunter's point of view, there was no need to think about such things.
Her longing for becoming a Demon Hunter had weakened all other factors in her mind, including those that might be fatal to her.
Dreams were beautiful, weren't they?
Maybe only when one day she experienced the cruelty of reality would she reflect on whether or not her dreams were beautiful.
Of course, the biggest possibility was to persevere.
It wasn't a beautiful virtue.
She had given so much, it wasn't worth it to give up halfway.
Yes, it wasn't worth it.
The world was interesting because of the unworthy.
Then it became …
Less annoying.
"No one has the right to decide their lives for them. I think you should ask them what kind of life they want," said the energetic reserve demon hunter as she looked at the six little girls who were sitting quietly in the safety zone of the construction site. "No one has the right to decide their lives for them. I think you should ask them what kind of life they want."
"To accept the protection of others, for the rest of their lives.
Or to protect others and live with no regrets. "
Lagren looked at Mier in astonishment.
He never thought Mier, who had always been rash, would say something like this.
"People change … Fine, I admit, in order to convince D, I've read a lot of books but none of them were useful. D said he taught me because he wanted to fulfill his promise."
"But I can't read books for nothing, right?"
"So, I tried my best to tell others the results of my hard work."
The reserve Demon Hunter clenched her fist as she spoke.
Under the reflection of the sun, she looked a little youthful. If she wasn't so direct …
"You should tell Wier what you said."
"He will be glad."
Lagren then walked over to Saya and the other girls.
He snorted at Mier's words.
What do you mean by deciding your own life, no one has the right to change it?
The person who said that was immature. A person was influenced by others all the time from the moment they were born.
First parents, then teachers, friends, lovers, and so on.
The influence was everywhere.
Maybe you didn't notice it.
It's because your character and perspective have been influenced.
Just like Lagren.
He didn't care about Mier's words.
But he still did it.
At least …
It seemed fair.
Looking at Lagren's back, Mier, who thought she had successfully persuaded Lagren, went back to her training mode.
She didn't care about Saya and the other girls' decision.
All of this had been decided when Saya and the other six girls begged her to do it.
The construction site was noisy, busy, and merry.
Kieran stood in the shadows further away, watching everything.
A while later, he quietly said goodbye to the workers.
Say goodbye face to face?
Stop joking, Kieran wasn't used to that kind of scene.
Especially when he was carrying a bag as tall as two people, there were too many explanations.
Might as well not explain.
Kieran grabbed the bag and carried it on his shoulder.
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