CHAPTER 70: BOW

Zephyr nodded nonchalantly and continued walking.

"Did I say you can leave?" One of the mages who blocked him asked.

"Do I need your permission?"

"You have to provide us with a report of the incident."

"To you or the tower?"

His question made the two mages pause.

"To the tower." They replied, gritting their teeth.

"I am not running away. I will be at home, resting. You can come and see me there." Zephyr added, walked a few more meters, and picked up Gale’s sword on the ground before moving towards the bridge.

A few seconds later, he disappeared from their view.

Meanwhile, thunderous explosions began to fill the sky to the east. The battle between Godspawn and Corvinus seems to be reaching its peak.

Zephyr was not interested in the battle. The bullies, for some reason, let him leave after Aurelia appeared. So, he was going to do just that.

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The godspawn was not a simple foe. The fierce battle between Corvinus and it lasted for almost an hour.

In the end, Corvinus won after incinerating it to oblivion just like Zephyr suggested. Then, he and Zolt returned to the temple grounds to excavate and explore what remained of it. All mages worked together on it, and that took a day to complete.

The next morning, Zephyr woke with an aching body. He shook his head and sat up on the bed.

The pain was coming from not just his muscles, but also his bones and tendons were aching. A day of sleep was not enough to recover from the abuse he put it through.

"Sigh."

With slow, deliberate movement, he stood up.

"I am alive and still in this world. So, it was not a dream...nor a nightmare."

He commented, chuckling.

"Well, I knew that already."

"Ha ha ha..."

He walked nonchalantly after laughing for a while. His destination was the kitchen on the far side of the house.

"Some crab meat instead of bread would have been better. Breakfast needs protein. A tired body like mine needs more protein."

He went to the kitchen and drank some water before opening the cupboard that held the bread.

Instantly, the smell of mold assaulted his nose. The musty odor was coming from inside the cupboard. Because of the storm season, the humidity in the air was almost palpable. And this seemed to have caused the bread inside to go bad.

"Sigh."

He exhaled and took a deep breath.

"It would have been great if I had one of those ring artifacts that could store items."

He muttered and decided to leave his house.

No one was going to give him anything to eat. He would have to go out and get it. That is the life of a person living alone.

Going back to his room, Zephyr picked a new grey robe and put it over his shoulder. This one had the same washed-out color as the one he used, but was a lot cleaner.

Wearing it, he walked out of his house.

Instantly, the cold morning wind struck his face.

Fortunately, there was no rain despite the rain clouds hovering above.

’The storm seemed to have taken a back seat today. That’s the second-best thing that happened.’

Of course, the first best thing was the fact that he was alive. After all, he couldn’t take that for granted in this world.

With these thoughts flowing through his mind, he turned to look at the garden before his house and paused. Then he frowned.

A couple of meters away, he could see a group of people standing silently. Each of them was carrying some kind of baskets made out of carved wood and plant fiber.

The moment he saw them, a frown crept onto Zephyr’s face.

The people standing there were the same villagers who once wanted him dead. He could remember some of their faces since they were in the front when they rushed to kill him in the lighthouse.

Seeing Zephyr walk out of the house, they hurriedly came forward and stood in front of him. Then, together they knelt, avoiding his eyes.

"Sorry, Sir Zephyr," they spoke simultaneously. "We misunderstood you. We would like to apologise for what we did."

Kneeling on the ground, they bowed until their heads touched the ground. To show their sincerity, they bowed like that without lifting their heads.

Zephyr widened his eyes.

They were waiting for him to say something. It looked as if they would bow for an eternity if he didn’t stop them.

"..."

Zephyr smirked.

Then, without missing a beat, he took a step forward. Thereafter, one step became two, then three... Finally, he passed them without even pausing to reply.

If they can apologise, he could also reject their apology.

Sensing Zephyr walk away, the men, bowing, lifted their heads quickly and stood up.

"Sir Zephyr." They called out in panic.

However, Zephyr continued to walk without a change in his expression. He treated them like air.

A silent chill crawled up the villagers’ spines. They rushed to apologise, knowing Zephyr was alive. They feared retaliation and were apologizing to save themselves. The guilt they felt was minuscule compared to the fear of reprisal.

Watching Zephyr leave, they clutched the basket they had in their hands tightly. Within it were some food and gifts they brought. Zephyr didn’t allow them to hand it to him.

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’Apology, my foot.’ Zephyr shook his head in anger.

Despite them calling him ’Sir Zephyr’ respectfully, he could feel a hint of unwillingness. He knew they didn’t truly mean it. And even if they were sincere, he wouldn’t accept their apology.

They truly wished for him to die at that moment. So, why should he accept their apology?

"They can suck a goblin’s D for all I care." He said, moving towards the beach.

He planned to catch some fish or crab to eat rather than going to the village to buy something. With lightning magic, he could fish like an eel and doesn’t need to depend on anyone else for food.