Because the golem that came with them was too large, Rayven returned to the city alone to inform Mr. Anderson about this and request assistance in setting up a temporary camp while they gather more information about the golem. It was impossible for the golem to reveal itself in the city.

Not only would it cause a disturbance, but the golem referring to Celine as Your Majesty could create a major problem. No one should consider themselves as Your Majesty except for the king and queen themselves.

However, now various questions arise, leaving them wondering,

Could it be possible that...

It didn't take long for Mr. Anderson to order his soldiers to build a temporary camp in the middle of the forest. It was done discreetly, after hearing Rayven's explanation that initially made the knight afraid of his master's reaction.

However, Mr. Anderson himself had sensed something strange within the palace, as if something bad was happening there, so Rayven's words seemed plausible.

Therefore, when the sun had set and there was little activity in the city, Mr. Anderson ordered the soldiers to quickly gather supplies and the necessary materials and tools, led by Rayven.

Meanwhile, Rio had exerted all his energy to treat the father of the two young goblins, trying to pull him away from the brink of death, which seemed almost impossible. Fortunately, the father's soul still resided within his body and could be saved. Just a minute later, the two young goblins would have lost their father forever.

The goblin expressed gratitude and apologized for his actions that had provoked the young man. He had mistaken Zent's intentions as hostile when he attacked them initially, but now he realized that he had misunderstood.

He found the traumatized young man sitting under a tree, hunched over and staring at his trembling hands.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He sat down beside him, observing his hands. "I guess not. I'm sorry, I'm not the best person to talk about these things, but I want to apologize to you."

I was wrong to judge, thinking that you intended to harm the lives of my two children. That's why I fought as if it were a matter of life and death, because their lives cannot replace my old one," he explained softly while watching the two little goblins playing in the distance, a wide smile adorning their faces.

"It seems like what happened today has shaken you deeply.

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I understand that feeling when you take someone's life for the first time. When, if you can't control yourself, darkness takes over.

But the fact that you feel so guilty to the point of thinking you don't deserve to live proves that you are a good person, someone with a pure heart full of love and compassion. Don't let yourself hate and abandon everything in order to fill the void of guilt that will always gnaw at you from within unless you forgive yourself.

I'm fine, young one, and I will continue to be so in order to witness their growth, to see them finally find happiness in their own lives.

I may not be your biological father, but I'm certain your birth father would say the same thing to someone as brave and resilient as you.

Forgive yourself and keep fighting, use every mistake as a lesson, and always remember who you were when you first started your journey so that when you reach the top, you won't lose your true self."

The goblin placed a hand on Zent's shoulder, squeezing it like a father giving encouragement to his young son, then stood up. "Oh, I almost forgot. You're the strongest person I've ever faced. Be proud of that," he said.

He continued walking towards his two children, who soon realized their father's presence and demonstrated their fighting skills, fueled by the inspiration they gained from witnessing their father's battles to protect them.

Celine observed Zent, who remained seated under the tree, and decided to approach him. She knelt in front of him and discovered that the man who always appeared happy with a warm smile was now shedding tears, biting his lip to hold back his sobs and prevent his mask from slipping.

But it was all in vain.

As Celine pulled him closer, offering her shoulder as a place for him to lean on while embracing him tenderly, the mask that had been worn for so long finally shattered. It revealed a man who had been trying to contain every ounce of pain and sadness within his heart, striving to appear strong as a man should.

Uncontrollably, tears streamed down Zent's face, releasing all that he had held back, burying deep within himself, like a waterfall bursting forth, breaking through the shattered dam.

When Zent returned the embrace tightly, almost suffocatingly, Celine gently stroked his head, soothing the man who was pouring out his burdens.

It was so heavy, much heavier than anything Celine had ever felt before.

He didn't know how Zent, someone without abilities like theirs, unable to use magic, just an ordinary human, could bear a burden that even seemed too heavy for a Tier 6 knight to carry alone.

Though Celine didn't know what Zent had experienced to feel like this, at the very least, she wanted to be a place for him to lean on. Because she knew what it felt like when you needed a place to pour out your heart but had no one. Standing alone against the world.

Rio, hearing the cries, held her chest tightly, feeling as if it were being sliced, unable to bear the pain in Zent's sobs. Tears began to stream down her face, tears she didn't expect to shed, especially for someone they had just met, to the point that neither realized, Rayven and the soldiers had arrived.

But they remained silent, not wanting to disturb the moment.

As warriors, trained to be ready for battle, they knew that someday they would have to leave their families and loved ones behind. And what they heard in Zent's sobs was the cry of someone who had lost everything.

Suddenly, at that moment, the soldiers knelt down, paying their respects because even though they didn't know Zent well, they had witnessed firsthand the difference he brought into the mansion.

Seeing the young lady smile again, they felt a sense of respect towards Zent, and he was truly deserving of that respect.