That day, Talulah gently took me into her arms, pleading with me to stop and go home.
"But Talulah, I don't understand. What's so wrong with making the whole world fear us..."
I looked back at the last city of Ursus. If I took just one more step, the iron hooves following me would raze it to the ground.
But her waist-length hair and the sorrowful tears in her eyes seemed to forbid me from doing it.
My longsword hit the ground. As if resigned to my fate, I smiled gently and held her close, making her the answer to my life's journey.
"Young man, you're drunk, aren't you? That's quite a tall tale. You dominated an entire era? I once punched the holy steed of Saint Petersburg, Ursus, into smithereens."
Everyone took it as a joke, and the cups kept clinking.
And in the distance, I saw my wife coming to find me.
The child beside her, who looked uncannily like me, clung to her leg and waved at me with a blink.
"Excuse me. My wife and kid are calling me home for dinner."
With a smile, I set the money for the drinks on the table, then walked toward her without hesitation, just as I had all those years ago.
Is he still alive?
It's amazing how quickly Talulah has come to the island.
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