Chapter 58: Saving a defenseless woman

Strax left the mansion without waiting or speaking to anyone; he didn't need to. His conviction was clear: he controlled his life, not his family. So, he simply walked away without any problems—except for those two idiots who tried to attack him.

"I'll first look for my lovely wife, then find that bastard Carlos and talk to the Assassin Queen. After that, I need to start leveling up again. My strength is almost tripled now because of those extra points, which is good, but I can't rely on that after putting a huge target on my back," he thought as he reached his horse, Apocalypse.

"Hey, girl, sorry for taking so long. I had to deal with some foolish women who don't know their place," he said with a smile, stroking the fur on Apocalypse's neck. The horse neighed softly, as if speaking to Strax.

"Yes, they don't know their place. I should have punished them more," he said and mounted his saddle. "Can you take me to Samira?" he asked, and the horse nodded. "Thank you," he said, and they slowly rode through the city.

Times were tough, and the conversation with Xenovia brought back many memories for Strax, especially that poorly remembered story. He remembered Xenovia's sword, but... he had no idea how she obtained it, and his mind was completely jumbled.

"This system... is doing things it shouldn't do according to its name... I've read many webtoons and novels in my past life where the system did what it was supposed to do. Harem System? Why do you keep pushing me up and giving me things to get stronger? Shouldn't you be helping me get women?

This is confusing," he questioned, returning to the same thought as before. His analyses of the system were vague, his knowledge didn't help him understand better, and it was all fueled by the system itself, which made Strax think about it, offering rewards and levels for understanding it better.

So once again, exploring the system was the obvious thing to do, and Strax didn't want to be controlled by something he didn't know.

"Ah~ There's no point in thinking about this now. There are things to be done that I can't ignore now... the voice... If Xenovia is right, one of the swords has already chosen me. I just need to keep going and survive until I can get close to it.

After that, it will be bound to me forever, unlike those idiotic swords of Virgil and Dominic that have no connection to the spirits," he said, starting to increase his horse's pace...

[Multiple missions are being executed simultaneously. The System will enter Silent Mode to ensure the user does not experience a mental collapse. Just open the system tab to see your missions.]

This message suddenly appeared, and Strax read it and sighed. "You should stop reading my thoughts and acting this way. Damn, it would be so much easier if you were an AI or something that I could talk to."

[Advance the System.]

He read, as if... "Are you kidding me? You turn into an AI? Damn, forget it! If you're annoying just with messages, imagine as an AI!" He ranted... again...

Strax looked at the man on the ground, who was now struggling to get up, and put his hand in front of his face. "If I see you near her again, I won't be so gentle next time," Strax said coldly, and his hand began to turn cryogenic.

"AAAAAA!!" The man screamed as Strax's hand marked his face, freezing it and causing a burn in the shape of his hand. "Next time, it's death," Strax said, as cold as winter, mounting back on Apocalypse. The horse neighed lightly in pleasure, as if approving Strax's action. Well, companions are alike.

The nun was still there, watching him with a look of gratitude. "You... you're not from around here, are you?" Strax gave a small smile, though his eyes remained serious. "I was born in this city, but it seems they don't like me much here, but that doesn't matter. Take care."

She gave a slight bow, her hair shining in the moonlight. "God bless you," she said softly.

He touched the reins and Apocalypse started moving again, leaving the scene. The streets were still busy, and the people around continued to whisper about what they had just witnessed.

But for a second, he questioned something... "Why didn't I use Analyze?" This thought stuck in his mind. This time, however, he at least remembered Analyze, it was as if... he had completely erased the existence of this ability from his mind.

"Not only did I not use Analyze in that situation, but... I haven't used Analyze since I arrived in the Duchy. Not on my father or brothers, not even on Xenovia. I didn't even remember its existence... isn't that too strange?" He questioned himself, but was brought out of his thoughts by Apocalypse neighing for his attention.

He found himself facing the hotel where Samira might be staying, where Apocalypse had led him. Well, he would have to arrive sooner or later.

As he approached the hotel entrance, Strax dismounted from Apocalypse and handed the reins to one of the stable staff nearby. Then, he entered the hotel lobby, or rather, an inn.

The receptionist looked up as Strax approached the counter, her eyes meeting his instantly. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked, her voice professional but friendly.

Strax didn't waste time on formalities. "I'm looking for my wife, Samira Blaze. Is she staying here?"

The receptionist's expression changed to one of recognition. "Ah, yes, Mrs. Blaze. Please follow me." She indicated the stairs, and Strax followed without hesitation.

A few seconds later...

"Strax!" a female voice exclaimed, standing up and running to embrace him. Her arms wrapped around him tightly, as if afraid he might disappear at any moment.