As Kyle and Bruce stepped back into the village, the weight of battle still clinging to their clothes and posture, they were met with a surprising sight—smiles.
Warm, genuine smiles from the villagers and servants alike.
Despite the lingering fear, relief had spread through the people like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.
"Thank the stars you're safe!"
One of the older servants exclaimed.
"You saved us, Young Master. We're alive because of you!"
Another added with tearful gratitude.
Even those who had previously been too wary to approach now offered shy bows or hushed words of thanks.
Kyle lifted a hand and gave a calm, composed nod.
"I understand your gratitude. But it's late. Everyone should return to their rooms and rest. There may still be work ahead of us tomorrow."
His voice, gentle yet firm, soothed the crowd.
The villagers and servants began dispersing, bowing one last time before shuffling off under the guard of the Margrave's knights.
