Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 528.2: There’s Just No Way She Would Want to Have Babies (2)

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A few days later, Roel laid his eyes on the nostalgic sights in the Ascarts’ manor before sitting down on a sofa to soothe his exhaustion. Alicia settled down beside him and slowly sipped on a warm cup of tea.

Celebrations broke out in Ascart City following their return.

News about Roel defeating one of the Six Calamities had started spreading to the nearby countries. In particular, the rate of propagation was exceptionally fast in the Ascart Fiefdom, to the point where it was already known by every household by now.

While the Six Calamities were threats beyond what ordinary civilians could fathom, Shrouding Fog’s devouring of Tark Stronghold had inflicted mental trauma on the Theocracy’s civilians. Over the past year, those ancient monsters had become entities that evoked terror by their mere mention.

Yet, during this climate of fear, the people of the Ascart Fiefdom learned that their proxy fief lord had defeated one of those terrifying ancient monsters. This reassuring news comforted their uneasy hearts and greatly galvanized them.

As soon as Roel’s convoy entered the city gates, the city streets that had fallen quiet after the onset of winter swiftly filled up with huge crowds, looking almost like sardines packed in a can. The people welcomed their hero’s return with the loudest applause they could offer, bringing about a festive atmosphere even before New Year’s Day.

Even after they had entered the Ascarts’ manor, the buzz on the street could still be heard.

This was incredible considering how the Ascarts’ manor covered a huge swathe of land, and the main building was built a fair distance away from the closest street. Not even the bustle of New Year’s Day had been able to reach this place.

The excitement was palpable inside the Ascarts’ manor too, with Anna and the other maids walking around with beaming smiles. They, too, were delighted by their young master’s return.

“Young master, shall I turn on the noise filter?”

“No, it’s fine. It’s nice to soak in the bustle every now and then.”

Infected by the atmos

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