The husband

Ao3 translated story

The retired mercenary set up a suburban hut, surrounded by blooming sunflowers.
His gentle and beautiful wife and their lovely little daughter live in a cozy home.
The girl's appearance is innocent and sweet, and she looks like her mother even more. But, she has a pair of big round clear blue eyes, like her father.

With the company of his family, the gunpowder on the battlefield and the dense fog in the manor finally faded. The mercenary who used to be silent and restrained became a calm and considerate husband and father. The steel wristbands on his arms were removed, and Naib Subedar sealed the skill of smashing the board and turning the window into the memory. He learned to pick up tools and debris to make a strong cupboard for his wife. For his daughter, he made a beautiful swing.

The hand used to holding the weapon now took the little hand of his daughter. The girl asked for a dazzling array of toys at the market, and Subedar patted her head, and he agreed with all her love.
Subedar took the shopping list and concentrated on choosing the goods, and the little girl squatted beside the stall. Probably she was bored with waiting, she yawned greatly, rolled her blue eyeballs, and disappeared for a while.
She wandered off looking around, and the sneaking girl accidentally ran into someone. It was a tall gentleman, wearing a long dark green trench coat, and his rosy lips under the top hat curled up slightly, maintaining a standard smile arc.
"Are you okay my beautiful little princess."
The man took off his top hat, his face was so good that the girl was taken aback. He bowed his knees to a gentleman's salute, squatted down, and touched the child's head:
"You have very charming eyes."

"Niya!"
"Papa!"
An anxious call came from behind, and the girl stretched out her small hands and plunged into the arms of the person. Rubbing her cheeks against her father's arms, her big eyes couldn't help but blink and peek at the elegant gentleman.
The tall gentleman's gaze crossed her and lightly fell on the girl's face. His smile deepened, he took a red rose from his cane, leaned over, and handed it to the girl.
"The beautiful roses match you very well, my little princess."
Niya blushed and wanted to take the rose happily. Her father, who had always been obedient to her, had a cold face, and rudely interrupted the gentleman's favor.
"Thank you, we don't need it."
The delicate roses fell miserably on the ground. Subedar hugged his young daughter tightly and hurriedly turned to leave.
The girl angered, buried her head in her father's arms. She was confused, she blinked suspiciously, hearing the panicking heartbeat like a drum in her father's solid chest.

"My dear, are you back? Wait a while before you can have dinner."
"Okay, I'll put the things down."
The door opened and his wife's gentle voice came from the kitchen. Subedar kissed his daughter's innocent face and told her to rest first. He walked to the storage room holding a paper bag full of sundries.
The fragrance of the food wafts in the air, and the warm atmosphere at home is as usual. The thoughts of the former mercenary have fallen into chaos.
...I can't believe that he will meet the monster in the manor again.
The ripper dressed as a gentleman was humming a song, and the scene of cruelly tearing the prey to pieces is still vivid. That monster was the opponent of the mercenary in the last match, and by luck, he escaped from his claws, Subedar got the chance to leave the manor. The rules of the manor are both strict and protective, and the hunters there cannot take action against the survivors outside the game. So Jack is here, just by chance? Looking for prey? Or is he planning revenge?
The mercenary shuddered.
Thinking of that guy makes his hair stand up. In any case, this area is no longer safe, and he does not want his family to be in any danger.
Subedar opened the door of the storage room and wondered how to persuade his wife to live in a different town.

The wooden door creaked open, and the stale breath came with the damp mist and wind. A cold hand was hidden in the air, caught Subedar's neck caught off guard.
The mercenary's instincts were instantly triggered, and Subedar quickly ducked and kicked the attacker's waist violently.
But the other party didn't move or dodge, just sneered, and instead took the blow that could completely rupture the internal organs of an adult man.
When the ankle burst into sharp pain, the throat was pinched tightly. It was an existence that human power could not win. Subedar could not make a sound, his vision turned dizzy. He was pulled into the storage room by his neck and hit heavily on the dusty shelf.
The door behind him closed gently. The man's hand relaxed slightly, and Subedar gasped desperately in pain. He was grabbed at his waist, the monster gentleman approached him, his slender body completely covering him like a thick shadow.
The voice brought the sentence of hell.
"Subedar, I found you."