It was already getting dark when Axelo returned home. As always, he was not a man of many words, he just glanced at you and walked past. As he walked down the hallway, he pulled the ribbon off his head, causing his long blond hair to fall onto his shoulders. Approaching the closet, he began to remove the bandages from his calloused hands in silence. He has always been obsessed with martial arts. He could disappear for half a year, leaving only a note saying “I’ll be back.” It seemed as if you mistakenly called yourself his wife, rather a servant who must look after the warrior. Axelo frowned without turning to her. Where is dinner? - he asked coldly.