New Novel: TWD: A Ranch at the End of the World
Chapter 88 - The Model Fiancé
"So, are you really comfortable with this? I told you not to push yourself. You're the Queen, and these are small sacrifices you have to make to secure your future."
"I remember what you said. Back then, we had nothing, and we swore to fight for our future." Historia recalled that conversation she had with Gale and said, "And you really are the best option."
"I think that if you look hard enough, I'm sure you'll find some people who truly have malicious intentions. Men are simpler creatures than you think, Historia…"
"Maybe there are others like that. After all, I'm beautiful and I'm the Queen. But what matters is that I have you—you're the most genuine person I could ever come to know."
Hearing that, Gale said in a slightly livelier tone, "I won't bother asking if you're embarrassed to say you're beautiful out loud, since you clearly don't seem embarrassed in the slightest."
"Sch." Historia clicked her tongue softly, then turned to look ahead as she continued speaking.
"And lastly… No, now that I think about it, maybe I shouldn't say it." Historia regretted what she had said.
"Once you start, stopping halfway only makes me more curious." Gale wanted to know what was going through Historia's mind.
"It's just that, now that I think about it, it might sound rude to you, Gale." Historia didn't want to be a burden, but she truly had many difficulties.
"Historia, what could you possibly say that would bother me? Did you forget that I was even a slave?"
Hearing that, Historia tilted her head in confusion and asked, "I don't mean anything by this… I'm just genuinely curious. What burden are you hiding from me?"
"The world sees us as demons, Historia. I fight every day so that the people outside can't even dream of harming us."
Gale walked beside Historia and said, "Those outside won't stop until they see us turned to dust. I want a happy future, on a farm, but to achieve that, we need to win the war."
"Win our future." Historia stopped smiling as she heard all of that.
"But don't worry—we're winning. And with my inventions, I'll make sure the enemies outside no longer see us as lambs." Gale pulled a bullet-shaped necklace from his pocket and said, "You just need to wait. Soon, you'll see that no one will even dream of making us suffer."
"Eh… Oh…" Historia didn't know what to say.
"There's no need to look so worried. I'll take care of protecting you, just as I have until now." Gale said with a genuine, reassuring smile.
"That only makes it harder to know how to react."
"It's fine. Things are about to become even more difficult." Gale chuckled as he said that, and Historia slowed her pace to walk beside him again, as if signaling her intention to listen carefully.
"I want to find a future. I'm searching for a narrow path where the fewest number of people die." Gale extended his right hand, closed his fingers into a vertical palm, and pointed forward.
"And what do you have in mind?" Historia tilted her head to look at Gale's face.
"To frighten them." Gale said, closing his hand into a point as he gestured. "I'll leave our future descendants with the power to deter any threat. However, it's our duty to remove that burden from them."
"Descendants… yes, we must do that…" Historia blushed slightly upon hearing this.
Gale, staring at Historia's side profile, noticed that her face was a bit redder than usual and her breathing uneven, as if she were nervous after making such a bold statement.
Gale couldn't help but smile.
"Haha!"
"What's so funny? I was being serious!" Historia suddenly snapped, answering in embarrassment.
"Nothing. I was just surprised at how unexpectedly sentimental your words were. Have you been thinking about that beforehand?"
"N-no!" Historia averted her gaze and grew nervous. That reaction was unexpected.
Imagining her declaring war with her words alone, muttering to herself, made Gale feel amused.
"Is that so? You didn't think about it?"
"Ugh! That expression… It's annoying, you know? Let's go inside. We'll eat here!"