“Anyway, please take good care of me, Miss Anna.”
Anna looked at Allen with wide, hopeful eyes.
“Um…I really do eat a lot. Are you sure you won’t kick me out?”
“Hey, eat as much as you want! How much could food possibly cost?”
Allen waved his hand generously, but the moment the words left his mouth, an alarm bell rang loudly in his mind!
A bad feeling washed over him.
I feel like…
I almost just set a Death Flag?!
She said she eats a lot…but how much exactly?
The Inquisition sent her here, right?
Could it be because they couldn’t afford to feed her anymore?!
Allen instantly changed his tone.
“Alright then, I have a condition. As long as you can protect my family, protect the Laval Family, you can eat at my place every day. But first, I want to see your strength.”
“Sure!”
Anna perked up immediately. “How do I show it?”
Allen, relying on his Future Sight, wanted to boldly say, “Try hitting me with one punch,” but his strong survival instinct made him swallow the words—
That would definitely be a Death Flag!
He changed it to asking Anna to throw a set of punches.
Anna took a stance, and her set of punches came out fiercely!
Every punch carried a faint sonic boom!
The terrifying power made Allen break out in a cold sweat.
If he had let her hit him just now, he might have died on the spot!
However, Anna’s technique was horrendous!
She had raw, earth-shattering strength, but her moves were completely uncoordinated.
“Your technique is terrible,” Allen shook his head after watching Anna’s punches.
“Let me teach you one move. See if you can learn it.”
According to common tropes in novels, someone like Anna—innocently naive—often has some innate saintly physique, which explains her bizarre strength.
As the saying goes, ‘Great truths are simple.’
Anna’s pure heart might make her a one-in-a-million martial arts prodigy.
Allen took a deep breath and began demonstrating:
Bow Stance Punch!
Left leg stepped out forcefully into a bow stance, the right fist shot forward like a cannonball, kicking up a small gust of wind!
Throat-Piercing Kick!
The right fist retracted to the waist, the left palm swiftly stabbed forward and upward, almost simultaneously, the right leg straightened with toes pointed like a whip, snapping out rapidly!
Horse Stance Horizontal Strike!
Right foot stomped heavily, raising dust, body sank into a stable horse stance, right fist clenched tightly, slicing a fierce arc from the waist, slashing violently to the right!
Inner Deflect and Upper Hook!
Arms crossed in front of the chest as if pushing away a thousand-pound weight, then suddenly parted to the sides, immediately followed by the right fist sweeping in an intricate arc from bottom to top, striking fiercely!
The movements were fast and fierce, smooth in transition, exuding a simple and ruthless practical combat feel!
Although Allen’s fatigue caused some distortion in his form, his focused expression and methodical posture left the passing servants and Marianne stunned.
What Allen demonstrated was modern martial arts that simplified the complex traditional techniques to their essence for defeating enemies—
Military Boxing!
The muscle memory etched deep into his soul fully awakened during the punches!
Allen only miraculously recalled Military Boxing after meeting the “Observer.”
But this memory seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and Allen himself felt a strange sense of dissonance.
Did he really practice Military Boxing before he crossed over?
Why did he have no recollection of it at all?
Maybe his memories as a crossover were flawed.
He pondered, what exactly did the “Observer” mean by “You have forgotten the beginning of all stories”?
What is that beginning?
On the second-floor terrace, Viscount Bernard and the old butler Leclerc had appeared without anyone noticing.
“Old Let,” Bernard stroked his short beard, speaking quietly, “Allen’s moves…did he figure them out himself, or was it divine inspiration? It looks strange, but it doesn’t seem showy.”
Leclerc’s cloudy old eyes fixed on the garden, especially on the clean and decisive Inner Deflect and Upper Hook: “Master, your young master has seen real battlefield fighting techniques when I was younger. This ‘boxing’—its force application, attack angles, and ruthless power that abandons flair for effectiveness—is exactly the same! In some crucial strikes, it’s even more refined! It’s a pity his body is too weak to exert even ten percent of the full strength.”
Bernard’s eyes gleamed deeply.
“No wonder he’s my son.”
The butler glanced at Bernard’s slightly protruding belly and teased, “Master, this boxing seems to be effective for fitness. Look at your increasingly ‘stable’ figure…”
Bernard’s face flushed red and he fired back, “Oh? Calling me fat? Then don’t just watch, let’s train together!”
The butler smiled wryly, waving his hand.
“Master, please spare this old bone!”
The two chatted while watching Allen’s agile figure, their eyes filled with warmth.
After completing the entire Military Boxing set, sweat soaked Allen’s linen shirt, sticking uncomfortably to his skin.
He stood still, calming his slightly rapid breathing, feeling the ache deep in his muscles, yet a smile involuntarily tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“My body is stronger than I thought…”
Allen muttered softly, unconsciously pressing the sore muscles on his arm.
He was nearly exhausted after sparring with Marianne just moments ago, but now he could still finish this highly demanding set?
This recovery is abnormal!
Is it some hidden cheat?
Or…did the “Observer” tamper with his body?
Suppressing his doubts, Allen looked at Anna.
“So? Can you replicate it?”
Anna had been watching Allen punch with complete concentration, her focused immersion stirring a strong sense of crisis in Marianne’s heart!
Such a great young master naturally attracts all sorts of strange people!
She had to quickly bind Allen to her…well, she should say to her “gentle care.”
Otherwise, more and more “bad” women would compete for Allen!
Marianne felt a bit jealous.
Allen was so resistant to her “passion,” yet strangely gentle with Anna.
Could he be fond of these airheaded, silly types?
For the first time, Marianne felt wronged for being clever and sharp.
Only when Allen asked did Anna snap out of her daze, her face blooming with a radiant smile: “Amazing! Let me try!”
She focused her mind, took her stance, and immediately entered the zone, eyes calm and steady.
At this moment, her gentle and adorable little animal aura vanished without a trace, replaced by a noble, righteous spirit!
Then, the girl threw her punches!
This time, it was Allen’s turn to be stunned!
Anna didn’t just perfectly replicate every move; she incorporated her own understanding, making the motions smoother and the power even stronger!
That terrifying brute strength combined with refined techniques sent her combat effectiveness skyrocketing!
Allen suddenly lost confidence in his own “invincibility.”
This naturally naive nun had no crest, yet her combat ability far surpassed his current self!
Allen had unwittingly trained a potential opponent so powerful she could ignore his Future Sight.
A chill ran down Allen’s spine—this is bad!
Teaching your disciple means dying of starvation!
If this girl masters it, how can I survive?!
Karma is real—this is a villain’s fate!
Anna finished and happily bounded toward Allen like a joyful big dog, grabbing him in a fierce hug!
“Wow! Allen, you’re amazing!”
She shouted excitedly, her great strength instantly pulling Allen into a soft “abyss.”
“Ugh…save me…”
Allen felt like he was suffocating and desperately shot a pleading look at Marianne.
“!!!”
Marianne’s eyes practically shot fire!
They just met and she’s already calling him by name?
And hugging him so tightly?!
What is she thinking?!
“Let go of the young master!”
She rushed over to pry Anna’s hands apart but couldn’t move them an inch!
Damn brute strength!
“Don’t want to…”
Anna hugged him tighter and nuzzled his neck.
“Allen…you smell like something I like.”
“Ah! I’m not food! Marianne! She must be starving! Call the cook quickly!”
Allen was horrified by the shiny drool-like glisten at the corner of Anna’s mouth!
In the end, Marianne successfully lured the starving, dazed Anna away with a freshly baked, fragrant loaf of bread.
Allen collapsed on the ground, gasping heavily, feeling like he had just crawled back from the gates of hell.
Damn it, even in such everyday scenes, there’s a Death Ending?!
This world full of Death Endings is terrifying!
Allen’s fear of women deepened once again.
“Wow! So delicious! I haven’t eaten this much in ages!”
In the dining hall, empty bowls piled up like a small mountain in front of Anna.
Allen and Marianne looked at the “bowl mountain,” their faces full of question marks.
Wait, girl—
In your previous life, you weren’t some kind of competitive eater, were you?
You look pretty slim, so your stomach shouldn’t be that big, right?
Why can you fit so much food in your belly?!
Please don’t say girls have stomachs connected to black holes or some nonsense!
That’s just not scientific!
“Young master…this meal…”
The butler’s hand trembled slightly as he held the bill.
Allen waved it off, looking utterly hopeless.
“Don’t…don’t tell me the number…”
He looked at Anna’s satisfied and happy smile, and the gloom in his heart seemed to lighten a bit.
“Whatever…”
Allen sighed, comforting himself, “Having a super-strong, naturally naive nun costs more, so be it…at least she provides emotional value.”
Speaking of emotional value, he couldn’t help but reach out to rub Anna’s red-haired head.
Ah, so good…
Come to think of it, I’ve reincarnated so many times, why haven’t I tried raising a dog?
If someone killed my dog, wouldn’t I go dark ten times over?
I’d take a pen and take out all my enemies!
Allen couldn’t help but smile oddly—
Ahem!
No, don’t read too much into it!
I just simply can’t resist cute little animals!
“Young master…are you already growing tired of me?”
Marianne’s soft voice drifted over, her eyes like knives as they cut into Allen’s hand on Anna’s head.
“I spent all morning ‘entwined’ with you. Don’t I deserve a little reward?”
Allen protested fiercely, “What do you mean by ‘entwined’? Use the right words! We were just doing very healthy physical training!”
Thinking about keeping both cats and dogs at home at the same time, Allen suddenly felt a bit of scalp-tingling dread.
“Hehe, Allen, I like it so much…”
Anna closed her eyes in comfort, cuddling closer to Allen again.
“Why are you still touching her head?!”
“Ow ow ow! Stop! Marianne! Gentlemen use words, not hands! No, no mouths either! Are you trying to bite me to death?!”
Bernard and the old butler watched the chaotic yet lively “battlefield” in the dining hall and exchanged wry smiles.
“No wonder he’s my son,” Bernard murmured.
At that moment, an inquisitor busy preparing for an upcoming meeting suddenly sneezed.
“Achoo! Why do I suddenly feel…a refreshing sense of vengeance fulfilled?”