The front door opened quietly.

Warm light spilled across the entrance.

Amon stepped inside.

The familiar scent of home immediately greeted him.

For a brief moment, the countless deaths, dungeons, monsters, and conspiracies felt unimaginably distant.

The living room was quiet.

Too quiet.

A small smile touched his face.

That usually meant one thing.

His daughter had already fallen asleep.

Closing the door behind him, Amon loosened his collar and walked deeper into the house.

Soft footsteps drifted from the kitchen.

A moment later, Kayla appeared.

Her long dark hair rested loosely over her shoulders.

She wore a simple oversized shirt that reached her thighs.

Nothing extravagant.

Nothing revealing.

Yet Amon found himself staring for a second longer than necessary.

Kayla noticed immediately, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks.

"What?"

Amon smiled.

"Nothing."

"Liar."

"Maybe."

Kayla rolled her eyes, though the corners of her lips curved upward.

"You’ve been working too much."

Amon raised an eyebrow.

"Says who?"

"Says your wife."

She crossed her arms.

"The same wife who barely saw her husband today."

Amon chuckled.

That complaint carried no real anger.

Only concern.

Stepping closer, he wrapped an arm around her waist.

Kayla immediately looked away.

The gesture was familiar.

Comfortable.

Natural.

Even after everything that had happened between them, she still became slightly embarrassed whenever he did things like this.

"You missed me?"

Amon asked.

Kayla tried to maintain a serious expression but failed miserably.

"Maybe a little."

"Only a little?"

"A little more than a little."

Amon laughed, and the sound made Kayla’s expression soften.

For a moment, neither spoke.

They simply stood there together.

The quiet felt pleasant.

Peaceful.

Something increasingly rare these days.

Eventually, Kayla rested her head against his chest.

"You look tired."

Amon glanced down at her.

"Do I?"

"Amon."

Her tone immediately exposed the lie.

"You always think nobody can tell."

Amon smiled helplessly.

Perhaps he had become too accustomed to hiding things.

Kayla gently smoothed a wrinkle from his shirt.

"You don’t have to carry everything alone."

The simple words caused his eyes to soften.

If anyone else had said them, he would have ignored them.

But hearing them from her felt different.

His hand brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I’m fine."

Kayla looked unconvinced, but she didn’t push further.

Instead, she lightly poked his chest.

"You better be."

Amon captured her hand before she could pull it back.

Their eyes met, and for a second neither looked away.

Then Kayla’s cheeks gradually turned red.

"Amon."

"Hm?"

"You’re doing that thing again."

"What thing?"

"The staring thing."

Amon’s smile widened.

"You are my wife."

"That’s not an excuse."

"It sounds like a perfect excuse."

Kayla failed to suppress a laugh.

The sound filled the room.

Warm.

Gentle.

Amon suddenly realized how long it had been since he’d heard it.

Not because of distance.

But because danger had become such a constant part of his life.

The realization made him pull her slightly closer.

Kayla blinked in surprise, then relaxed against him.

Neither spoke.

The silence felt enough.

After a while, Kayla looked up.

"Dinner?"

Amon nodded.

"Only if you’re joining me."

"I was planning to."

"Good."

"Bossy."

"Handsome."

Kayla stared at him.

"...You just called yourself handsome."

Amon shrugged.

"You married me."

For a second, she looked completely speechless.

Then she burst into laughter.

Amon couldn’t help laughing as well.

The sound echoed throughout the house.

And for the first time that day, the man feared by an entire district felt completely at peace.

Tomorrow he would hunt monsters.

Tomorrow he would destroy enemies.

Tomorrow blood would flow.

But tonight...

He was simply a husband returning home to the woman he loved.

...

The next few days passed like a breeze.

Amon called in to work and took a few days of leave.

Not because he wanted to deal with the Demon Infant Organization.

Quite the opposite.

He wanted to spend time with his family.

After everything that had happened that day, he had realized something.

Time spent with his family was worth more than anything else.

While the family of three maintained their warm, cozy routine, the outside world had long since descended into chaos.

Cold Moon District had changed completely.

Over the past few days, it had become recognized as the most peaceful city for hundreds of miles.

Even larger cities couldn’t claim the same level of peace.

On the first day the Butcher’s order was announced, most citizens laughed.

They didn’t take it seriously.

Lower gangs still committed petty crimes.

A young boy quietly stole from a shop barely a kilometer from his home.

Then the next morning came.

And with it, the horror of the Butcher.

Everyone who had committed a crime that day had died.

None of them had a chance to fight back. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

They had simply been erased.

Completely.

The city fell into panic.

Gradually, the panic faded as the same scene repeated itself the following day.

Then the day after that.

Everyone finally understood.

The Butcher’s order was law.

Anyone who disobeyed it was seeking death.

Since then, the city had become eerily peaceful.

Someone could misplace their device on a bench and return hours later to find it untouched.

No one dared steal.

No one dared harbor thoughts of committing crimes within Cold Moon District.

The result was immediate.

A wave of immigrants began arriving, eager to experience that peace for themselves.

Cold Moon District flourished once again.

There were no monsters unlike many other cities.

And more importantly, there was no crime.

Throughout those days, Amon made a deliberate decision.

He didn’t sign in.

For an entire week, he accumulated Fate Points, planning to strengthen several of his most important abilities.

His Divine Sword Technique.

His SSS-rank movement skill.

And his Danger Sense.

On the eighth day, Amon quietly excused himself.

Standing atop the familiar skyscraper, he overlooked Cold Moon District.

This was exactly what he wanted.

Watching the calm streets and peaceful atmosphere spread beneath him, Amon felt both relieved and excited.

This had always been his goal.

Creating a haven where his wife and daughter could walk freely without fear.

A place where they could smile without danger lurking around every corner.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

Then Amon lifted his gaze toward the vast sky above.

The wind brushed against his clothes.

His eyes remained calm.

Satisfied.

At peace.

Finally, he muttered softly.

’Sign in.’