As the villagers continued chattering excitedly, the crowd naturally parted once more, allowing Damien to walk back toward the door of the house.
Their gazes were still filled with admiration, and they kept singing praises of his name.
"Damien, thank you again…"
"You really saved us today…"
"You're truly amazing…"
"If there's anything you need, don't hesitate…"
"We'll all help! Just say the word!"
He didn't respond to any of them.
He stepped into the house, and the moment he did—
"Damien!"
Two sets of footsteps rushed toward him.
Claire and Nora were there immediately, their faces pale with worry, their eyes wide and anxious, almost frantic as they took him in.
It was clear they had both been waiting right by the door, listening to everything happening outside.
Claire stood closest. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her chest—so tight her knuckles had turned white. Her breathing was shallow, and her shoulders trembled just slightly.
