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Certainly, here's the translation into English:

"I watched him run to the house after hitting and being hit by Paul. I was intrigued by what he was planning, but when I saw him running desperately, I snapped out of my trance and followed him.

I looked for him for a while without finding him, but then I heard footsteps coming from upstairs on the second floor, so I went up, and there he was in his room.

I looked at him; he was sitting on his bed with his arms wrapped around his knees, his head between them.

I didn't know how to act, so I did what anyone would do; I approached his side, and I felt him shiver at my closeness.

"Are you okay?" I asked; I knew it was a silly question, but I didn't know how to proceed.

"Yes," the vague response came from his lips; his voice was calm as always, but the remorse was evident.

But why the remorse? I didn't know why the guy was sorry; maybe he thought he would be kicked out for hitting Paul or something.

"I-I don't like that," I was about to speak, but he interrupted me before I could.

"Huh?" I didn't know what he meant.

I got closer and sat next to him, so now we were side by side, our shoulders touching.

"I don't like hurting others," he replied with a sadder voice than usual.

At that moment, I realized that I was in the presence of an angel, a guy who cared so much about everyone to the point of not wanting to harm anyone.

I didn't know what to say; he was an angel in the flesh, with a troubled past on his shoulders but a bigger angelic heart than anyone I had ever met.

"You're special," I said without thinking, but sure of my words.

"Thank you," he replied softly.

I could see his ears turning red, and it made him even cuter than he already was.

Hug.

I hugged him as best I could; it was a strange hug, after all, we were sideways, and he was curled up with himself, so it was uncomfortable but not unpleasant.

A minute passed in the same position, and he lifted his head.

"Thank you," his words came out calmly and gratefully, making me smile."

I hope this helps!

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Narrator's Point of View: The days passed, and the relationship between Yoriichi and Roxy grew significantly. Yoriichi spent most of his time with her, and Roxy did the same. As for training, Yoriichi refused to fight Paul again, knowing he was strong, and this was partly why he was labeled a demon.

Rudeus had significantly improved his magic, being able to cast intermediate and advanced spells without the need for incantations, a rare skill possessed only by the most powerful mages. This required great concentration.

Yoriichi's Point of View: Paul explained that despite his speed and strength, Yoriichi needed his body to build muscle memory. His height and physique had changed, which surprised the Greyrat family, especially Rudeus, who noticed the difference.

Paul instructed Yoriichi on how to balance his sword and allowed him to rest for five minutes every 30 minutes. Meanwhile, Yoriichi found the training boring and longed to be with Roxy. He experimented with his breathing and discovered a way to relax and focus better.

When he inhaled and exhaled in a certain way, his body warmed in a pleasant manner. Upon releasing the air, he executed a quick slash with his sword, and mana flowed through it, leaving a trail of reddish fire. The impact of his attack surprised him, but he felt comfortable with that movement.

He attempted it several times until he realized his rest time had arrived, which he didn't want to waste since he didn't know when Paul would return.

Roxy's Point of View:

I had finished today's practice, and Paul had approached, signaling Rudeus to take a short break and meet him in the back of the house to begin his training.

I didn't interfere; I knew how things worked. In the mornings, it was my turn to provide magic practice and theory, while in the afternoon, Paul helped Rudeus with sword training.

Watching him walk away felt satisfying. Rudeus was exceptionally talented in magic, which was frustrating. It had taken me a long time to reach my current level, and a young boy advancing so rapidly wounded my ego deeply.

At least Yoriichi helped me push away these negative thoughts. Being with him felt warm and comforting. Even though he wasn't very talkative, he always knew what to say at the right moment.

Speaking of Yoriichi, I saw him practicing with the sword as I headed toward the house. At first, I thought about approaching him, but I quickly changed my mind, knowing that I might distract him.

"I'll come see him later," I murmured softly, avoiding going over to him.

...

After an hour, I was bored. Lilia was busy cleaning the house; it was her job, after all. Zenith had gone shopping for dinner, leaving me alone in the house.

"I'll go see Yoriichi," I thought and immediately set off. "Where are you heading?" Lilia asked as I approached the door.

"I'm going to visit Yoriichi," I replied, shrugging.

"I need to tell you something," Lilia said, becoming very serious. "Huh? Of course, go ahead," I replied, matching her seriousness.

"If you ever hurt Yoriichi, I won't let you get away with it," Lilia told me, looking straight at me, leaving me frozen.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked nervously, wondering what Lilia was getting at.

"You see, Yoriichi had a hard time opening up to others, but with you, it was the opposite," Lilia began speaking in a motherly tone, recalling the past.

"Yoriichi never loved anyone, and no one ever gave him their love. Since you've been here, he seems happier, especially when he talks to you," Lilia continued with her heartfelt talk.

"I don't understand," I responded, feeling confused.

"He trusts you. I don't know if it's love, but I do know that he appreciates you a lot, and it seems like you feel the same way," Lilia spoke like a mother, trying to make sure nothing happened to her "child."

My face turned red instantly, understanding the direction of the conversation and what Lilia was getting at.

"Anyway, Yoriichi cares about you. Don't disappoint him. And if you do and break him even more than he already is, hide," Lilia said this time, ending with a threat.

A mother would do anything for her children, even challenge the highest authority to protect her treasure. Yoriichi wasn't her son, but being a mother didn't necessarily require a blood connection.

"B-but Yoriichi is not older than 5 years," I replied, blushing while thinking about an older Yoriichi.

I sighed.

"I don't know if you noticed, but Yoriichi is growing abnormally. I'm sure he's not a 5-year-old. His way of speaking and expressing himself confirm that," Lilia clarified, making it clear that Yoriichi wasn't as young as they thought.

"Are you saying that Yoriichi isn't as young as he seems?" I asked, confused.

"That's right. He spent his entire life on the streets, so his bones and muscles didn't develop properly. After proper nutrition, I'd say his body is growing as it should," Lilia said, this time with a smile.

Roxy's thoughts changed. She had grown more attached to Yoriichi than she should have, and he seemed to reciprocate those feelings. At first, he had felt like a younger brother, but now that Lilia suggested Yoriichi might not be as young as he appeared, her impure thoughts subsided a bit.

"All right, I'm going to visit him now," I said, deciding to take Lilia's words to heart.

"Remember my words," Lilia told me as I walked away.

"I'll keep them in mind," I replied, leaving the house.