A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

It's a real shame that reality is always quite different from what we imagine.

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"Mr. Bray, aren't you looking for a client?" the receptionist at the union asked Bray with a smile.

"No, I'm just waiting for someone." Bray shook his head.

He originally thought that he could find Naruko at the guild after she went to do the quest, but he didn't see her for a long time after drinking.

Seriously, isn't she planning to come back to the union to collect the remaining pay?

Most of the commission can be obtained from the client, but a smaller portion can be taken from the union.

Bray didn't understand the purpose of this mechanism, but it did make obtaining the full reward much more difficult.

"Waiting for someone?" The receptionist looked at Bray with a bit of curiosity.

Bray hasn't accepted any commissions from the guilds in the capital for quite some time.

However, the receptionist hadn't forgotten about this "demon hunter".

Each time, this "demon hunter" undergoes inexplicable changes.

But what's interesting about the Brae is that it hasn't changed from beginning to end.

"Who is Mr. Bray waiting for?"

“Waiting for my wife,” Bray replied casually, taking a sip of the orange juice he had ordered.

"Cough cough." The receptionist choked on her saliva.

"Wife? Mr. Bray, you're married!?" The receptionist looked at Bray in shock.

“Hmm,” Bray said calmly.

"Clang." The sound of a cup hitting the ground rang out; it was an adventurer's cup slipping from his hand.

Most of the adventurers who were peeking at the front desk were stunned and remained in shock for a long time.

"Yes, she got married and had a baby." Bray nodded calmly.

"..." Everyone gasped.

The "Demon Hunter" got married and had a baby!

"May I ask who this lady is?" the receptionist asked, wanting to get some gossip.

The adventurers around them also pricked up their ears, eager to hear what was going on.

A woman with a long pink ponytail, holding a baby in swaddling clothes, pushed open the door to the union.

"Ding-a-ling—" The union's doorbell rang.

“This is it.” Bray pointed with his thumb to Naruko, who was standing by the door behind him.

"Brey, what do you want?" Naruko sat down next to Bray amidst everyone's shocked gazes.

“We’re going on vacation,” Bray said, patting his dog, Nia.

My daughter is so sweet...like a loaf of bread.

It is located in a remote area of ​​the western continent.

A huge crater, more than 6 kilometers in diameter, appeared there.

The "meteorite crater" was created by the sacred mountain that fell from the sky.

A black iron city that once stood here was razed to the ground.

There were no survivors in the face of such a massive impact.

A city was wiped off the map.

This incident naturally attracted the attention of the German Empire in the western continent, which even dispatched many soldiers to the meteorite crater for reconnaissance.

However, not a single soldier returned alive with intelligence; once they entered that area, everyone disappeared without a trace.

All the spells used to communicate were rendered ineffective, as if that place were a black hole that would devour anything that came near.

However, this is just a metaphor. If you observe from a distance with a telescope, you can still see the general terrain clearly.

Once inside, they will disappear without a trace, most likely killed or captured by someone who gets close to the crater.

These are the ideas of a general in charge of exploring the impact crater.

Unfortunately, further evidence is needed to prove his point.

Even now, soldiers are still being sent out to explore, after all, the destruction of a city is enough to alarm the entire Japanese anime empire.

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Just as the general had thought, there were indeed people near the meteorite crater.

More accurately, they were not human, but angels.

After the Holy Mountain fell, less than one in ten angels survived, and fewer than ten angels lingered on the brink of death.

Zoe was also one of the lucky angels who fell to earth.

He sat on the edge of the holy mountain, looking at the golden earth with a complex expression.

Zoe had never seen such a view before.

It's magnificent and vast, as if one could never traverse this golden land in a lifetime.

Zoe knew, of course, that this was a desert; the knowledge of angels mentioned the surface world.

But this is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes.

He shook his tattered wings and scooped up a handful of yellow sand.

Only then was He able to truly understand why the angels kept trying to reclaim the earth.

Because this place is so vast, it cannot be compared to paradise.

Moreover, it possesses a beauty unlike that of heaven.

Despite its somewhat rebellious nature, this land is far more magnificent than the monotonous sacred mountain.

The temple was indeed sacred and noble, and it couldn't be said that it wasn't beautiful.

But it's different, Zoe couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it just wasn't the same.

He was somewhat eager to know what other scenery existed besides this desert.

Zoe touched the yellow sand with her finger, and as she lifted her slender finger, a verdant sapling sprouted from the ground.

He smiled slightly. Although strictly speaking, he was not creating life, the fact that a sapling was born in the desert was inexplicably gratifying.

It somewhat dispelled the gloom in my heart.

"Zoe." Just as He was lost in His own fantasy, an angel called out to Him, leaping over a boulder that had fallen from the holy mountain.

"Ah!" Zoe was startled, and then the sapling quickly withered.

"I...I'm here," Zoe replied somewhat flusteredly, then touched the sapling, turning it to ash.

"I've found another fellow countryman's body..." Only then did Zoe realize that the angel was holding a dead fellow countryman in his arms.

What a beautiful angel... but her life has already faded away.

Zoe's previously bright expression immediately dimmed.

“Pray for Him,” the angel said somberly.

"Please put it next to me," Zoe said, her voice tinged with sadness.

The angel nodded and gently placed the body in front of Zoe.

Zoe crossed her arms and lowered her eyelids.

"Gods, the dwelling place of our souls throughout the ages."

“Your beloved apostle will return to dust, and I pray that this life born in the morning will receive your loving-kindness.”

"Let Him rest in peace, and let Him receive glory."

The angelic maiden murmured a lengthy eulogy, offering sincere prayers and blessings for her fallen compatriots.

The angel who found the body placed his hand on his chest and bowed his head deeply.

Before the dead, the distinction between the ranks of angels can be set aside.

"May He rest in peace," sighed the archangel who carried the body over.

This is probably the umpteenth angel's corpse.

Survivors found the bodies of their compatriots one after another around the sacred mountain.

After Zoe finished reading the eulogy, the beautiful angel's body turned into countless specks of light, which drifted away with the desert wind into the endless sky.

"May you rest in peace in the sky," Zoe murmured, stretching her arms towards the sky.

Originally, when angels died, their bodies would be chained back to Heaven intact.

However, now that Heaven has disappeared, from now on, if an angel dies, he will no longer be able to return to his homeland.

The dead angels can only be considered to have found peace when they turn into specks of light under the eulogy.

"Is everyone still looking for the body?" Zoe touched the yellow sand where the body had been lying.

“Yes…” the angel said in a deep voice.

After they awoke, the thing they did most was search for their dead companions.

Of course, it would be even better to find surviving companions, but the chances are slim.

"What should we do now?" Zoe's eyes were filled with confusion.

When Heaven still existed, everyone said they would take back the land from the Dark Iron race.

And what should everyone do after Heaven is destroyed by the Silver Seeds?

In the beginning, at least all the angels had a common goal.

But has this goal become meaningless now?

"I don't know." The angel shook his head; he too was confused.

“Let’s find a place here…and build a home,” Zoe suddenly said.

"..." The angel remained silent, not responding immediately.

“For example, here?” Zoe gently stroked the sacred mountain beside her and said softly.

"That's too difficult... Besides, instead of building a home here, you should think about how to revitalize Heaven." The angel shook his head, interrupting Zoe's unrealistic fantasies.

"Hmm..." Zoe hesitated, then finally shut her mouth.

Zoe is curious about the world because she is still young.

However, many angels are more attached to the past, and this stubbornness cannot be easily changed.

"Another reckless Black Iron race has broken in." The angel frowned.

"I'll go take care of this. You stay here."

"Ah... okay." Before Zoe could answer, the angel flapped its wings and flew away.

This place is frequently harassed by the Dark Iron race, and the surviving angels will simply kill those guys.

This place has been claimed as their territory by these angels.

Any Japanese soldiers who stepped into this place were considered invaders.

To the angels, they were merely eliminating "pests." Bray rested his hands on the ship's railing, gazing out at the sea.

The outline of the western continental coastline gradually became clear in Bray's field of vision.

Unlike other coastal landscapes, the yellow sand and tropical plants give the western continent a unique charm that sets it apart from other continents.

Honestly, the Western Continent is one of the continents where I see relatively few Breys.

He took a breath of air, feeling the sea breeze.

Occasionally, you can see some fish moving along with the boat, and they will sometimes leap out of the water to curiously examine the iron lump.

"It's a relief that the ship didn't explode." Bray breathed a deep sigh of relief.