A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

This feature might not be of much use under normal circumstances, but at this moment, it allows Bray to discover the true identity of this long-legged girl.

An angel, or an angel who deliberately hides her wings.

There's no need to use any identification techniques; a simple judgment will yield the answer.

The Bronze race is always arrogant, and so are the angels. So why would such an arrogant angel infiltrate this ordinary little city of the Iron race?

For an angel with lofty ambitions, conversing with the Dark Iron race would probably be torture.

Bray's right eyelid twitched a few times, and his expression was somewhat helpless.

Moreover, although it seemed like Bray had been thinking a lot, not much time had actually passed.

It probably only took a second or two.

An angel who wants to use a large spell or divine magic doesn't need to chant at all, and the casting time only takes a few seconds.

The simplest spells and divine arts are almost entirely created by the thought of the spell.

And so, Bray understood even more clearly that the angel was planning something big.

After all, it took several seconds.

I don't know what He's planning, but the outcome is definitely not good. If He doesn't do anything, who knows what kind of trouble will arise during this vacation? Besides, my whole family is here, so it's better to be safe than sorry.

He walked up to the man in a few steps, and then—

With a "bang," he knocked the man in the yellowish-white robe unconscious with the hilt of his sword.

The man may not have known he was being approached until he lost consciousness.

“Remove it,” Bray said simply, glancing at the girl.

He could use "interruption" directly, but that would alert the girl.

So it's better to just knock this man unconscious so the girl has no reason to cast a spell.

"..." For some reason, the girl inexplicably and obediently withdrew the spell from her hand.

She... no, it's Him.

He originally intended to erase everyone's memories on a large scale and then leave directly.

For Him, arguing with this man was too troublesome, and He didn't have the energy to devote to such trivial matters.

However, since the man had been knocked unconscious by another man, it seemed unnecessary for him to waste his magic and divine power.

"..." The girl's expression was a little distorted, as if she was having some intense internal struggle.

"Thank you." He didn't bow, and his words came out stiffly.

You could tell that He was completely unwilling.

Of course, given the angel's personality, especially his attitude towards the Dark Iron race, the fact that he could say such a thing was enough to surprise Bray for a long time.

"You're welcome." Bray nodded, calmly accepting the angel's thanks.

The girl never imagined that she had been seen through by the dead fish eyes in front of her.

"Brai, you've changed." Naruko put her hand in her mouth and looked at Bray with extreme shock.

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“Your favorite thing is watching plays,” Naruko said.

“…” Bray believed that Naruko had a deep misunderstanding of him; he was actually quite enthusiastic.

Sometimes, I can be very helpful.

“I don’t like watching plays,” Bray replied casually.

"Because of long legs?" Naruko said resentfully. She had long legs too.

"That's part of the reason, though."

"But the main thing is, if I don't knock this guy out, you guys will be the ones who get knocked out."

After he finished speaking, he deliberately glanced at the spot where the girl had been standing.

The girl disappeared; she slipped away the moment everyone's attention was diverted.

Bray knew in advance that angels would appear on earth.

The holy mountain of heaven fell down, taking many angels with it.

Some survived, but unfortunately, most died.

But no matter how much I think about it, I still don't understand why the surviving angels came here.

Reconnaissance? Would angels do such a thing to the Dark Iron race?

"Brave, those people are watching you," Naruko reminded Bray.

The sound of hushed conversations could be heard from all around.

We were discussing men and girls before, and now we're talking about Bray.

However, what remains unchanged is that no one has stepped forward.

This will be something to talk about, but it won't move people.

Price increases might be more likely to affect people.

"I know." Knowing that he was being discussed, Bray had no reaction whatsoever.

Anyway, he doesn't live here. He came to Dahaka just to visit the holy mountain.

By the way, do you know if any of the angels have any suitable equipment they can use?

Wait a minute, an angel?

For some reason, Bray instinctively touched Nia, which Levy was holding up.

Maybe they're hoping to get some good luck.

In fact, Bray really felt that he was lucky this time. Wasn't he trying to ask the angel something?

That big girl just now was an angel.

"Ah~" Nia reached out her little hand and hugged Bray's finger.

Then he suddenly flung it off 0V0.

“…” Bray was a little sad. Sure enough, kids just love to throw things, regardless of whether they are allowed to be thrown or not.

Although he touched Nia only out of a desire to share his luck, he was still heartbroken to be treated like this by his own child.

"Brave, Levy wants to eat something," Levy said, holding Bray's hand in an expectant tone.

“Nia wants to too,” she added after thinking for a moment.

"Hmm, let's find somewhere to eat." Bray looked up and surveyed the tavern whose door panel had been smashed open.

“This place isn’t suitable.” He shook his head and then turned his attention to a nearby restaurant.

He noticed that most of the houses were built with yellow bricks, but the shops were often made of wood.

Compared to buildings made from salvaged yellow bricks, Bree prefers wooden houses.

So Bray and his group calmly walked past the crowd of onlookers.

As for the man who was knocked unconscious by a sword hilt, he was simply left by the roadside.

It's unlikely he'll die, because Bray's intensity is well controlled; he'll probably wake up in an hour.

After he wakes up, he can go wherever he wants, as long as he doesn't come looking for Bray.

Levy was in high spirits and walked in front, tossing Nia up in the air and playing "lifting her high" repeatedly.

"Ah~ya~" Nia was overjoyed after being thrown up, completely unaware of how dangerous it was to be thrown six or seven meters into the air.

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The girl who said thank you to Bray was Zoe.

An angel who survived.

Bray didn't pay attention to Zoe immediately simply because he could find her whenever he wanted.

Zoe stood atop a yellow brick tower, frowning as she looked down at the crowd.

The Black Iron race was too weak; He felt that in his education, others had even overestimated the Black Iron race.

Despite being such a weak Black Iron type, it always exhibits this incomprehensible and forceful behavior.

For example, what was the man who tried to blackmail Him thinking?

Zoe shook her head and simply sighed.

The sighing angel girl had no idea she was being watched by a guy with a peculiar way of thinking. Zoe's trip to Dahaka was actually to conduct reconnaissance.

Because Zoe was the youngest and had the weakest fighting ability, she was assigned to this task.

Normally, just as Bray thought, the angels wouldn't bother to investigate the situation of the Dark Iron race.

However, the current situation is not normal.

The surviving angels, except for a few who had not participated in the battle, were all severely wounded.

That wound cannot be healed by divine magic or spells alone.

Those were wounds left by the Silver Seeds; how could they be easily treated?

Therefore, the angels near the fallen holy mountain can be described as a remnant of the army.

There are even angels who have no combat abilities, such as Zoe.

Of course, even angels without combat abilities can easily slaughter the Black Iron race.

It will be a bit difficult to deal with S-rank adventurers.

However, you will not encounter any danger in normal towns.

After Zoe went out, her curiosity about the outside world was greatly satisfied.

The world is more wonderful than He imagined. If it weren't for that blind Black Ironborn, Zoe's trip would have been much more enjoyable.

However, it's very uncomfortable to hide the wings, and you have to control your power at all times.

Zoe spread her snow-white wings and sped toward the sacred mountain.

From afar, He could see His fellow countrymen.

They all sat on the holy mountain, gazing at the sky from time to time.

Some of the surviving angels would go out to hunt prey to help feed the other angels.

But apart from that, they had nothing else to do.

Confusion—this is the truest reflection of their thoughts.

Given their current state, it's highly unrealistic for them to be able to return to heaven in one go.

If they could easily travel back and forth to Heaven, their descent to the earthly world wouldn't be so troublesome.

Heaven is too high, and it is protected by a great deal of magic.

Even angels themselves find it difficult to fly.

If it weren't for the fall of the holy mountain, which shattered the magical layer protecting Heaven, these angels might never have landed on Earth.

Of course, this doesn't mean they were able to survive.

If there were a layer of magic, their fate might be even more tragic.

"Zoe, you're back." Just then, a pleasant male voice called out to Zoe.

Zoe looked around and finally saw the angel calling her name.

He sat on the holy mountain, just like the other angels.

But unlike the other angels, His eyes seemed clearer, without any confusion.

“Lord Joshua.” Zoe flew to the angel, bowed respectfully, and lowered her head.

Even someone as young as Him knew the angel Joshua.

A third-order angel, the man who subdued the giant eagle with a single move.