A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

He smiled slightly, took the "woman's" body in his hand, and began a waltz in this void.

This is His gallery, His dwelling, and His appreciation room.

And dancing along with Him is one's own work of art.

The "woman" looked exactly like a normal person, even her eyes were bright and her lips were slightly upturned.

But only Camilleland knew that the inside of this body was empty.

The "woman" in motion is just a pretty dress.

Even so, Camilleland still danced happily with the clothes.

If you didn't know the truth, you'd probably think this scene was beautiful, not terrifying.

Camilleland's concept is "folding".

Fold anything—things, time, space—what can't be folded?

Of course, something like spacetime is extremely difficult to fold, and Camilleland wouldn't go looking for trouble.

Therefore, what He likes is folding these beautiful works of art.

Although His concept does not contain the word "unfold," anything folded by Him can be unfolded by Him at will.

This is an extension of the concept.

If you grasp the concept deeply enough, it's not surprising that it can be extended to anything.

Camilleland's abilities may sound unsuitable for combat, but in reality, this demigod who sees herself as an artist is quite powerful.

At least those who have fought against Him know that He doesn't fight at all, but when He does, it's astonishing.

It's just that Camilleland rarely fights, just as He had told the lower races before, He doesn't like blood.

Some people find the vivid color of blood beautiful, but Camilleland disagrees.

Camilleland is not a combative being; she simply enjoys treating lower species as her works of art and collectibles, placing them on her canvas.

It's a canvas, but you could easily call it a wardrobe.

After all, Camilleland carefully selected the "clothes" that suited her from this canvas and then put them on.

The waltz continued, but the folded garment had a tear in the back.

Looking through the crack, all you could see was darkness; there was nothing else.

Then Camilleland began to fold it up and easily slipped into the garment through the gap.

After putting on her new clothes, Camilleland stretched comfortably.

Camilleland's hobbies did not imply any intention to do cruel things.

But for lower species, this is slaughter.

Camilleland kissed the back of her hand, then prepared to leave this comfortable space and go find a lake to look at her new appearance.

But at that moment, an uninvited guest barged into His cozy little home.

"Who?" Camille Lant asked simply, though a smile played on her lips, her eyes were anything but friendly.

Who would like to have their home suddenly broken into?

If you like it, fine, but Camilleland doesn't.

"It's me, it's me, please don't be angry, Lord Camilleland." Jonathan kicked his legs comically in the space, explaining to Camilleland in a flustered tone.

"I knocked on the door, I promise I knocked!"

"It's because you haven't opened the door for a long time. I was worried you might get carbon monoxide poisoning, so I broke down the door."

"It's so good to see you're alright." Although Jonathan wasn't used to the feeling of being adrift, he still very gentlemanly took off his hat and bowed to Camilleland.

But Jonathan keeps talking about a door, yet there is no such thing as a door in this space.

This is a place that Camilleland created using concepts; only after He unfolds it can one enter.

So how exactly did Jonathan get in?

While Camilleland was still wondering, Jonathan, the chatterbox, was already preparing to say his next sentence.

Jonathan loves seeing people confused; it's so interesting to watch people deep in thought.

Why does Jonathan like this? Because when everyone is confused, he can continue to be a chatterbox!

“Ah, I remember now, they are humans under Umkandal’s command.” Camilleland showed a look of sudden realization.

Umkandal did indeed have a very special subordinate, special because that guy was a low-level species, a pure human.

“That’s right, Camille Lant knows me, I’m so touched.” Jonathan’s mask began to show a crying expression, as if he was really moved to tears.

Whether he actually cried or not is something only Jonathan himself can answer.

"So, little one, what brings you to my house?" Camille Lant had never met Jonathan before, so she looked at him with interest.

Camille Lant was curious about what Jonathan was up to, and didn't even bother to find out how he had broken into her space.

“Of course, it’s to visit the great demigod artist,” Jonathan said excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

"I heard there are two great demigod artists here who came specifically to admire your dignified appearance." The clown spoke so eloquently that Camille Lant's ears almost went weak.

Jonathan wasn't lying; the demigod artist was indeed "great," and he had indeed come specifically to see Camilleland.

He's Jonathan, who never lies! Honest and upright!

"It's such a pity, I can only visit you now. It seems that another great artist has been turned into takoyaki." Jonathan put on his hat, flicked the brim, and said with a regretful tone.

Camilleland's eyes were now hostile, and her slender fingers were moving unconsciously, as if she wanted to do something.

Of course, His reaction was not because of the death of his fellow enthusiast, but because of the clown in front of him.

Jonathan exuded an unpleasant aura from beginning to end.

He deliberately came to his own space and then told himself these things, what he really wanted to do, whether he wanted to use him.

Camilleland couldn't help but smile, a smile that was absolutely stunning.

Unfortunately, this appearance is not His true form; He is also a Silver Being, not an ordinary person.

“Jonathan, if I remember correctly, your name is Jonathan,” Camilleland said softly.

His tone was so gentle that it sent chills down one's spine.

This should have been a warm, spring-like tone, but it made the listener feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

“That’s right! I am Jonathan, and I will never change my name!” Jonathan proudly patted his chest.

However, his unbalanced, floating posture was comical, and coupled with the funny expression on his mask, people would believe he was a professional circus clown.

"Are you planning to use me?" Camilleland tilted her head and asked.

"How could that be? I absolutely had no intention of taking advantage of your thoughts, sir."

“Don’t worry about the villain saying things against his conscience, because villains don’t like to lie.” Jonathan spoke very quickly, like a machine gun, and couldn’t stop.

"I'm just having a casual chat with you, telling you what I know."

"You don't know this, but when we lower races eat, many of us like to chat about this and that."

"So please rest assured, I don't mean to incite your hatred and then use you to kill someone."

Camille Lant watched Jonathan talk on and on, and her anger subsided considerably.

This clown is interesting, literally "very interesting".

He actually wanted to keep listening, to see what else Jonathan could come up with.

"Peace-loving people do not like to resolve issues through fighting and killing."

“If I can talk, I definitely won’t fight,” Jonathan declared, proclaiming his status as a peace lover.

Yes, even when facing Bray, he usually wouldn't rush in recklessly.

He never liked fighting, not then, and he still does now.

Camille Lant casually snapped her fingers, and then a table was made of paper.

There's also a sturdy chair.

“Sit down.” Camilleland smiled and pointed to the chair that was frozen in mid-air.

Even without any point of leverage, the chairs and tables were placed as if they were on the ground, showing no signs of wobbling.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, Lady Camilleland is such a kind person."

"If I were to change jobs one day, I would really enjoy working under an adult."

"However, what I prefer is not having to do any work at all."

Camille Lant gazed at Jonathan with a smile in her beautiful eyes.

"But speaking of which, the person who killed that sculptor was also a petty person and had a fight with his current boss."

The boss Jonathan was referring to was, of course, Umkandar.

Upon hearing the name Umkandal, Camilleland instinctively paused for a moment.

This is enough to prove the power and intimidation of this demigod.

He wants to command this group of arrogant and unrealistic people solely based on his own strength, without relying on anything else.

Despite Camilleland's strength, she still had no chance against this demigod.

"Oh?" Camille Lant suddenly became interested in the person Jonathan had mentioned who had fought with Umkandal.

"An inferior species?" He asked curiously.

"Yes, humans who are just like little people, ordinary humans without anything special about them."

“Mr. Ring-Bearer, who often scavenge for junk in the wasteland, is good for nothing except his sword, and is useless without it, but is surprisingly interesting.” Jonathan gestured comically, trying to imitate Bray’s manner.

That's right, the human Jonathan was referring to was, of course, a certain junk king still living in the wasteland.

"Heh, just average, huh?" Camille Lant chuckled, clearly not taking Jonathan's words to heart.

"Are you trying to incite me to contact him?"

“No, I just happened to mention it, and I don’t recommend that you make contact with that man who holds the precepts,” Jonathan said, patting his mask.

"Although you are very powerful, you are no weaker than that human."

"But no matter what, he is someone favored by the will of the world. If you fight him, you will be at a disadvantage from the start."

"After all, he's the main character. Have you ever heard of the protagonist's halo?"

“Never heard of it? No problem! I can lend you lots of novels, and then you’ll naturally understand what an unreasonable protagonist’s halo is.” Jonathan jumped onto the table, gesturing wildly, looking just like an idiot.

"Snap—" The next moment, countless pieces of paper wrapped Jonathan up, leaving only his face exposed.

"Alright~ Let's get serious. Since you're not planning to incite me to contact him, do you have something particularly interesting to say?"

"If not~" Camille Lant said, though her tone sounded a little coquettish.

But anyone with common sense knows this is a blatant threat.

If Jonathan continues to act recklessly, he might get killed by Camilleland.

Whether or not he can be killed is another question, but the intent to kill is already there; it all depends on Jonathan's own actions.

"Ah, let me tell you an interesting idea, sir."

"Sir, have you ever thought about entering the safe zone?"

"..." Camilleland was stunned for a moment.

"I'm not talking about the kind where you just run in, but the kind where you can go in openly and honestly without getting beaten up." Jonathan obediently stayed wrapped up, showing no intention of escaping.

Seriously, it feels really nice to be wrapped in little pieces of paper.

"Didn't you want to collect art? You can choose whatever you like in the safe zone, sir." Jonathan's voice was as cheerful as ever, as if he were talking about something very amusing.

"What should I do?" Camilleland was intrigued and had to admit that she was tempted to go into the safe zone to find the artwork she wanted.

Taking advantage of lower species in this sneaky way is far too inefficient.

“It’s very simple, sir. You just need to walk in like this.” Jonathan pointed to Camilleland’s face.

“You’re not in human form, sir. You’re a ‘human’ right now. If some people aren’t paying close attention, they won’t even know you’ve entered the safe zone.” A wicked smile appeared on the clown mask. Camille Lant was jolted awake by Jonathan’s words.