A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“You…you are not her.” Sister Lizbern noticed the details in Camilleland’s words and realized something was off.

The person in front of me is not the real person.

“Of course, it’s just a piece of clothing.” Camilleland didn’t panic at all after being immediately exposed.

So what? So what if he was recognized as not being himself? He never intended to impersonate anyone.

The nun is very beautiful, and the maid has a kind of elegant beauty, but Virginia is definitely better.

Absolutely stunning; that is true beauty.

With just one glance, Camille Lant knew that Virginia was the new clothes she wanted.

Ah, although her looks aren't the best among her works, they're definitely in the top three.

For Him, Virginia's most attractive quality was not her looks, but her aura.

Camilleland smiled charmingly and walked step by step toward Virginia.

But after He took two or three steps, a huge column of water surged up from the ground.

The powerful impact sent Camilleland flying half a meter.

"..." Virginia didn't turn around, but glanced at Camilleland, her right hand still in the same position as when she was casting a spell.

Azure magic swirled around her fingers, revealing to everyone who had caused that jet of water.

Although Virginia didn't understand what was going on at first, that didn't stop her from decisively taking action against the person who had shocked Sister Lizbern.

This cruel apocalypse taught Virginia one thing: to be decisive in everything she did.

Decisiveness might lead to a loss, but hesitation will definitely result in defeat.

"Only knocked back half a meter..." Virginia was certain that the opponent's defenses were useless, yet she was only knocked back half a meter.

What kind of monster is hidden in that seemingly delicate body?

"Ah~ It's much cleaner now~" Camille Lant was not angry at Virginia's spell at all, but was actually quite happy.

In order to sneak in, she always wore dirty clothes.

The strong water flow just now actually cleaned the clothes quite a bit.

"I'm liking you more and more," Camille Lant said softly, then walked towards Virginia.

Camilleland walked at a very slow pace, yet her composure was chilling.

“Miss Virginia, get out of here! She’s after you!” Sister Lizbern shouted to Virginia.

“No, she’s coming for us. No one can stay.” Virginia gave a wry smile, then slammed her pale hand heavily on the ground, making a crisp sound.

A blue magic circle appeared on the ground, followed by a dragon formed entirely of flowing water.

The raging dragon, with its seemingly invincible aura, crashed into Camilleland.

However, Camilleland casually slapped the dragon, and the entire dragon was scattered.

"This thing reminds me of those nasty lizards," Camilleland muttered to herself.

As soon as he finished speaking, he came to Virginia.

Yes, Camilleland should be called "He," but his appearance makes it easy for people to refer to him as "She."

"Your Highness, you should run away first and try to lure that salted fish over here!" Blanche, who had been by Virginia's side, shouted, then rammed into Camilleland with all her might.

Camilleland's attention was entirely focused on Virginia, so she didn't notice the actions of anyone else.

Unsurprisingly, he was bumped into by Blanche—

But His body didn't even sway; instead, Blanche was bounced back several steps.

To His annoyance, a little girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere and mustered up the courage to hug His leg.

"Don't get in my way."

“I don’t like blood, and I don’t want to kill you. I’m just here to collect raw materials for making clothes.” Camilleland looked helplessly at the little girl who was clinging to her leg.

Why are they acting like they're facing a formidable enemy? He will only take one woman away.

Although the woman who was made into clothes will definitely die, in the end only one person will die, and Camilleland will not go on a killing spree afterwards.

So why do it this way? Just watch yourself take someone away and be content being kept in captivity.

"Wouldn't it be better to just stand still and live safely?" Camilleland dragged Elaine forward.

Virginia splashed water, then used it to create distance between herself and Camilleland.

She knew what she should do now, and she firmly believed that she would be able to wait for the person she was waiting for.

A hero may appear when tragedy strikes, but that person is not a hero.

He won't wait until the clutches of evil have already seized him before standing up for himself.

Because he always throws hope to others before they despair, he is never appreciated.

People always remember the towering figures who appeared when they were in despair, but have no recollection of those who crushed despair.

But Virginia remembered.

"Because we don't really want to be kept like livestock..." came a voice without any inflection.

It was the same voice... but deeper and more mature than the voice in Virginia's mind.

A simple, even somewhat worn, sword severed Virginia's hand before it could even reach out. Did they arrive just in time? Did they arrive just in time? No, if that were the case, the safe zone would have already been destroyed.

After learning that Jonathan had visited once, Bray became much more wary.

Not to mention there are several silver mines nearby recently.

As soon as he returned, he intentionally or unintentionally used his inner eye to observe the entire safe zone, but he was very unlucky and his arrival time was perfectly out of sync with Camilleland's.

Even so, he still kept his eyes on this small, lowly settlement.

Bray had already run this way before Virginia's enormous water column and dragon rose up.

When Bray sensed Camilleland's presence, he was even feeding Nia.

Even if Virginia hadn't used such a powerful spell, he would still have come.

“It’s you…” Camilleland didn’t recognize Bray, but with just this one sword strike, she could tell who this person who had suddenly appeared was.

"..." Bray did not answer the other party's question. After severing one of His hands, he immediately followed up with an upward slash.

Unfortunately, this strike did not achieve any greater results.

Camilleland staggered back several steps before the attack even began.

Camilleland, who hadn't been able to be repelled by the powerful impact, was actually frightened back by Bray's sword.

As He retreated, He casually grabbed Blanche and Elaine who were nearby.

Although taking hostages is a low-class act, one's life is still more important.

Not a drop of blood flowed from the spot where Camilleland's wrist was severed.

The cut was empty, like a water pipe that had been severed.

However, there seems to be something inside this broken opening.

It wasn't flesh and blood, but something else entirely.

Like a membrane, a sheet-like structure extends out from the hollow tube and then unfolds.

This is part of Camilleland's true form.

It is a very strange creature, its whole body made up of these membrane-like sheets.

This structure extends to the hands, feet, and even the head.

To give an analogy, Camilleland's true form would resemble a strange model pieced together from thin leather sheets.

"Don't make a move. I think these two people are on good terms with you. You don't want them to get hurt, do you?" Camille Lant took a few steps back, folding her outstretched hands into a shield, wary of Bray.

However—Bray did not lower his sword, nor did he restrain his imposing manner; he simply looked at Camilleland with his lifeless right eye.

Without a trace of anger or panic, Camilleland's disheveled appearance was reflected in the stagnant water.

Although Camille Lant is still beautiful now, it's only a matter of time before this "outfit" is completely ruined.

Now one sleeve has been cut off.

Whether the clothes are damaged or not is not important; what is important is that Bray will tear himself to shreds, clothes and all.

Camilleland had no desire to fight Bray; she didn't even want to consider who was stronger between them.

He simply wanted to wear nice clothes and experience the beauty of nature, not to fight anyone.

Even though He is quite powerful, He still wants to avoid such a battle...

Moreover, an existence capable of fighting a demigod would not be associated with being "weak".

“I’ll put these two down as long as you don’t move,” Camilleland said when Bray didn’t respond.

But before He could utter another word, Bray began to move.

A shadow was left on the ground, along with the flashing light from the dragon pattern's eruption.

The next second, Bray, sword and all, stepped over the stacked shields and cut into Camilleland's blind spot.

Wait... isn't this guy afraid of hurting the hostages he's holding?

Doesn't he feel afraid? Doesn't he understand the meaning of being timid and hesitant?

"Tear—" The sword slashed from Camilleland's neck all the way to his forehead.

Just like before, no blood splattered out.

However, countless net-like structures protrude from the long crack running from the neck to the forehead.

That was Camilleland's head—though it didn't look like a head at all.

The head of the shell, like a cut leather jacket, droops limply to both sides.

Now, Camilleland is truly no longer associated with "beauty".

"Aaaaaah!" It didn't hurt, it didn't hurt, but He was furious.

Why attack this place?!

"Why, why, did you attack this place?!" Camilleland screamed, unable to accept Bray's attack on her face.

The surrounding pedestrians were completely drawn to the sound of that piercing scream.

With Virginia's spell already cast, a crowd will soon gather to watch.

Bray frowned. This safe zone was small, and the fighting would affect every corner.

Don't underestimate people's tendency to court death. Some people will be scared and run away, but most will choose to watch.

"..." Camilleland screamed, but quickly calmed down.

Two cracks appeared on the outer shell, and flaky material squeezed out from the cracks.

The flakes intertwined to form a mesh, creating enormous wings that flapped before Bray could strike again.

Camille, along with Blanche and Elaine, decisively took to the air.

Unlike Bray's concerns, He did not intend to fight in this place.

This place completely restricts His concept; fighting in such a place is practically suicide.

Many Silver-ranked individuals have already been killed by top-tier powerhouses among the lower-ranked species after their concepts were restricted.

Camilleland did not want to follow in their footsteps.

“Levy, bite Him!” Bray shouted coldly.

As soon as the words were spoken, a petite figure emerged from the shadows, moving in a "Z" pattern, and attacked Camilleland.

Using her four legs to run, Levy, like a real lion, bit Camilleland's thigh before Camilleland's feet even left the ground.

She had come with Bray a while ago, but she just sat quietly to the side without having to do anything.

She would act without hesitation whenever Bray needed her.

"Ugh!!!!" Levy's teeth unleashed a beast-like power, slamming Camilleland hard to the ground.

The ground trembled from the heavy blow, and those who were about to watch felt the earth beneath their feet shake.