A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“Blakeras, you will surely find a way to change the world.”

"And your method will definitely... will definitely be better than what I know."

"It's at least kinder and gentler than the only method I know of."

The third rider's voice gradually faded and eventually disappeared completely.

Once the word "gentle" was uttered, he had already become a corpse.

No, he was originally a corpse, but he was brought to life again under Dizoca's concept.

The ending was predetermined from the beginning.

The body of the third rider, having endured the terrifying power of Dizoka, is now finally beginning to decay.

In the end, a wreath and a tattered rag fell helplessly to the ground.

“…” Bray hesitated, looking at the disappearing man.

The third rider's hands would not have been severed by him.

If the opponent's hand hadn't been severed, they wouldn't have been able to find a weakness in Bray's attack, which was designed to destroy everything in the fight.

The root of it all is this unassuming wreath...

Even in such a battle, the third rider instinctively tried to protect the wreath, which was practically worthless.

If he hadn't cared about the wreaths, things wouldn't be like this now.

But... that's just the kind of personality this man has, which is why he's so strong.

He was stronger than any other Deathbringer, able to withstand the power of Dezoca for so long.

In the underworld, a faint glimmer of dawn, which should not exist, shines down.

The light shone on Bray, who was covered in wounds.

At this moment, this adventurer evokes pity.

Even if he wins, it's as if he hasn't won at all.

This incongruous scene appeared for only a moment before disappearing along with the mental world.

The wails of the dead began to echo across the land of the underworld, never ceasing.

Countless souls flew about.

From the moment Bray went against the flow, order here was disrupted.

The great river churned, and will-o'-the-wisps flickered on and off.

Everything symbolizes the instability of the underworld.

"What will become of this place?" Bray looked up at the much dimmer moonlight.

Another crucial point is that the entrance to the underworld was closed by Dizoka.

How can I leave the Underworld now? That big fish only told me this method... it didn't tell me a second method.

Suddenly, he began to understand what the third rider was thinking.

Knowing only one method, one might assume there is no other choice.

If we don't follow this method, what else can we do?

Just like Bray now stands helplessly above the underworld, with no other way to escape.

Blood streamed down his forehead, and the excruciating pain stimulated his nerves.

After his mental world disappeared, his dilapidated body could no longer hold on.

Ultimately, Bray was just a mortal.

Consciousness gradually faded away amidst the howling of the departed souls.

Bray's vision gradually narrowed, then everything went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

"Thump." He fell straight to the ground like that.

A person, alone, fell in the Yellow Springs where only the dead reside.

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Cracks appeared above the Yellow Springs.

The spirits that were originally heading in the same direction are now wandering around like headless flies.

Many even walked against the direction of the stone bridge.

Kong Meng, who was originally lurking in the river, had to stick his head out and relentlessly drive away these undead that were flowing against the current.

Beside a dilapidated wooden hut, an old man holding a long spear stared blankly at the surrounding scenery.

Those dead around him who had not yet completely lost themselves fled in panic to who-knows-where.

The old man looked at the terrified dead and shook his head helplessly.

The source of the mutation is in a very distant place.

Just then, a young man had asked him for directions.

It was probably that young man who made the commotion.

"This place is about to change drastically."

"Where will we end up in this place?"

"I really wish it could just disappear cleanly and simply like that," the old man said wistfully, gently stroking the gun.

He was exhausted; even death could not bring him peace. He was truly weary.

I don't want fighting, I don't want conflict, I just want to disappear quietly.

"Maybe he really is a living person who just accidentally fell in."

"If that's the case, I wish you a safe return to your family and friends." The old man smiled, looked into the distance, and muttered to himself. He opened his right eye, and what he saw was a sky full of fireflies.

There is also a very tall tree.

It would be even better if there were birds chirping.

Unfortunately, no, it was too quiet around us.

Bray felt like he was lying in an open space, but it was definitely not the cold, desolate land of the underworld.

At least he felt quite comfortable lying down right now.

So, where is this place? Have I been kicked out of the Yellow Springs?

"You troublemaker, you're finally awake." A cool voice rang in Bray's ear.

The voice was stiff, yet it carried a gentle quality.

“She’s awake.” Bray sat up and looked at the purple-haired woman in front of him.

The woman's purple hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, and her skin was as pale as snow.

Once, Bray stood before this woman as if she were his younger brother.

But without realizing it, he seemed to be much older than Mira.

"Why did you come here? You didn't need to get involved in this mess at all," Mira said to Bray in a slightly reproachful tone.

The matter of cemeteries and the underworld is none of the business of ordinary people.

“If you’re not careful, you’ll die.” Mira grabbed the lantern and tapped Bray on the head.

"So you healed me?" It was only when he said "I will die" that Bray realized that his injuries had completely healed.

It was as if he had never been injured. If Bray hadn't remembered his battle with the Third Knight so well, he probably would have thought he was dreaming.

“I cured him.” Mira noticed Bray’s puzzled expression and sighed.

Sure enough, this person's attention to certain things is quite strange.

“…” Bray was really curious about how Mira had healed herself.

The gravedigger seems to have absolutely nothing to do with healing abilities...

Before she could ask, Mira leaned closer, almost touching him.

“You’re a complete idiot,” Mira said to Bray with a poker face.

“You’re facing the Golden Race, the original god of Kapras.” She really wanted to pry open Bray’s brain and see how much mush was inside.

"Let's not even talk about whether you can win or not. Even if you do win, it won't matter to the Golden Seed."

"But once you lose, you lose everything."

"You've been putting on a brave face all along, why don't you take a proper rest?"

“You still have family, and a daughter…” Mira rarely spoke so much to Bray.

In Bray's presence, she was mostly a cold woman, though she would occasionally tell a lame joke.

But this is the first time I've talked so much.

“…” Bray was stunned by what Mira said.

“Although you’re an idiot, thanks to you, the ‘Wandering Tomb’ won’t be in any trouble for a while.” Mira paused for a moment after saying that.

"Fool."

"?"

"Fool."

"???"

"Fool."

"..."

"Idiot." After calling Bray an idiot many times, Mira seemed to feel much better, and her expression softened considerably.

"You...you shouldn't have been affected, right?" Bray lowered his head and thought for a few seconds before looking up and asking.

This time, it was Mira's turn to be caught off guard.

I heard that it sounded like Bray was cursing himself.

Then she looked at Bray's right eye.

However, after confirming that Bray wasn't insulting him, he answered, as he didn't seem like the type to insult people indirectly.

“No.” Mira shook her head.

"That's good."

"Are you worried about me? I'm not going to disappear." Mira smiled slightly upon hearing Bray's words.

She practiced for many years how to smile, a simple thing, and now she can finally smile a little naturally.

She practiced smiling for moments like this.

Although these noisy adventurers will break the tranquility of the "Wandering Tomb".

Even so, she didn't dislike the adventurer.

I'm quite happy to occasionally hear something from him.

For example, this kind of simple concern.

“This tree in the ‘Wandering Tomb’ has a crack, but it won’t cause any major problems for now.” Mira gently stroked the towering tree beside her.

The surface of this large tree has cracks that appeared at some unknown time.

The roots of the "Wandering Tomb" are closely related to this tree.

The stability of the cemetery is directly reflected in this tree, like a mirror.

"Is this tree closely related to the cemetery?"

“Very big, much bigger than you are.” Mira glanced at Bray.

"..." Bre was speechless, because he didn't know if it was a lame joke or a self-reproach.

“We gravediggers are replaced every now and then.” Mira straightened her skirt and then sat down by the big tree.