A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"However, your emergence from seclusion, sir, has made me truly understand what it means to be 'overwhelmed with emotion'!"

Jonathan was as talkative as ever; once he started talking, his words flowed like a machine gun.

"Get to the point," Bray said coldly, already used to Jonathan's manner.

“He has no patience at all,” Jonathan said, patting his mask.

"By the way, Mr. Monk, do you recognize my new mask?"

“I recognized you. Get to the point.” Bray didn’t even lift his right eyelid as he spoke.

He had recognized Jonathan's current clown mask as the original one—

This is the mask worn by the Third Rider, a Deathbringer, a mask imbued with the terrifying power of the Gold Saints.

Although the skull mask has been changed to a clown mask, the essence remains the same.

"Really? I thought I could give Mr. Ringholder a little surprise." Jonathan's tone was regretful. He really didn't expect Bray to have become the kind of person who could see through things at a glance.

"Alright, alright, let's get to the point!" Jonathan jumped onto the shoulder of a demon, striking a pose as if he were about to embrace the world.

"We can't use concept missiles here. It's really strange. I was hoping the moon would turn pink."

Jonathan was very disappointed because the stage was so ordinary.

Unfortunately, within the safe zone, he lacked the means to make the stage exciting.

"..." Bray remained silent, wanting to draw his sword, but still restraining himself.

Jonathan then told Bray in front of him that he was unable to use the concept missile.

The Joker doesn't lie, and doesn't need to lie, so he genuinely can't use concept missiles in the safe zone.

However, he still appeared before me so openly and honestly.

This in itself proves that Jonathan has the confidence to do so.

When he lacks confidence, the clown will choose to hide.

Therefore, Bray needed to restrain his killing intent slightly, as Nia and Levy were behind him.

It was because of Jonathan's presence that Bray didn't leave Nia and Levy in the capital.

"This morning, I heard it! The Master of the Precepts greeted someone, but they forgot about it~" the clown said in a cheerful tone, speaking very quickly.

“Guess where the little man is? The little man is right here, this little dog is the little man!” With that, Jonathan produced a canvas out of thin air, which depicted the scene of Bray greeting someone in the evening.

In the corner of the scene, a red circle marks a small white dog.

"..." Bray paused for a second, then his expression turned serious.

It wasn't funny; in fact, it was a bit creepy.

Although he hadn't activated his inner eye at the time, even with his current level of perception, he hadn't noticed Jonathan, who was so close...

“Mr. Monk, are you surprised? I think it was the wisest thing for me to become a dog!” Jonathan happily threw away his cane and clapped his hands.

"You must be very curious about what happened! You've always planned to investigate this, haven't you!" The cane inexplicably returned to the clown's hand.

"No clues? Frustrated? No problem. If you ask why, it's because the villains are here!" Jonathan said loudly, as if there were confetti around.

"Who is it? It's so noisy! It's so late!" An impatient shout came from a nearby house.

Although it's not time to sleep yet, the basic safe zone should be quiet by now.

Jonathan's volume is really disturbing.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, it was the little guy who was being too noisy," Jonathan quickly apologized. Jonathan spent a lot of time and effort to finally get the person to quiet down.

Afterwards, the clown helplessly wiped away his non-existent cold sweat.

I never imagined I would one day disturb the peace; it was a real miscalculation.

I don't know how long it took to appease others.

"Sorry, the atmosphere just died down." Jonathan took off his hat, his voice sounding a little dejected.

It's rare to get the atmosphere going, but I didn't expect it to disturb the peace. Now, I wonder how Mr. Bijingren is feeling.

If Mr. Monk also becomes impatient, Jonathan will be a little "at a loss".

Bray, however, was used to Jonathan's "farce" and continued to look at him without any expression.

He stood there, like a statue.

However, this statue is constantly searching for Jonathan's weaknesses, attempting to cleave the world-stirring clown in two with a single sword strike.

"It seems Mr. Monk isn't impatient at all, that's wonderful." Jonathan wanted to clap his hands happily, but then decided against it, thinking it might disturb the neighbors.

Even the volume of his voice decreased significantly.

What exactly are you trying to tell me?

"Oh dear, I almost forgot." The clown smacked his mask and replied in a tone of sudden realization.

"Mr. Monk, did you know that this safe zone is 'managed' by the Silver Seeds?"

Jonathan's words were startling, and even Bray subconsciously raised his right eyelid and began to stare at the clown mask.

"What's going on? The concept of Silver Seeds shouldn't be useful in the safe zone," Bray said in a deep voice.

"It's too absolute to say it's useless, but it basically has no effect," Jonathan casually remarked, but fearing a swift attack from Bray, he quickly returned to the main topic.

"The nature of the safe zone will not hinder the 'management' of the Silver Seeds," Jonathan shrugged.

"As long as your strength remains unchanged, that's fine. The reason why there is no Silver-level 'management' on Mr. Ringholder's side is because you are too strong."

"In most places, the 'Unity of the Gods' is governed by demigods."

"However, this 'management' should be in quotes because it's not quite what you imagine."

"Of course, the ultimate goal is the same: to devour the lower species and achieve true domestication," Jonathan said, hugging his trembling body as if he were very scared.

But his fearful expression lasted for less than half a minute before he switched to a lighthearted tone.

"While everyone was thinking about how to survive, the demigods were also thinking about how to get rid of everyone," Jonathan said, shaking his head and waving his hand in a helpless tone.

"Actually, as long as the demigod is killed, this area will no longer be 'managed', and everyone can live a normal life."

"By the way, killing a demigod must be a very simple matter for Mr. Ringbearer, right?" The clown mask changed to a winking expression.

"You're trying to lure me into killing a Silver Race," Bray said calmly, his right eye dull yet clear.

"Bubu, that's right!" As expected of the incredibly honest Jonathan, he never hides his purpose.

He seemed unconcerned about the fact that his purpose had been discovered, and even started tap dancing in mid-air.

"The 'alliance of the gods' is starting to get a bit boring."

"Staying stuck in the old ways, no longer spreading chaos, no longer tearing down walls, it's so boring." Jonathan looked at him with a sense of disappointment.

Why did he join the "Alliance of the Gods"? It was for chaos, to spread chaos thoroughly.

However, after the "alliance of the gods" achieved its goal, the demigod lord became docile and even curbed the further development of chaos.

Jonathan naturally knew what the demigod was thinking; he was simply afraid of the true god beyond the walls.

However, this was really boring for Jonathan.

"Whether or not to kill a Silverborn is entirely up to your will as the 'Hunter of Demigods'," Jonathan's tone gradually lost its lightness.

His mask changed once again, this time to a cryptic smile.

"But, but, you extremely interesting Lord of the Rings, didn't you leave that comfortable place just to kill the Silver Seer?"

The gears are rusted and have jammed together.

There are only two ways to make the world's gears start turning again.

First, the lower species were either killed or enslaved by the silver species.

Second, the "Alliance of the Gods" of the Silver race was destroyed.

Coexistence? No, that word isn't in the dictionary of a demigod.

Black iron and bronze types can coexist, but demigods cannot coexist with lower types.

"What can your sword actually do? Persuade people to do good? Or knock away their bad thoughts?" Jonathan said with a grin.

"The only option is to kill him, right?"

"All I can do is scream, kill! That's what a sword is all about."

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ringholder is not a knight and has no shield.” Jonathan adopted a solemn, knightly demeanor.

Then the next second he started acting silly.

However, Bray remained calm despite listening to Jonathan's words.

There was no vehement denial of Jonathan, nor any painful or confused internal struggle.

He remained calm, looking at Jonathan's mask and listening to Jonathan's words.

Many people would probably be yelling "Shut up!" or muttering "No, no!"

But strangely, Bray had no idea what to say.

Bray, who usually thinks a lot, was surprisingly blank-minded this time.

"To put it bluntly, you want to see the walls torn down and the golden seed descend, right?"

“You’re expecting destruction,” Bray said.

"Hahahaha, yes, that's right, as expected of Mr. Abstinence, you recognized it at a glance." Jonathan tried his best to suppress his laughter.

But he couldn't help laughing because he found it very amusing.

"However, it's not entirely accurate."

"Rather, I'm wondering what will happen before destruction, what it will be like when destruction happens, and what will be left after destruction," Jonathan said in a very pleasant tone, covering his mask and bending backward.

"So, sir, what is your choice?"

"Should we maintain the current delicate balance with the 'Alliance of the Gods,' or tear it all apart ourselves?"

Jonathan awaited Bray's reply, eager to see what unexpected response he would receive.

Then Jonathan was met with a long yawn from Bray.

“Tell me everything you know about that silver seed,” Bray said quietly.

Jonathan didn't need to emphasize the sword's purpose; Bray himself knew it too.

“I understand~ I understand~” Jonathan said, rubbing his hands together.

Bray's answer, well... it was exactly what Jonathan expected.

"You just want to speed things up—"

“That suits me perfectly,” Bray said, glancing at Jonathan. “Oh, is that so?” Jonathan exclaimed with delight.

Bray's answer was exactly what Jonathan had expected.

But that last sentence dispelled the "expected" boredom.

It really does take a person who upholds the precepts; otherwise, it just doesn't feel right.

That statement shows that Bray already knew what Jonathan was talking about.

What will happen if we don't resist the Silver Seeds, and what will happen if we do resist them?

He knew these things better than anyone else, so Bray still chose the latter.

Why? Just as Bray and Jonathan said, it's to speed things up.

It's only a matter of time before the walls of the world crumble, whether Bray is passive or active, this scene will eventually come.

Countless memories of "oneself" clearly lay this cruel fact on the table.

Therefore, instead of waiting, it's better to face it sooner rather than later.

Victory or defeat.

It is precisely because he is not a knight who "protects others" that he can make such a cold-blooded choice.

“Raise the banner of rebellion! Fight magnificently against the demigods!” Jonathan said to Bray, spreading his arms wide.

“…” Bray did not respond to Jonathan.