A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Therefore, He is also a learned Silver Being like Nicolaes.

Of course, He was not as "humble" as Nicholas, who would condescend to learn from inferior beings.

He basically worked in isolation.

Miriel's attitude toward the demigod was subtle; he acknowledged the strength of the local forces, but in many ways, he showed disdain for the demigod.

For example, in dealing with lower species, they are overly cautious, so much so that they have not yet completely annihilated their opponents.

It's clear that if the Silver race wanted to, it could wipe out all the lower races.

Although there are a few unconventional lower species, there are only a few, and they are not a problem as long as they are avoided.

He doesn't even know how to avoid confrontation, which is why Miriel often scoffs at the demigod.

The old man's aged eyes were fixed on an exceptionally bright mirror.

He squinted and saw everything reflected in the mirror.

Miriel's mirrors should all be used to reflect the actual scenery of the Eastern Continent, not as ordinary mirrors.

But at this moment, one of the mirrors clearly reflected Miril's old-age posture.

Every wrinkle on Miril's face was clearly visible, and his mirror-like eyes reflected the same image.

The scenery reflects each other, forming an endless cycle.

Unfortunately, one mask ruined this beautiful infinite loop.

It was a clown mask with an exaggerated smile; no stage play would use such an flamboyant mask.

"Good afternoon, Lord Miriel." Jonathan's tone was as light and cheerful as ever.

He sat cross-legged on his cane.

The cane floated horizontally in mid-air, serving as a high-quality stool.

"Human, you have betrayed all of us Silver Races, and you still have the audacity to appear before me like this?" Miriel said calmly, his expression unchanged.

"Ah, you're not surprised at all. As expected of the elder Lord Miriel, you're so calm." Jonathan praised the demigod before him without reservation.

He would probably praise any demigod before him.

But Miriel remained unmoved after hearing the Joker's praise, and even used the mirror to completely seal him off.

In an instant, Jonathan was thrown into the world of mirrors.

The mirror, the complete opposite of the normal world, became the prison where Jonathan was held.

However, Jonathan maintained his original sitting posture without the slightest tension.

“Lord Miriel, there’s something I think your ‘Alliance of the Gods’ has misunderstood,” Jonathan said.

"I have never betrayed the 'Alliance of the Gods'."

“I neither killed the demigod nor stole anything from him.”

“Not long ago, I even helped Lord Takaman find his way, so it’s a bit much to call me a traitor.” Jonathan shrugged, his tone full of grievance.

"Alright, just go ahead and die in that world," Miriel said nonchalantly.

Miriel didn't care whether Jonathan had truly betrayed the "Alliance of the Gods" or not; the Joker was ultimately just a lower species.

Lower species have their limits; they are beings that will die of old age if left unattended and locked up.

“Oh dear, Lord Miriel, your temper is unexpectedly short-tempered,” Jonathan teased Miriel.

Just as Miriel didn't care about him, he didn't care about being locked up either.

"Is Lord Miriel particularly concerned about the mimicry beasts he 'enlightened'?" Jonathan asked quietly.

“…” Miriel turned around and looked directly at the clown who was still laughing.

The world in the mirror has been polluted without our knowledge; the scene inside the mirror is filled with fireworks and balloons.

Countless clowns put on a comical show behind Jonathan.

"What are you trying to say?" Although Miriel didn't actually know what those monsters that could mimic lower forms were called before, that didn't prevent him from understanding what the term "mimicry beast" referred to.

Out of curiosity, He enlightened a certain monster.

He really wanted to know whether demons, which were even inferior to lower species, could develop extraordinary intelligence.

What would happen if it were born?

Perhaps, if all goes well, those mimicry beasts mentioned by the clowns can even replace the lower species.

In this way, the Silver race might gain an incredibly loyal servant race.

Compared to lower races filled with rebellion, a loyal race with limited intelligence is clearly more valuable.

However, this was likely a private matter for Miriel, and no outsiders knew about it.

Jonathan was probably referring to that monster.

“I just wanted to tell you that if we leave that clever little guy alone, he might cause a lot of trouble.” Jonathan held up a finger and shook it in front of Millie.

“Speak.” Miriel’s tone did not carry any anger.

With a mere thought, He shattered Jonathan's mirror world bit by bit.

"Ouch, it hurts so much! It's all glass shards!" A dramatic scream immediately came from inside the mirror world.

But Jonathan was actually perfectly fine.

Jonathan, placed in the mirror world, still looks cheerful as things gradually crumble and collapse.

He flicked his top hat and then took a step forward.

With a simple step, she stepped out of the mirror world that had been locked away by Miriel.

The moment he left, the mirror shattered, and the world within it completely disintegrated.

Jonathan brushed the shards of glass off his body and let out a sigh of relief.

"That was close! I almost died in there." Jonathan said, though his tone was quite cheerful.

Miril glanced at Jonathan without making any silly noises like "Huh" or "What".

Jonathan ran out of the world of the mirror, just as He had expected.

No matter how many times, Jonathan is the only human among a group of Silver Races.

Without some tricks up his sleeve, Jonathan would have died a million times over.

"I'll give you a chance to speak."

“Otherwise, don’t blame me for fulfilling my duties as a member of the ‘Alliance of the Gods’,” Miriel said.

“Eh, the duties of a member of the ‘Alliance of the Gods’?” Jonathan touched his mask.

He still didn't know what his responsibilities were as a member of the "Alliance of the Gods".

“That is to eliminate traitors.” Miriel said these murderous words calmly.

"However, I have said that I am not a traitor to the 'Alliance of the Gods'."

“To be honest, I thought I was part of the ‘Alliance of the Gods,’” Jonathan said, spreading his hands.

After standing for a while, he got tired and continued to use his cane as a stool to sit down.

Miriel didn't reply, but simply ran her hand across the surface of the mirror in front of her.

Rough fingers glide effortlessly across the mirror surface.

A mirror is so smooth that it reflects reality.

"I surrender, please don't kill me," Jonathan said dejectedly, raising his hands.

"But speaking of which, mimicry beasts that can become intelligent are really interesting things." He had just finished saying he was surrendering, but the next second he started being cheeky again.

His actions seemed to be telling Miriel that he had been playing around from the beginning.

“It’s not just fun,” Miriel said.

"Ah, of course I know, they are the best candidates for servants."

“Right?” Jonathan casually stated Miriel’s thoughts.

Miriel finally stood up and turned to face Jonathan.

He increasingly felt that Jonathan was dangerous.

It's not a danger in terms of strength, but rather a danger in other aspects.

"Don't get excited, I don't think there's anything wrong with this attempt." Jonathan quickly hid behind his cane.

"I also think this is a fantastic attempt; after all, no one loses anything, right?"

"It's neither a physical experiment nor the extermination of a race; you're simply 'enlightening' the monsters."

“But I’m sure this kind of ‘enlightenment’ must be very difficult, after all, this isn’t your concept.” Jonathan continued to talk incessantly while dodging.

When he got excited, Jonathan even started speaking faster.

Jonathan was already annoying, but he became even more annoying when he spoke faster.

“Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be that one monster that has been ‘enlightened’.” Finally, Jonathan finished speaking.

“You’re absolutely right, so what do you say?” Miril simply turned all the mirrors around, including the ones next to Jonathan.

It seems these mirrors aren't very effective against Jonathan. This human can also use concepts to cancel each other out, so even after they cancel each other out, Miriel can't gain the upper hand.

It seems that one person is not enough to kill this traitor.

"So it would be a real shame if this last one were to die," Jonathan said.

“…” Jonathan’s words this time finally touched a nerve with Milier.

"Do you want to kill this monster?" Milier was a little annoyed.

In order to enlighten a monster, He even tried a spell that He would never have bothered with. If this only child were destroyed, all His efforts would be in vain.

If that's the case, Miriel will stop at nothing to kill Jonathan in this alternate dimension.

“Lord Miriel, I have never even thought of that.”

"Didn't the little man say that he also found this very interesting?"

"If this mimicry beast can keep improving, it will surely bring a lot of fun."

“For a petty person, the inability to grasp direction is like nectar!” Jonathan jumped up and opened his arms.

Jonathan gets excited just thinking about how monsters will expand their populations and compete with lower species once they gain intelligence.

Not to mention, this monster can also mimic human appearance.

“But if we don’t do anything soon, the thorn in the side of your ‘Alliance of Gods’ might just be eliminated,” Jonathan said.

Miriel squinted his old eyes.

“What the little man said is true. All the adorable little creatures that split off from it have been wiped out.”

“It won’t be long before it’s next.” Jonathan never lies.

"How scary, how scary." He hugged himself, pretending to tremble.

"Why are you telling me all this?" Millie asked, puzzled.

Umkandal, the "Lord of the Demigods," seems to have said that this clown is connected to the "Hunter of the Demigods."

But what exactly is Jonathan doing now?

"To protect rare monsters," Jonathan said seriously.

"Protecting endangered life is everyone's responsibility, and even petty people are no exception." After saying that, he patted his chest forcefully.

"Then, I shall take my leave."

"Lord Miriel, please be very careful of the 'Hunter of Demigods'." With a graceful turn, Jonathan vanished from this alternate dimension without a trace.

"Hmph... adding fuel to the fire, huh?" Millie immediately concluded that Jonathan was pushing things along.

Just like Miriel, many people would assume that Jonathan's every move was deliberately designed to advance the events.

Jonathan's actions certainly resembled that.

But Jonathan never had that idea.