A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

After being suppressed, this is the best they can do.

If those mirrors were also very close to Bray, perhaps they wouldn't even be able to create a reflection.

"Do you find it infuriating that those mimic beasts eat lower species?" Miriel suddenly asked.

“A little,” Bray replied casually.

"Ah, it was anger that drove you to hunt that poor mimic beast, and sure enough," His voice was tinged with laughter.

"However, you are different from the rumors; you are not a heartless person."

“I’m a human being after all, with all the emotions and desires,” Bray said.

He didn't understand why others thought he wouldn't get angry or feel depressed.

From any perspective, I am just an ordinary person, not an emotionless machine.

"That's strange, why are you angry?"

"When you eat livestock, do the livestock feel angry at you?"

"One side simply has the absolute ability to prey on the other."

"When you have the ability to hunt mimics, won't they also become your meal?"

“You lower races are not so noble,” Miriel said.

There are some questions that arise from the difference in perceptions between the superior and inferior races, and He does want to ask them.

“Some of us Silver Race are carnivorous, and you were quite angry when we ate you.”

"But I really don't understand, what exactly are you all angry about?"

"Are you angry that your position in nature has been lowered, or are there other reasons?"

Millil bombarded Bray with question after question, all of which were difficult to answer convincingly.

He actually heard many answers from lower species that they thought were correct, but in the end he just sneered and casually strangled those guys.

“Fear naturally breeds discontent, and discontent breeds anger…” Bray murmured.

"Forget it, don't ask me these kinds of questions. I'm not a philosopher," he quickly added.

I accidentally answered someone else's question, and since I'm not a philosopher, my answer is completely inaccurate.

"Are you like that too?" Milier asked with great interest, seemingly unconcerned.

“No, it’s for another reason,” Bray replied.

"Other reasons?"

"For personal reasons."

"Heh, we've gotten quite a few interesting answers. Well then, let's stop here." After testing Bray's strength, Miriel looked through the mist with interest at Bray, who was surrounded by mirrors.

His purpose had already been achieved; his conversation with Bray was merely out of interest and was entirely unnecessary.

However, being able to ask these questions was an unexpected bonus.

"Are you planning to leave?" Bray asked precisely, targeting Milier's true form within the mist.

No matter how many mirrors are in the way, no matter how thick the fog, it won't stop Bray from finding Milrier's location.

With a discerning eye, all illusions are meaningless.

“What? You intend to let me stay? You intend to let a Silver Race who insists on leaving stay?” Miriel laughed.

Admittedly, Milier didn't think he had much of a chance of defeating Takaman, that battle-crazed human.

However, even if the "hunter of demigods" can kill a silver-level being, why should he leave one alive?

If I'm not mistaken, most of the Silver Saints who died fighting Bray were those who refused to run away.

“Hmm,” Bray responded, his right eye revealing no hint of a joke.

"Hahaha, then tell me, how did you manage to forcibly leave behind a Silver Seed and a Demigod?" Miriel couldn't help but laugh.

As He laughed wildly, His misty body moved backward.

With these mirrors, which could continuously produce reflections, blocking Bray's way, he had plenty of time to leave.

However, He soon realized that something was wrong.

"It's been retained."

“…” Miriel did not continue to laugh loudly.

Because at this very moment, He was indeed left behind.

He and Bray found themselves in a huge fortress, though they didn't know when it started.

This is the enormous fortress in the "Black Key" mental world.

This time, however, he was standing inside with the enemy.

"Crack—" The mirror inside the fortress shattered with a loud crash.

Amidst the swirling silver fragments, a sword weaves through the chaos, its tip pointing directly at Miriel's true form.

“Human, are you deliberately holding back?” Miriel shouted.

“Of course not, it’s just that we’ve been talking for too long,” Bray replied.

If trapping a target like the world does is a simple matter, Al wouldn't have had a chance to escape.

The mental world of the "black key" is quite selective; it's not the kind of key that Bray can use whenever he wants.

Normally, it can only project the fortress, and it takes some effort to locate the fortress's position.

All I can say is that this silver-level being talks a lot.

"Clang—" Milier hastily used countless mirrors as shields in an attempt to block Bray's sword, but the sword easily pierced through the series of mirrors.

Miriel felt her life was threatened, but there was no need to panic.

He created distance as quickly as possible, but the furthest he could go was against the wall.

But this distance is enough, as long as it's not a distance where the concept of mines is seriously flawed.

Miriel pulled back the mirrored world and stepped inside.

But at that moment, Bray's sword also became stuck at the entrance between Miriel and the Mirror World. "Get out!!! Let go!" Miriel, who had previously been so relaxed, roared at Bray.

At this moment, He was confirming what Bray had said not long ago about the "reasons" that people would be angry.

At this moment, Miriel's heart was filled with fear.

It seems that lower and higher species do indeed have a lot in common, don't they?

After the crisp sound, the shards of the mirror suddenly multiplied like trees, surging towards the ground.

Bray, suspended in mid-air, had to pull out the sword that was blocking the gap between Miriel and the entrance.

But before that, Bray's sword struck Milier's body hard.

With a single sword strike, the mist instantly dissipated.

The dense fog that had formed from most of Miriel's body suddenly vanished, revealing Miriel's true form.

Beneath the mist was a small liquid sphere, inside which was a brain-like structure.

Just from its appearance, one can tell just how fragile Miriel's true form is.

The sword pierced into Miriel's body inch by inch, forcing him to let out a shrill scream.

Miriel is not a mimic; she possesses a keen sense of pain.

"Aaaaaah! Humans! You damned humans!" Miriel cursed Bray, but she couldn't stop Bray's sword from advancing.

At the critical moment, He moved His vital part to avoid the sword's trajectory.

After doing all this, one-third of Miriel's main body was forcibly cut off.

The severed portion turned into ordinary water in mid-air and fell to the ground like rain.

You look angry.

“You know, people like that usually don’t survive more than two episodes in a short play,” Bray said slowly, glancing at the mutilated Milier floating in the air.

With nowhere to grab onto in the air, Bray's body was falling downwards.

Just as Bray was about to use magic to create a foothold for himself, he was easily interfered with by Miriel using concepts.

The reflection of the foothold was moved to another location, which caused Bray to fall directly to the ground.

"..."

Bray didn't want to create a second foothold temporarily, but his prosthetic eye wouldn't allow it.

After fighting Takaman, Bray's prosthetic eye became somewhat unusable.

"How dare you mock me! You bastard! You actually mocked me!" Miriel said angrily as she repeatedly restored the misty parts of her body.

The fog once again enveloped the entire interior of the fortress, filling every corner.

This fog not only interferes with visibility, but also with all kinds of perception.

However, Miriel was very unlucky; his mind was not affected by the fog.

In Bray's perception, he clearly "watched" Miriel reopen the entrance to the mirror world, attempting to repeat his old trick.

Bray held the black sword in his hand and aimed it at Milier's location.

Miriel's main body is constantly shifting its position, and the core within that body is also shifting in sync.

You even have to guard against the opponent's concepts. Even if the opponent's concepts are suppressed, it still seems to have a good effect.

It's quite difficult to hit the target precisely.

Miriel was cunning; he released all his concepts far from Bray, maximizing the effect of his abilities as much as possible.

One minute he was having a philosophical discussion with Bray, the next he was about to flee in a sorry state.

He hadn't expected this to happen, but Bray's oppressive aura was simply too strong.

At this moment, He actually understood why Al was so afraid. This human was a hunter... a hunter just like a demon.

His situation wasn't much better than Al's; he just wouldn't be instantly killed.

Just as Miriel was momentarily gripped by fear, a sword came hurtling towards him, like a spear.

"Tear—" Miriel's body, buried in the mist, was easily torn apart.

The already damaged body was torn apart, leaving only a small part.

The remaining liquid could not completely encapsulate the core.

But he didn't die! He wasn't instantly killed by Bray's sword!

This is something to be overjoyed about!

The jewel-like structure of Miler, resembling a brain, was barely encased in liquid, yet it stubbornly preserved Miler's vitality.

It rained inside the fortress; the water was clear and transparent, but to Miriel, it was blood.

His blood filled the sky.

However, despite being in such a terrible state, Miriel still felt that she had gained something.

The reason is simple: He survived.

"I survived! Next time I'll definitely bring the other Silver Race members to kill you! Absolutely!"

"If one isn't enough, then two, three. You will definitely die, you will definitely die at the hands of the 'Alliance of the Gods'." The voice gradually faded away, and Miriel finally succeeded in entering the world of the mirror.

With only a small portion of his body remaining, he hid in another dimension.

Miriel escaped from the alternate dimension, and even the walls projected from the mental world could not stop her.

If Bray could jump into the air, he could use his longsword to tear open the alternate dimension, but the problem is he can't get up there.

"Missed..." Bray muttered to himself in disappointment, still in the motion of throwing the broadsword.

The broadsword that had torn Miriel apart was stuck straight into the wall.

The mimicry beast that had killed countless people and would continue to hunt them had escaped.

The silver species, which had intricate connections with that mimicry beast, also escaped.