A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"And I'm the one who should be saying thank you. Thank you for letting me say so much; it makes me feel much better." She suddenly felt much lighter after saying so much.

Perhaps she could endure this torment for a little longer.

Before Bray chased her to her home and asked her these questions, she was terrified. The contrast with her current state is stark.

Bray had no intention of lingering in someone else's house for too long, and after getting the answers he wanted, he prepared to leave.

After all, he couldn't just say, "Miss, may I stay here for the night?" and then continue the discussion.

If he said that, he'd probably be labeled a pervert or a lecher.

However, he thought that his direct questioning would yield no results, but the outcome was unexpectedly good.

It seems that I was right to treat people sincerely, and the Claes family motto was absolutely correct.

Although the family motto of the Claes family was entirely written by Bray himself.

"I hope you get a good night's sleep," Bray said to the other person before leaving.

The elf stood there stunned for a long, long time. When he came to his senses and tried to say something, Bray was already gone.

"Get a good night's sleep..." She really hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

Beforehand, Georgia told herself, "I hope you'll like this place."

Bray has been to many places, both normal and abnormal places in Capras.

He finds it hard to say which place he dislikes, because he still has a strong desire to explore new and exciting worlds.

Whenever he goes to a new place, Bray feels it's nice and likes it.

Bray likes the safe zone he's in now.

The area is covered in snow and features unique tree-built houses.

The snow, mixed with the natural greenery, makes it a very special place.

But if asked to live here, he could only politely decline.

He didn't want to be managed by a group of silver-level creatures; to put it nicely, it was management, but to put it bluntly, it was being kept in captivity.

Bray arrived at the entrance to the safe zone and looked at his right arm.

Although his right arm is still flexible and he can wield a sword, it's not quite what it used to be like.

Bray's right arm wound healed, but it left behind an unsightly scar that looked like an earthworm crawling around it.

"Bray, are you leaving?" As Bray was lost in thought, Georgia rushed over from behind him.

"Leave?" Bray tilted his head, puzzled.

"Isn't that right? I saw you seemed to have a conflict with someone just now, and I thought you were going to leave like that." Not only Georgia, but also some other people saw Bray chasing someone.

It's just that people didn't pay attention to it at first.

Georgia came to talk to Bray because she knew him.

She was also one of those who sacrificed others, but can you just call her an utterly wicked person?

It's hard to judge.

“It wasn’t friction, just a few words exchanged.” Bray shook his head.

"If you don't believe me, you can go and see her. She's perfectly fine." He added this to make sure the elves didn't think he was being cruel.

"If that's the case, what are you going out to do?"

“The only thing I’m good at is hunting, going out hunting,” Bray explained to Georgia.

Bray wasn't lying; he was going hunting, but not with ordinary monsters or beasts.

He was going to the beach to find that creature that looked like a giant eel.

Bray planned to kill the giant eel, along with Norsenkamen on the other side.

I wonder if it will be easy to deal with something that's so big.

Even though he was good at fighting large monsters, he was somewhat powerless against monsters that were too big.

No matter how easily your sword breaks through someone's defenses, the damage it inflicts is likely to be roughly equivalent to a mosquito bite.

If that happens, Bray might as well make a run for it.

"In that case, you should take a bow with you," Georgia said, making a gesture as if she were about to hand the bow to Bray.

“Uh, no need, I have other methods,” Bray said. Even if you gave him a bow, he wouldn’t know how to use it.

“I prefer digging traps,” he said expressionlessly.

"I see."

"Yes, but the success rate cannot be guaranteed."

"Good luck then." Georgia gave Bray a slight gesture, then left.

That's not a special gesture; it's a gesture used by the elves of the Northern Continent to bless others.

Watching Georgia's departing figure, Bray subconsciously pinched his chin.

He wasn't thinking about Georgia; he was thinking about the entire safe zone.

Putting aside whether he could actually kill the excessively large Silver-type creature, even if he did, would this safe zone change anything?

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Indeed, it's unclear whether eliminating the Silver Seeds equates to solving the safe zone problem.

He wasn't even sure if dealing with the silver seed was necessary.

But all he can do now is hunt this demigod.

Besides that, he can't do anything; he doesn't know how to do ideological work or how to develop the economy.

It's also possible that after killing the demigod who manages the safe zone, this place will descend into endless chaos.

Yes, the future can be predicted, but not guaranteed.

Bray's actions could have been right or wrong.

But so what? It's better than standing still.

Bray sat on the shore with his fishing rod in hand, enjoying the cold sea breeze.

He gazed calmly at the sea, awaiting Tron's arrival.

This is the spot where Bray first saw that giant eel when he arrived.

He was thinking that maybe if he just sat there and waited, he could encounter that demigod who would inexplicably jump out of the sea.

But after waiting for several hours, he saw nothing but waves and sea breeze.

It's not that nothing happened; Bray unexpectedly caught one or two fish near the sea.

If nothing else is going on, I'll only be able to take a few fish home tonight to make soup.

Why is there absolutely no sound...?

Suddenly, Bray realized something and understood why he had been sitting there for so long without getting a response.

He released his aura and let it emanate from the seaside.

Rather than describing it as "aura," it would be more accurate to describe it as "presence."

Everyone in the "Alliance of the Gods" knows Bray.

Therefore, as long as Bray doesn't hold back, the surrounding silver-type creatures will pounce on him like sharks smelling blood.

Of course, Bray didn't flaunt his presence recklessly; he didn't want a bunch of Silver Seeds swarming over.

He simply wanted the large eel named Troon to know that he was waiting there.

"It's on the hook." Bray abruptly reeled in the fishing rod, pulling up a struggling fish.

At the same time, a giant fish raised its head from the sea.

The moment He looked up, the sea seemed to part.

Countless drops of seawater flowed down from His head, forming waterfalls.

The sound of rushing water crashing against the shore was incessant.

Only the head appeared in Bray's line of sight for the time being, while the rest of the body was hidden in the vast sea.

If we don't bring Him out into the open, no one can accurately estimate how long He can last.

This is the "Road to the Sea" that Bray had been waiting for for so long.

The name "Road to the Sea" is indeed very fitting, because Tron is like a wide road on the sea.

Even if its tail is above the surface of the sea, people still cannot see from one end to the other.

"The hunter of demigods"—(unknown language) Tron's sentence was expressed in just a few syllables with constantly changing intonation.

It sounded like bells ringing from an ancient land.

Then, Bray couldn't understand what the other person was saying at all.

However, Bray could finally confirm that the reason he couldn't wait for this guy was entirely because he had activated "invisibility".

It would be much easier if you just exposed yourself.

Faced with a demigod equivalent to a natural disaster, Bray remained seated on the shore, showing no intention of getting up immediately.

“I don’t understand. Speak Common.” He calmly reeled in his fishing rod and the fish. Bray stood very close to the sea, and could faintly sense the breath of that demigod.

It's possible that the sea breeze he's feeling is actually the other person's breath.

Bray's routine when he goes to a new continent is to arrive at a safe zone and then go kill Silver-level monsters.

They kept repeating similar behaviors.

Whenever I go to a safe zone, if there are silver-quality animals there, I will naturally go hunting for them.

Although doing so would help those in the safe zone, Bray was somewhat numb to it.

After becoming accustomed to killing, people become numb, and once numb, many things become quantifiable.

Only then would Bray understand why Carrasco could simultaneously hold two completely different ideas: "making people happy" and "human lives can be quantified."

If you're killing people, and in large numbers, you'll eventually become numb to it.

Just like how it will happen after Bray kills a lot of Silver Beings.

Even if he doesn't know whether he can defeat his opponent, he will still stand in front of him with a blank expression.

It's as if fighting is something that's perfectly natural.

It was awful; this feeling made Bray very uncomfortable.

“The hunter of demigods, do you know where you are?” A muffled, thunderous voice came from Tron’s mouth.

Because He realized that Bray could not understand His words, He switched to the Common Language.

Normally, He also uses the Common Language to communicate with mortals in the safe zone.

Now, when speaking with Bray, His pronunciation is very clear, although an accent is still unavoidable.

“The Northern Continent,” Bray said. Isn’t this the Northern Continent?

“No, this is our territory,” Troon corrected Bray.

The Northern Continent is where most of the members of the "Alliance of the Gods" are now located.

Although it is impossible to reach the headquarters of the "Alliance of the Gods" by normal means, it is located here.

Even if you can't see or touch it, it is still there.

The Northern Continent is also the place most affected by the Silver Seeds, even more so than the Central Continent, Eastern Continent, and Western Continent.

Many of the operations that the Silver Species wanted to perform were successfully carried out in the Northern Continent.

It's not so much that the Silver Race wanted it, but rather that one of the things the Demigod Lord hoped to see was to keep these lower races domesticated.

Even though the existence of lower species poses a certain threat to the silver species, that threat all comes from a few strong individuals.

Most people pose no threat whatsoever, so it's fine to "use" their value from a different perspective.

Human thinking can be complex or simple.