A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Uh..." Seeing Dorothea's calm reaction, Bray felt that he was a bit ignorant.

But a house that can shrink and expand... this world is truly amazing.

Why didn't Bray realize how incredible the world was before?

Even though he saw things like time reversal and the creation of void, he still felt that nothing surprised him as much as this house.

Perhaps the house is very practical, while everything else seems too ethereal?

Anyway, Bray lived outside, always wearing dirty clothes and eating whatever he hunted.

Dorothea, on the other hand, lived a very refined life, which was nothing like the apocalypse.

Her clothes were clean before the battle, and she wasn't covered in dust.

It was just stained with a little blood after the battle.

So she had borrowed water from Bray to wash herself.

Bray wouldn't take a shower or change clothes until the very last moment.

But anyway, with nothing to worry about at night, Bray can finally sleep peacefully.

The injured dragon was also fast asleep inside the house, which conveniently separated Bray from Dorothea.

"Can't you say so now if you want to do it?" Bray asked after finishing his rations.

"It's pointless to say anything now, and it's not easy to explain anyway," Dorothea said softly, leaning against the dragon.

She closed her eyes, preparing to rest for a while.

“Tell me a little bit, don’t keep me in suspense,” Bray said.

"..." Dorothea frowned, seemingly considering whether to say something now.

Because of the dragon between them, Bray had no idea what Dorothea's expression was like.

“Do you remember the real world?” Dorothea paused for a few seconds before mentioning the word that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Bray.

"..." Bray didn't answer for a moment.

“That’s the opportunity I was talking about,” Dorothea said.

The real world is a place without a clear entrance, a place where even how to get in is unclear.

“I’m planning to find a way into the real world,” she continued.

“And then what happens once you go inside?” Bray asked a very pointed question.

Yes, what happens after entering the real world?

Even if we could find the will of the world, what difference would it make?

The white face found the will of the world in order to obtain permission to rewind time.

But what about them? Do they want the will of the world to kill all the higher species?

This is a demand that the world's will could never agree to. Even without being asked, Bray could assert that the world's consciousness would not agree.

The world's will can give people the power to heal her, but it cannot heal itself.

The will of the world can give people the power to choose, but it cannot choose what to do.

She is such a special person that even calling her a wishing machine isn't quite accurate.

“Drive out the higher species once again, and then give us the means to repair the walls,” Dorothea said without hesitation.

This is why she wants to find the will of the world.

“Really? That sounds good,” Bray replied.

He admired Dorothea a little; she was able to make such a decisive choice.

If Bray were to stand before the will of the world, he certainly wouldn't know what wish to make.

If it were me, I would definitely be chatting idly with the world's will somewhere.

And in the end, I didn't make a single wish, goodbye, I wasted this precious opportunity.

Dorothea's statement seems to make sense, but isn't this still "starting over"?

Nothing substantial has changed.

"But in the end, nothing changed, did it?"

"Do you have any good ideas?" Dorothea asked earnestly.

She wasn't joking; she genuinely wanted to know what this strange man would do.

“I don’t have any ideas. It seems unlikely that I’ll think things through in advance,” Bray shrugged.

He is not the kind of person who plans ahead; most of the choices he makes are made in the moment.

Every time I "plan," I end up making a mess of things.

"Is that so?" Dorothea sighed helplessly; she had hoped to hear something meaningful.

"So you know how to enter the real world?"

"I have some guesses, but it's not clear enough to explain here in a short time."

“To explain this clearly, you need to come back to Snowwind Keep with me,” Dorothea said.

"Hmm," Bray responded, without asking any further questions.

The true world, the will of the world... After thinking of these two words, Bray looked a little dazed.

The white face didn't mention the world's will, nor did it mention how to get to the true world.

But there is no doubt that he has seen the will of the world more than once.

Some versions of themselves in different timelines successfully found the world's will.

I don't know what they said to the world's will, especially the white face.

Did he express all sorts of wishes, but ultimately couldn't change anything?

Probably so. So, if this opportunity were presented to Bray, would he be able to succeed?

If that's how you think about it, then Bray thinks he's really too arrogant.

"I hope we can get to Snowwind Keep soon," Bray said softly, clutching his sword.

Dorothea did not respond, for she had already fallen into a deep sleep. Two days later, Dorothea finally returned to Snowwind Keep with Bray.

In Snowwind Keep, Dorothea still seems to be respected by the people who live there.

Perhaps it's because this is where Dorothea's influence is greatest.

Dorothea's residence in Snowwind Keep was not large; she kept only a small part of the enormous palace for herself.

Other areas have been used to expand into more practical zones, such as residential areas and distribution areas, all of which require space.

Dorothea herself didn't need a large room to show off her grandeur, so it didn't matter to her.

The palace, now covered in ice and snow, bears the marks of the silver race that once trampled upon it.

Even those crushed areas were used to build various structures.

People come and go, like a microcosm of the city.

“This place isn’t bad,” Bray said to Dorothea after looking around.

It wasn't that Bray was being flattering; Snowwind Keep truly didn't exude an incongruous atmosphere.

Even amidst the ice and snow, one can still feel the "vitality".

This vitality is fundamentally different from the vitality of the villages I encountered before.

But Bray was at a loss for words and didn't know how to describe it.

By the way, the vitality inside Snowwind Fortress still carries the embers of life, while the vitality of that village is merely the residual heat of ashes.

Furthermore, Bray did not notice the three women at Snowwind Keep.

What were those three women called again? I think they were the Three Warriors... the Three Warrior Princesses.

"None of your three men are here."

“They’ve all gone elsewhere,” Dorothea said.

Dorothea alone is enough for this place; it would be a waste to have all three warrior princesses record this place.

"Come this way." Dorothea led Bray to her place.

Once inside, Bray discovered that Dorothea's residence was not the boudoir he had imagined.

Unlike Dorothea's usual somewhat "luxurious" life, she lived in a very simple place.

Even the cracks in the walls allow snow to drift in from time to time.

"Isn't it cold?" Bray couldn't help but complain about the place, since it seemed even simpler than Dorothea's cabin.

At least the wooden house had all four walls intact, but the rooms in this palace had cracks.

"not cold."

Dorothea couldn't understand what Bray was thinking. Her body wasn't bothered by the cold at all; in fact, the snow drifting in was quite refreshing.

"Even if this house collapses, it won't kill me, so you don't need to worry too much."

As Dorothea said this, she walked to the bookshelf in her room.

She just left many of her things here so casually, without any intention of hiding them.

They seemed completely unafraid that someone would steal their things.

"Found it." After searching for a while on the simple bookshelf, Dorothea pulled out a stone slab.

“Do you remember this?” She waved the stone slab in her hand, trying to evoke Bray’s memory.

"You still want to travel to the Second Era?" Bray didn't think he had the memory of a fish, so naturally he remembered the stone tablet.

However, if Dorothea intends to find the true world through another historical recollection of the stone tablets, then Bray believes that this is not feasible.

Because the real world wasn't inside the stone slab; rather, they just happened to enter the real world through the stone slab.

“I’ve been there more than once,” she said calmly.

“…” Bray wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.

Although Bray didn't seem that surprised, he was still taken aback.

It turns out that Dorothea had reviewed history many times, and Bray had never used that stone tablet again after the first time.

"What about your piece? I want to compare them and see what the difference is." Dorothea stretched out her fair hand toward Bray's.

“It was returned to someone else,” Bray sighed.

The stone tablet had long been returned to Nicopolis, who felt there was no point in keeping it.

"..." Dorothea withdrew her hand, looking somewhat bored.

I had originally wanted to see what the other stone slab looked like here in Brae.

Bray is such a spoilsport.

"To be honest, I already know quite a lot about the Second Age."

"Uh...yes." Bray could only nod; the history class representative was not someone to mess with.

"At first, I also tried to repeat our previous path to find the real world."

“But I found that the road was still there, but I couldn’t go in.” Dorothea tossed the stone slab to Bray.

There's no special meaning behind it; it's just that Dorothea didn't want to take it.

“The road is there, but the entrance isn’t,” Bray muttered to himself, examining the stone slab in his hand.

"In other words, the stone tablet can take people to the real world, but the conditions are not yet met." Dorothea spread her hands, sat down in her chair, and crossed her legs.

"Are there any other conditions?" Bray was also a little curious about how to enter the real world.

"I don't know," Dorothea answered without hesitation.

Without any predecessors or data, it was indeed very unlikely that she would know the conditions for entering the real world.

It was already incredible that she could find out which path she had taken to the real world from the stone slab.