A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Because of His distraction, the walls began to collapse, and the fierce attack suddenly ceased.

The attack suddenly stopped, and Dorothea was still a little disoriented, so she idly waved her cloak.

She could hear the maze master screaming with that stone face, and she could hear the cry of surprise and disbelief: "This shouldn't be happening."

However, she still couldn't see the footage of Bray hitting the other person.

In Dorothea's first-person perspective, she can only see Bray swinging his sword heavily at nothing in the world.

If Dorothea didn't know he had found the weakness of that silver species, she would have thought Bray was attacking thin air with all his might.

She glanced at the collapsed walls around her and casually crushed an arrow under her foot.

This should be considered a successful hit.

Indeed, Bray struck his opponent squarely, and the sword's power remained undiminished after tearing through the mask, falling straight to the ground.

A streak of ink sliced ​​through the mask, sliced ​​through the sky.

"How could you observe me? Impossible." Even now, He is still using words like "shouldn't" and "impossible."

Bray simply pointed to his right eye, which was covered by an eye patch, with his free right hand.

“Shrewdness,” he said.

"Mind's Eye? What are you talking about!" Although the mask was cracked, the powerful vitality of the maze's master meant he was still alive.

The effects of the concept are also becoming increasingly apparent.

To an outsider, Bray was a talking madman, because the maze master no longer used the stone faces on the walls to pretend to speak.

At this moment, He is communicating with Bray in His true form.

“Don’t ask me, I haven’t figured it out myself yet.” Bray shrugged.

To be honest, although Bray often uses his cunning, he has never actually studied what cunning really is.

Even the white-faced one who has reincarnated countless times has never studied the essence of the mind.

Because they were not scholars, but swordsmen.

Bray gripped his longsword tightly in his left hand and thrust it towards the cracked mask.

"Ping!" This time, the master of the maze finally extinguished all traces of his presence.

The "living stone wall" is no longer alive.

Thus, Dorothea successfully saw all the hidden truths.

"Disgusting." She glanced at the stone face in the sky and uttered a word.

The stone faces fell one after another, then shattered, like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"That frustrating thing is finally dead," Dorothea murmured, stretching her body.

There was nothing to be desired; Dorothea was very disgusted by this Silver-class fighting style.

A boring battle. After the battle ended, Dorothea kicked a pebble on the ground with her boot.

These rubble stones originally came from that impregnable wall.

However, while the wall was indeed sturdy, the wall itself was far more fragile than imagined, and Bray killed his opponent with a single sword strike.

Unlike the previous silver-grade ones, the master of the labyrinth was completely dead.

Ironically, He helped other Silver Races escape death, but He Himself was not saved.

He saved others, but died himself.

"Are these the invisible walls from before?" Dorothea looked around at the walls that had reappeared.

Without the concept of a demigod to sustain it, everything that constituted this labyrinth came into view of Dorothea.

Those walls, which were actually invisible, were much simpler than Dorothea had imagined.

“It’s not a colorful bubble wall at all,” she said, glancing at Bray beside her.

What Bray described to her was completely different from what she was seeing now.

“That’s what I saw from a different angle.” Bray sighed, unsure how to explain it to Dorothea.

However, now that the Silver Seed that was hiding the "Alliance of the Gods" has died, the "Alliance of the Gods" naturally has the possibility of being found.

“That guy’s dead. Now do you know where the ‘Alliance of the Gods’ is?” Dorothea asked.

“How could I possibly know?” Bray said helplessly, spreading his hands.

The silver-haired being also said that even if they killed Him, they still wouldn't be able to find the "alliance of the gods".

At best, it was the first step in finding the "union of the gods".

Bray has only just lifted the curtain; he hasn't even stepped onto the stage yet.

“Is that so? Then I’ll head back.” If Bray knew where the “Alliance of the Gods” was, Dorothea would have gone with them.

Dorothea disliked this group of demigods who were causing trouble on other people's continents.

She was certain she would find the right opportunity to locate the other party's headquarters.

But Bray's "How could she possibly know?" killed her interest.

I'll just go home.

"The airship has been destroyed," Bray kindly reminded Dorothea.

"..." The Empress remained silent, then withdrew her foot that had been taken out.

The airship exploded, and it would take a lot of time to walk back.

So she looked at Bray.

"Don't look at me." Bray shook his head desperately; even if he looked at him, the airship wouldn't get better on its own.

"What a waste of energy and time, and I haven't gained anything at all," Dorothea muttered, shaking her hand.

Not only that, there's also no quick way to get back.

“No, no, no, it would be too much to say that we gained nothing,” Bray quickly said.

The key Silver Seed has been killed; next, we need to find the headquarters of the "Alliance of the Gods".

However, time is running out for Bray, because given Umm Kandar's temperament, he will likely initiate the filing process soon.

It will be much more difficult for Bray to achieve "Gods United" again.

While Bray was frantically trying to find the "Alliance of the Gods" headquarters, Dorothea quietly took out a tower shield.

She placed the tower shield on the ground and sat on it.

"What are you doing?" Bray couldn't understand Dorothea's actions, what was with her sitting on the shield?

However, Dorothea did not seem to respond to Bray's question, but instead took out another long whip.

Friend, you seem to have a lot of questions right now.

It doesn't matter, Bray also has countless questions.

"???" Bray's mind was filled with questions.

But that didn't stop him from feeling a chill.

Almost instinctively, Bray took a few steps back.

"Come here," Dorothea said in a flat tone, making no attempt to discuss the matter with Bray.

Although Bray thought Dorothea was being too domineering and he didn't really want to listen to her.

But she had helped me a lot, so I should go and see what she was up to.

To Bray's surprise, as soon as he stepped in, Dorothea's whip lashed out.

Of course, Dorothea doesn't yet have any strange fetishes, and the whip she wields isn't for striking with grenades.

Dorothea used the whip as a rope, binding it directly around Bray's waist.

"0A-" Bray's expression was so surprised that you could easily guess what he was about to say.

Dorothea tugged at the rope, and after finding it securely tied, she nodded to herself.

“Take me back,” she said to Bray with an air of self-righteousness.

"..." Bray tried to remove the whip binding him, but the next second Dorothea cast a subtle glance at him.

That was a look that said, "She doesn't know what she'll do if you take the whip away."

His lifeless eyes looked helplessly at Dorothea, hoping that the empress would show leniency.

"I am not a horse."

"I know."

"I am not a slave either."

"I know."

"I..."

"Pull me back." Dorothea tugged at the rope.

"..." Bray didn't want to talk anymore.

So that's how it is. He understood; he was actually Dorothea's little follower.

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After leaving the special area of ​​that maze, the snow-white land came into view once again.

At first, you could see the black soil exposed on the snow, but later, the whole world was white.

Even the trees were suffocating under the weight of the snow.

On this snow-covered land, Bray is skating his way through the snow.

He had something resembling a rope tied around his waist, with Dorothea and her Great Tower Shield at the other end.

Now, Bray is leading Dorothea home.

Bray felt like he was pulling a sled, which was probably the tragedy of being a tool.

If you're riding a skateboard, you're a sled dog, and the tower shield is the sled.

He didn't want to say more about Dorothea's character; it would only bring tears to his eyes.

"Turn left now," Dorothea said, pointing in the direction.

“I know,” Bray sighed and replied.

Today's sled... oh, no, it's a skateboard.

The skateboard was exceptionally fast today because the main source of magic and inner energy was no longer Bray, but Dorothea.

Although Dorothea seemed listless, her magic for supplying the skateboard never stopped from beginning to end.

Moreover, the quantity is quite sufficient, making it at least ten times more reliable than Bray.

"Your balance is really good." Dorothea rubbed her sleepy eyes and casually complimented Bray.

As she spoke, tears welled in her eyes, as if she might fall asleep on the tower shield at any moment.

“You’re not bad either,” Bray said.

No normal person could sit so steadily on such a fast-moving shield.

I just don't understand what this Elf Queen is thinking. It's obviously difficult to use attack magic on the skateboard, and it's also troublesome to maintain balance on the shield.

But Dorothea preferred walking to walking. "You're very good." These were the first words a certain elven queen said to Bray after returning to Snowwind Keep.

"You flatter me," Bray replied modestly.

However, he also felt that since he had dragged Dorothea so far, it was only reasonable for him to be praised.

After resolving the objective, I returned to Snowwind Keep and finally had the leisure to take a walk around.

Dorothea did not go with Bray, seemingly having no intention of caring about him at all.

For her, she wouldn't go with Bray unless she could find the group's location immediately.

Because no matter what, she still has to stay here, so she has very little time to go out.