A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"I'm just an adventurer."

"We will find out whether it is true or not later."

And so Bray was thrown into jail.

Time has passed by indefinitely.

Inside a prison of unknown location, Bray gripped the iron bars in front of him, staring blankly out of the cell.

This is his single cell. To prevent prisoners from cooperating, all the cells have been separated.

It was indeed a clever move, but the problem was that Bray still didn't understand why he had been arrested.

Moreover, the soldier had said that he would later investigate whether he was an adventurer.

But after confiscating his belongings and putting him in prison clothes, they ignored him.

Even when Bray called out to them, they ignored him, as if they were already certain to be remnants of the Union army.

He had finally embarked on the path to becoming a hunter, only to encounter such bad luck.

It is estimated that many innocent people have also been imprisoned in this way.

What are these soldiers thinking? No, I should say, what are the people leading these soldiers thinking?

The soldiers arrested the mine simply because they were following orders; there was no right or wrong in it.

"Have they found out I'm not a soldier in the Federal Army?" Bray asked these questions many times, but there was no response.

The soldiers outside the railing exchanged a glance, then shook their heads without saying a word.

Bray released his grip on the iron bars, quite disappointed.

"What will happen to me after that?" he couldn't help but ask, wondering what his final fate would be.

“They will be executed,” a soldier sighed.

The soldiers also felt sorry for the guy, because Bray really looked innocent.

But their superiors would rather kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free.

Bray figured he couldn't escape either.

"..." Bray hesitated, then finally squatted down in the corner of the cell.

Maybe... it's the right thing to do is to honestly farm in Newham.

Becoming an adventurer was not for him; soon he was going to die.

His sister doesn't know about this yet... I wonder what Lux will do when she finds out he's dead.

Will I be very sad, or will I scold myself for being too stupid and unlucky?

If he could, Bray wouldn't want to see his sister cry.

Besides, what would happen to my sister's living expenses if I were gone? There can't be no one to take care of her.

Lux would be too lonely if she were left alone.

Just as Bray was feeling sorry for himself, the entire prison began to shake, as if the ground was trembling.

He instinctively grabbed the railing beside him to keep himself from being jostled so violently.

What's going on all of a sudden? Is this a sign that these guys are about to execute prisoners?

That's way too exaggerated.

But the soldiers' reaction below told Bray that this was not their fault.

"What on earth is going on?!" the soldier guarding the prisoners asked, somewhat bewildered.

"How should I know!" His companion, of course, had no idea what was happening.

"Ding!!! Ding!!! Ding!!!!" The prison alarm sounded.

"It's an alarm..."

"Something terrible has happened! Go get the support!"

The two soldiers looked at each other, knowing what the alarm meant.

They went up the stairs fully armed and did not continue to guard the prisoners.

"Hey, hey, hey!!" Seeing the soldiers leave without looking back, Bray reached his hand over the railing, trying to stop them.

Unfortunately, they had already left, leaving only the prisoners in the underground prison.

Immediately afterwards, the cell collapsed, and bricks and stones fell.

Bricks and stones rained down on Bray, making him dizzy and disoriented.

Finally, everything went black before Bray's eyes, and he knew nothing more about what happened afterward. Bray rubbed his groggy head and woke up from his deep sleep.

He opened his eyes and saw a prison in complete disarray.

The soldiers, who were originally wearing armor and equipped with weapons, were all knocked to the ground.

"Boom!!! Boom!!!!" A deafening roar echoed in my ears, the source of which was above.

So Bray instinctively looked up in the direction of the sound.

He saw a demon as huge as a lighthouse.

Although I don't know why, I just know that this is a demon.

The demon's upper body was exposed above the ground; his body and hands were bound by chains, leaving him with no freedom.

His name is Garuda, and Bray knew that his name was Garuda.

This kind of knowledge that appears inexplicably in one's mind usually makes people very confused.

For some reason, Bray didn't feel uncomfortable at all and accepted it all very easily.

The enormous demon noticed Bray the moment Bray looked at it.

He casually tossed the soldier he was spinning on the ground and leaned towards it with interest.

Bray panicked when he saw the monster rushing towards him.

If you want to know why, when you see such a huge monster coming towards you, wouldn't you panic?

Bray doesn't consider himself a tough guy with exceptional mental fortitude.

He even thought he must be having a nightmare, otherwise how could he encounter such a thing?

That said, although he knew this was a demon, he had no idea what a demon was or where it came from.

Seriously, there's so much to complain about, there's nowhere to begin.

“Breaklas—” the demon uttered Breklas’s name.

Upon hearing the demon call out his name, Bray's heart skipped a beat, and he almost fell to the ground.

How did this guy know my name? Is he someone I know?

But Bray didn't know this devil in Newham, and besides, what kind of guy with such a strong body would live in town?

"You know my name?" Bray, still shaken, blurted out his doubts without thinking.

"Of course I know, everyone knows."

"Huh?" A big question mark appeared above Bray's head. Was he a celebrity now?

But why doesn't Bray have any of these feelings? Even if he goes to the Adventurers' Guild, no one will recognize him as Braycras.

"Alright, enough with the nonsense," Garuda said impatiently.

"..." Bray felt that Garuda had already said a lot of nonsense, and it was all just bluffing.

"Did you lose this wooden bow or this iron bow?" Garuda opened his large hands.

In the palm of the large hand lay two bows, one made of wood and the other of iron, just as Garuda had described.

Bray's head was filled with more and more questions, but he still obediently pointed his own hand at the wooden bow.

“What I lost was wooden… no, it was confiscated,” Bray said tremblingly.

Although he really wanted the iron one, Bray felt he couldn't lift it, and lying might cause trouble.

So Bray obediently pointed to the wooden bow.

“You are a very honest human being, Brayclas,” Garuda praised Bray without reservation.

"Thank you for the compliment." Bray accepted Garuda's praise with a bit of embarrassment.

"So I'm returning the wooden bow to you." Garuda carefully placed the wooden bow on the ground and also gave Bree a set of arrows.

Then He casually tossed the iron bow behind him and left it there.

"That's...that's it?" Bray was a little unsure if things were really over, so he tried asking.

No matter how you look at it, something seems off.

This demon had destroyed the entire prison, yet he was so polite to me; it was simply illogical.

“Of course, it’s not just that,” Garuda said in a sinister tone.

Bray was instantly drenched in cold sweat, and he said things couldn't be that simple.

“I prefer to do business with honest people,” He said.

"A deal? What do you want from me?"

“There’s nothing special about it. I want your left eye, is that alright?” Garuda said.

“…” Bray fell silent.

"Don't worry, I will give you a very generous reward, treasure, equipment, fame, anything."

“I only want your left eye, but you can get anything from me.” Garuda said in a very generous manner.

"Why do you want my left eye...?"

“I want it, that’s all,” Garuda explained to Bray in a very casual tone.

“What would you do if I didn’t want the deal?” Bray swallowed hard and asked.

"If you can't do anything, you'll just feel it's a pity, because honest people are very hard to find."

“Look at all the people on this earth, they are all dishonest,” Garuda said regretfully.

"dishonest?"

“Yes, dishonest,” Garuda said, but did not explain to Bray in detail why these people were dishonest.

"Although I feel it's a pity I can't have your left eye, I'll still give you a small gift," He said generously to Bray.

Then He slammed His hand on the ground, and flames and ice intertwined, creating a bow in the middle.

The bow is made of a strange metal and has a somewhat ferocious shape, just like the image of a demon.

When Bray saw the bow, his eyes widened in disbelief.

“It’s not anything special, but I think it’s enough for you,” Garuda said.

This is a bow that He kept in His own collection. He rarely used it himself, so it would be a good gift.

It would be a waste to keep it anyway.

“Isn’t this a good thing?” Bray thought Garuda might have some misunderstanding about “not a good thing”.

"Well then, goodbye." Garuda drew a magic circle on the spot.

Countless chains, even denser than those that originally bound Garuda, extended from the complex magic array and gripped his body.

Garuda, who was being held back, was slowly dragged into the magic circle, not knowing where it would be taken.

Even after Garuda was completely dragged away, Bray still stood there dumbfounded.

The surrounding area was littered with people lying dead, some alive and some dead; the buildings had all been destroyed, making it a scene of utter disaster.

But at this disaster site, Bray had just chatted with a demon who caused the disaster, and the demon even gave him a bow that looked quite impressive.

"This..." Bray's small eyes were filled with huge confusion (O_o)??

However, he eventually picked up the bow that Garuda had placed on the ground.

Since it's a gift from the other party, why not accept it?