A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

However, it's also possible that I returned to when I was nineteen.

Time was slipping away second by second, yet I was trapped in a dream.

In a sense, one has already achieved "immortality." Death gazes upon one, yet can never get close.

The dreams here are beautiful, though sometimes absurd, but always wonderful.

But real life isn't a fairy tale; it's not that smooth sailing.

And Bray doesn't intend to live in a dream forever.

If he hadn't woken up, he wouldn't have felt any pain living here forever.

However, things were different when he woke up. He knew what had happened, he knew...

Bray returned to the world of early spring and stood under a tree in his hometown.

He handed the folded piece of drawing paper to Nia.

The wind came back from afar, the grass on the ground tilted and fell from the trees, landing on Bray's hair.

"Wow! It's good to leave!" Despite the extra crease on the drawing paper, Nia didn't care.

All she knew was that her husband was incredibly capable, managing to win her back.

"Wow, you're really going all out!" Naruko exclaimed as she moved closer to Nia.

She didn't expect Bray to actually run all the way and retrieve the painting.

"Hehe, Mom's hair is making me so itchy." Naruko's hair tickled Nia, and Nia couldn't help but giggle.

Bray watched the mother and daughter silently and quietly.

Levy stood beside Bray, tilting her head slightly in confusion.

“Bray, Bray, are you unhappy?” Levy asked.

“No.” Bray shook his head gently; he wasn’t unhappy.

On the contrary, he feels that his current days are peaceful and wonderful.

Although it's all fake, just a pipe dream, there's no denying that it's not truly wonderful.

"Then why doesn't Bray smile? Bray looks really good when he smiles!" Levy raised her paw and pounced on Bray's back, saying cutely 0V0.

“You’re mistaken, I don’t smile much.” Bray put Levy down from his back, then hugged her and said.

"Really? Then Levy must have misremembered!" Levy had no doubt whatsoever.

Bray was right; Bray wouldn't lie to Levy, she had always firmly believed that.

"Bang! Hug Nia too!" Nia opened her arms, stood on tiptoe, and wanted Bray to hug her too.

Nia sometimes cries for no reason, but when she's not crying or making a fuss, she's a really good child.

Levy jumped down from Bray's arms to make room for Nia.

Nia's expectant look was exactly the same as Levy's usual expression 0V0.

Seeing his daughter's expression, Bray picked her up and placed her on his shoulder.

"So high! So high!" Nia exclaimed excitedly, clutching the drawing paper.

Sitting on Bray's shoulders, Nia felt like she was almost reaching the branches by sheer willpower.

Naruko rubbed her hands together and walked towards Bray with a mischievous grin.

"Um, what about me?" Naruko practically pressed her face against Bray's.

However, Bray pushed him away with obvious disdain.

"Just watch."

"Bray, you still say you're not a doting father!"

“Of course not,” Bray said calmly.

"Don't think I'll hug you just because you say that."

"Isn't that right, baba?" Nia looked like she was about to cry.

After a few seconds of silence, Bray changed his tune.

"That's it."

The family spent their day under the tree, just like any other.

Joyful, yet utterly ordinary.

Naruko still loves to cause trouble. After snatching Nia, she took her own daughter to play "Flying".

Levy remained lazy, always basking in the sun and leisurely wagging her tail.

After Naruko had her fill of fun, she and Nia drank juice together. Towards the end, her daughter was perfectly fine, but she started acting crazy while drunk.

"Hahaha! You're such a spirited young man!!" Naruko chased after Breeman in the field.

Bray was only running slowly to cooperate with Naruko; otherwise, he could have easily tied her up.

"No, you're not a 'young man' anymore!"

"You... um... those eyes... should be called dead fish eyes~" Naruko drunkenly hugged Bray and rubbed against him, drooling all over him.

"I told you before, these kinds of eyes suit you better. The 'young and energetic' look just seems a bit odd."

Naruko spoke as if she were drunk, but what she said made people wonder if she was actually drunk.

"It looks like it's raining." Naruko, still half asleep, noticed that she felt a little wet and couldn't help but say.

"Yes, it's raining," Bray said casually.

"Let's go find shelter from the rain~ Hehe~" I thought Naruko had woken up, but the "hehe" at the end betrayed her.

"No need, the weather is fine."

"Hey, didn't you say it was going to rain?" Naruko said, feeling herself being hugged.

She still doesn't understand what that rainwater actually is.

“…” Bray didn’t speak, he just closed his eyes.

Its body was soft and warm.

It's quite warm when you hug it.

Exactly the same, really exactly the same, I have no idea I'm dreaming.

"Brey, you seem really strange today," Naruko mumbled, looking like she was about to fall asleep.

“I also feel like I’m acting strange today,” Bray said, without denying it.

"See? It really is strange."

"Don't just leave without a word~" Naruko said, pointing at Bray's nose, and then fell asleep in his arms the next second.

"I should be saying that to you."

“You’re as irresponsible as ever,” Bray said in a very soft voice.

He felt the afterglow of the setting sun and the soft breathing of Naruko in his arms.

It was only morning, and suddenly it's sunset.

Is this dream making allowance for me? Well then, Bray should say thank you.

He brushed aside Naruko's messy hair from playing around, then carried her home.

"Baba, what's wrong, Mom?" Nia poked her head out of the house and asked cautiously.

“He was just drunk,” Bray replied casually.

Can you get drunk from drinking fruit juice?

"She can get drunk on anything, and sometimes she can drink anything without getting drunk."

“Your mother does whatever she feels like,” he shrugged and explained to Nia.

“Naruko is an amazing person,” Levy added from behind Nia. =V=

Bray tried to smile, but once he regained his senses, his smile became stiff.

In the blink of an eye in his dream, half of his life had passed. Almost half of Bray's life had passed in his dream.

However, time in dreams is clearly different from time in the real world.

It's only been about half a day since Bray started dreaming.

However, in less than half a day—

Nearly half of the world was swallowed up, and the remaining areas were distorted beyond recognition by an excessively powerful concept.

Even the northern continent, which should have been covered in ice and snow, was melted away by the intense heat of the light.

Between the distant glaciers, light condenses into blocks, crushing each piece of ice.

The light-formed block continues to emit light, and everything touched by the light is eventually assimilated into the same block.

Dorothyta stood on the still-intact walls of Snowwind Keep, raised her head, squinted, and looked at the instigator.

Abnormal light surges are certainly not a natural phenomenon.

No, if the gold itself represents "nature," then this can also be attributed to a natural phenomenon.

"Ezora the Dawn's Daughter".

The gods, with their solemn titles, were anything but ruthless when it came to destroying the continent.

Ezos was as large as a statue in front of a palace, and most of his body was a pale gold.

She wore armor similar to that of a Valkyrie, and had a pair of enormous wings on her back, each feather of which was formed from light.

It's unclear what his connection is with "The Son of Light, the Lightbringer."

But Ezos' most striking features are not in these areas.

It is His head.

His head is clearly a woman's face, but it is indistinguishable from a statue.

It is so smooth and stiff that it can even reflect light.

The color of both eyes is the same as the skin color, with no distinction between the whites of the eyes and the pupils.

His figure was beautiful and could easily arouse desire, if it weren't for that strange neck.

Although Ezos's face is stiff, it is absolutely beautiful from the perspective of the statue alone.

But that neck ruins the harmony between the body and the face.

Ezos had a very long neck, which allowed his head to twist and turn at various angles, making him more like a grotesque monster than a holy god.

"Ding-a-ling—" The holy bell rang, and He slowly and deliberately arrived in front of Snowwind Fortress.

His arrival effortlessly filled the surroundings with light.

After the flash, the space was empty, but unlike the kind of emptiness that is reduced to nothingness, it felt like a "cathedral hall" where nothing remained.

It's so ethereal that it can make you lose yourself.

But the light did not destroy the walls beneath Dorothea's feet.

Dorothea stared at Erzos, who was high above her, her face expressionless.

Just one glance was enough for Dorothea to tell herself that she had no chance of winning.

She is not an insecure person, but unfortunately, facts speak louder than words.

No matter how many Silver-type parts Dorothea possessed, it was not enough for her to defeat the true god.

so...

So what? Ezreal is a true god, so what?

What does it matter whether someone is a god or not, or a mortal or not?

The people of Baiting Kingdom are still here, therefore Baiting Kingdom still exists.

And there is no doubt that she is the queen of Baiting Kingdom.