A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Fortunately, Bray didn't have to walk very far to get back to the restaurant.

After all, Newham is only a small town, not the capital.

Every time the topic of the capital city comes up, Bray feels compelled to complain.

He didn't care that Carrasco was the first emperor of the "Van Carrair".

He didn't want to care about many things related to this country.

But...

Carrasco, that guy, actually married his sister without saying a word thirty years ago, before he even returned to the Central Plains.

At that time, there were many questions on Bray's mind.

He really wanted to ask his sister what exactly happened during that time.

Of all people, it had to be Carrasco. Bray almost vomited blood.

Is Carrasco deliberately trying to annoy me?

If I were younger, I would definitely roll up my sleeves and kill him.

Unconsciously, he arrived at his small restaurant.

"Ah... Nia even has a child now. Time really flies," Bray murmured, looking at the wooden door.

He always has a feeling of "getting old", but it's not too uncomfortable.

After all, Bray has experienced aging firsthand, and he just feels a little sentimental about it.

"Boss, are you still open?" A few young men waiting for breakfast at the door asked timidly to Bray, who had been stunned for a moment.

“Of course I’ll open it.” Bray’s restaurant is located in a not-so-bustling corner of Newham.

In front of the restaurant, there is a very peculiar tree that blooms with pink flowers that look like little lanterns every spring.

And now, it just so happens to be springtime.

Flowers, in full bloom, slowly fell and carpeted the steps in front of the door.

The restaurant is made of wood and has no particularly luxurious decorations.

Strictly speaking, his sister was related to the founding emperor, making Bray a member of the imperial family.

However, he has never used this identity, and perhaps no one knows that he actually knows the Empress.

And those who know this identity probably don't care.

For example, Virginia, the former princess, would occasionally bring her maid to her restaurant for a meal.

He'll casually chuckle and call me a "heartless man," then leave.

But I'm already over sixty years old, so is the term "heartless man" no longer appropriate?

Even former soldiers will bring their wives to complain about how terrible their new country is.

Bray was already tired of hearing this fellow old man's complaints.

So what happened to the saying that soldiers die young because they shorten their lifespan? This guy is always lying.

To Bray's dismay, when Nia turned eighteen, she took her sword and camera and went to fight against the Golden Seeds with others.

This child clearly already knew he wanted to leave, yet he still went to all this trouble to ask for my opinion.

Bray simply said that she was just like Naruko, and that she should just keep her from losing her life.

More than ten years later, she returned to meet with Bray and said that the people had succeeded in their struggle, and that she had also found a boyfriend.

This is even more shocking than Lux marrying Carrasco.

A dead fish eye that will shock you for a hundred years.

Unable to understand, Bray could only say that the world is truly amazing; he was indeed only in his sixties, so young.

In the end, Rebecca is still the best.

At this moment, Levy was holding a plate in each hand and dragging a plate with her tail.

Bray is an irresponsible cook, and Levy is an irresponsible waitress.

Thirty years later, Levy had grown into a beautiful young woman, no longer the little girl she once was.

Although Levy can still only be described as cute, there is no doubt that she has grown up.

Just like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl.

And it seems that Levy's growth stopped after that, and she didn't continue to grow.

Bray even asked Levy if she would still look this young when she was a hundred years old.

Levy simply tilted her head and said she didn't know.

Yes, Levy knows nothing and enjoys a carefree life.

"Everything you ordered is here 0V0!" Levy said cutely, throwing all the food she was carrying onto a table.

The dishes clattered on the table.

Then, after saying that, he left a blur and went back to the kitchen to get the other dishes.

"Fireball, collect the money," Bray said, raising his right eye to Fireball, who was yawning.

After hesitating for a while, the fireball obediently went to collect money from the customers, meowing loudly.

The customers were already used to this "cat" that only collected money.

"Creak—" The door was pushed open while everyone else was eating.

But a stranger entered—a woman of unparalleled beauty.

"Is Blakelas here?" The woman casually found a place to sit down.

The people around her couldn't take their eyes off her.

She is not only beautiful, but her voice also has a unique charm that captivates listeners.

Not only male diners, but female diners were also deeply captivated by the sounds.

Levy stood there in a daze for a long time, and Fireball even forgot to count the money.

The only one who remained unaffected was that old man in his sixties with gray hair.

“So you’re a rare guest.” Bray glanced at the seemingly unfamiliar woman and said casually.

Beauty and a heavenly voice mean nothing to Bray.

He's long past the age of youthful vigor; there's no point in him getting involved in eroticism.

Looking at the unambitious young people around him, Bray was filled with disappointment and frustration.

"Would you like something to eat?" Bray pushed a menu in front of the woman.

"Do I look like I'm here to eat?" the woman asked the old man with interest in her beautiful eyes.

“Same,” Bray said to himself, then took it upon himself to order food for her.

“Since your name is Themifik, you shouldn’t be short of money, right?” he added.

"Can I...buy on credit?" the woman asked hesitantly.

"Sing a song after you finish eating, and I'll treat you to a meal," Bray said.

"Okay, okay." The woman nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

After Bray went in, he brought the dishes to the woman in less than fifteen minutes.

The woman looked at the food Bray had prepared with curiosity and tried a few bites.

"Do you know what you've done is very hateful?" the woman said quietly.

“I expected that. I was chased and hacked a lot thirty years ago.” Bray didn’t even lift his eyelids.

"Aren't you worried? Aren't you worried about us?" The woman named Themifik narrowed her eyes and said coldly.

Bray calmly patted the fireball awake, then let it continue counting money.

“Worried? Why?” Bray asked.

“If we wanted to, you could be easily wiped out just as easily,” Themifik said in a very calm tone.

"Oh, you mean this?" Bray glanced around at the people, except for Fireball, who was obediently counting his money after being woken up by his slap—

Everyone was dumbfounded.

It's quite rare to see someone of such high quality eating at a small restaurant.

I hope they come less often, otherwise I won't be able to continue my business.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” Bray said calmly.

"Because I am still alive."

"Although I am old and have problems such as rheumatism, I can only lift one sword."

"But at least I'm still alive."

He didn't explain what he meant in detail, and then he started waking up the guests one by one.

Themifik was deep in thought, but after much deliberation, he could only sigh helplessly and finish the food in front of him.

The old man wasn't wrong... he's still alive.

Therefore... all the gods are being cautious.

Perhaps even after humanity dies, they will still have to be cautious.

This human was not powerful; any god could have killed him, but they knew what he had done.

"Are you finished eating?" Bray asked.

"Finished."

"Let's sing a song then, I'm in a pretty good mood today," Bray said to the deity in a casual tone.

"It just so happens that today is my wife's birthday, so let's sing some songs related to spring."

He suddenly felt that having God sing would be prestigious, so he made that decision.

Themifik first made a face, then met Bray's right eye.

Singing soon began to echo from the restaurant.

The soothing singing once again captivated the diners.

They were unaware that it was the voice of a god, and they couldn't understand that this woman could destroy the country with the flick of her finger.

Bray knew, but didn't care.

He felt he could be lazy for a while, so he leaned against the window, listened to music, and gazed out.

This was the last part of his life.

Not bad.

(end)

If the blade is rolled up to this point, then the main story has come to an end.

Although many people are still arguing that there are still many things you haven't explained or clarified, the panda won't care (panda funny).

I'm just a panda, I don't understand.

Listening to readers' opinions is necessary, but I was already well aware of the consequences of writing according to their ideas.

I don't mind writing fanfiction as long as it's not commercialized (panda shrugs).

Next up is the "what if" storyline, which focuses on the main characters in other timelines and is essentially a side story.

Readers who are interested can read it, but it won't affect anything if they don't.

As for updates, I'll leave it to fate. As a panda, I'll only barely meet the hard requirement of uploading 8 works per month.

After all, the "if" plot is designed to satisfy the strange fantasies and needs of most readers.

Regardless, thank you all for following Mr. Bu's life story.

The next book is Assassin's Log, which is the last hardcore book I wrote in SF. Even if I write another one, it won't be hardcore.