A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Lux didn't speak, but watched as the girl was no match for the security guard and fled in panic.

She only heard the other person say some nonsensical things before her brother rescued her from the field.

"Why did she want to kill me?" Lux asked, clutching Bray's clothes, puzzled.

She wasn't so hated that she deserved to be killed.

"That's just a yandere, don't worry about it," Bray reassured his sister.

"A yandere?" Lux smiled wryly.

She felt it was all a bit unreal; it all happened so suddenly.

After Lux calmed down completely, Bray noticed that many people had stopped investigating the girl.

Yandere is truly terrifying; why would anyone like this type?

Moreover, that divine magic is related to the cult that Bray encountered before.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't just found in remote areas, but even in the most prosperous imperial capital.

No, it should be said that it is not surprising that there is talent here precisely because this is the capital city.

Troublesome things always come one after another.

Bray's good mood at watching his sister's performance vanished instantly.

"Are you feeling better?" Bray asked Lux ​​with concern.

"How could something have happened... I don't even know what happened," Lux said helplessly.

"That's good."

"Take care of yourself and be careful. I need to go and find out what's going on," Bray said earnestly to Lux.

"Go ahead, go ahead, I'm not a child anymore, I can take care of myself."

After so much time, she had long since recovered.

She felt that Bray still saw her as a child who hadn't grown up, and she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose.

Bray gently tapped Lux ​​on the forehead, then left the scene with Levy.

He didn't have any strong sensory abilities, so he couldn't track the girl on his own.

But he can't, but Levy can.

"Levy, can you smell that strange girl's scent from earlier?" Bray patted Levy's head and asked.

"Hmm..." Levy felt like she was being treated like some kind of strange creature.

"Is Bray looking for her?" she asked Bray first.

“Yes.” Bray nodded. It was better to find that dangerous individual first.

She has an inextricable connection with those cult members.

"Can Levy ask for a reward?" Levy suddenly started wagging her ears and tail, and instinctively squatted down on the ground as before.

“Okay.” Bray looked helpless.

As expected, Levy is quite clever, though she looks rather adorable and clueless.

"Lai wants to eat meat tonight, and she also wants something to hug and sleep with."

"Fine..." Eating is one thing, but what's with hugging and sleeping together?

“Hmm~” Levy’s ears twitched.

"Over here!" The next moment, he immediately started running and ran more than 100 meters away.

Seeing that Bray was still running slowly towards her, she chose to stand at a distance and wait for him to come over.

As she wagged her tail, she wondered, "Brew is so slow, is his leg broken?" Levy led Bray all over the capital, eventually finding the body of a young girl.

The girl is the yandere type, and she's a yuri type too.

When Bray arrived at the scene, many soldiers and academy personnel had already surrounded the area.

Bray hadn't expected that others would act even faster than the police scout.

"Dead?" He frowned, puzzled as to why the girl had been shot dead.

“Dead,” Levy replied.

"Levy, what else can you smell?" Bray completely mistook Levy for a police lion.

However, Levy was oblivious to the cruel truth and was still intently sniffing around.

She followed the scents of the people around the scene, bit by bit.

"Hmm..." Her head tilted to the right =A=.

"Mmm..." Her head tilted to the left again.

“Besides the scent of these people, there are also scents left by several people who aren’t here,” Levy said, wagging her tail with a subtle expression.

The smells were so mixed that they gave her a headache.

"Take me there."

“Oh!” Levy then readily led the way for Bray.

At first, Bray thought that Levy wouldn't lead him to any strange places.

But he was too naive.

Levy walked to the manhole cover, used her tail to pry it open with a "thud," and jumped down without looking back.

"Next."

"..." Bray wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and jumped down helplessly.

As soon as he went down, Bray's trouser legs got wet.

But now is not the time for him to care about these things, because Levy has already run ahead.

"Wait a minute," Bray called out to Levy impatiently.

"Okay~" Levy replied and stayed where she was.

"Did those people pass through here?" Bray asked after catching up with Levy.

“Yes, it’s here.” Levy nodded.

Even though the scent would be diluted in this place, Levy could still smell it.

As the man and the lion walked through the sewers, they made a "whoosh whoosh" sound as they swam through the water.

If there were anyone nearby, they would definitely spot them immediately.

"Bang!" Levy smashed a metal fence with her tail, then hopped over to the other side of the fence.

And so, Levy, with her Bray Sparks, tracked the scent with lightning speed.

They didn't even consider the possibility of being discovered.

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Meanwhile, in another part of the sewer.

Two men met unexpectedly.

The Empire's Sword Saint stood before a man wearing a "fierce" trench coat.

Carrasco is known as the Sword Saint, and his character and strength have earned him widespread recognition.

If anyone is considered a role model, it is undoubtedly Carrasco.

"Oh? It's quite rare to see the Empire's Sword Saint appearing in the filthy sewers."

The man named Betley looked at Carrasco with a mocking expression.

Upon seeing Carrasco, he put away the sunglasses he usually wore.

His hands were in his pockets, as if he had no desire to fight.

But is that really the case? Of course not, Carrasco sensed a strong killing intent emanating from Betley.

As someone who had also shed blood, Carrasco knew very well that the other party was no pushover.

“When I see a celebrity, I can’t help but ask two questions,” Beattie said coldly.

The tone and the lines were completely out of sync.

"Have you become a cult member too?" Betley asked.

“No, asking if cultists are cultists was really stupid of me.” Before Carrasco could answer, Betley tapped himself on the forehead.

How could cult members think their faith is a cult?

"You've become a follower of 'fallen God'?"

“I’m not that depraved yet,” Carrasco said quietly.

His gaze was as firm as a rock, and he certainly did not have the madness of a fallen believer who was obsessed with twisted desires.

"Really? Then please make way."

“I’m planning to give this sewer a thorough cleaning,” Beattie said, his expression softening considerably.

Throughout the entire process, his hands never left his pockets, and he handled his clothes with ease.

"No, I'll do the sewer cleaning later."

“But not now,” Carrasco said in a deep voice.

"Let me think about it. Now that you've found this place, I think you must know what those guys are up to."

Betley shrugged, somewhat puzzled by the swordsman's scheme.

This is natural; he has always only cared about the cultists he wanted to hunt.

He didn't care much about other things either.

Many things were done incidentally; his most important goal was to exterminate the cult members.

"Are you sure you want to stand in front of me?" Betley looked up and asked in a cold tone.

Carrasco silently drew his sword.

"Although I guess you're planning to use their ritual for something."

“But unfortunately, your plans are none of my business. Thinking about them too much will only annoy me.” With that, Betley stomped one foot on the ground.

"The winds of the mortal world".

The water in the sewer and the floor were all overturned in an instant.

The wind, formed of divine power, swept straight up everything in its path and blew it toward Carrasco.

But a pure white slash from above dispersed the gust of wind.

The triangular area beneath and behind Carrasco remained completely unharmed.

“Not bad, he’s tougher than a lot of cultists,” Beatrix complimented Carrasco.

However, he still gave Carrasco both hands.

Using divine magic doesn't require both hands to be free; often, just opening your mouth is enough.

Do you know what "verbal sparring" means?

“For example, what you’re doing right now?” Carrasco said expressionlessly.

"Step back. I will kill all the cultists you are trying to kill."

"But before that, I have things I need to get done."

"This empire must be reshuffled."

"Hahaha, looks like you're going to start talking trash too." Betley laughed a few times, then stomped his foot hard.

"Normana's Trampling"

The ground was trampled and the waterways were breached.

Carrasco was repelled along with the magic he had unleashed.