A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“But what does that have to do with me?” Betley had no desire to listen to Carrasco continue.

Whatever Carrasco is doing or what his reasons are, it doesn't matter.

All Betley knew was that Carrasco was blocking his path to slaughtering cultists.

From the word "shuffle" and the destruction brought about by cult rituals, it's not hard for Betley to figure out Carrasco's purpose.

But so what?

“You bastard…” Carrasco disliked people who were indifferent to his affairs.

But he knew that many people disliked his type.

What he insisted was right, others did not see as right.

The pure white sword tore through the air and slashed towards Betley, concealed by the splashing water.

"Six Styles of Flow" "Deep Moon"

The sword's trajectory resembled a crescent moon, elegant yet exuding the unique coolness of the night.

"Sword Saint, are you planning to use so many people as cover to kill the emperor and usurp the throne?" Betley neither dodged nor evaded, taking the sword aimed at his shoulder directly.

Blood flowed from the wound, but Betty's eyelids didn't twitch at all.

“Do you think you’re right?” Betley asked.

He suddenly felt interested in exchanging a few words with this swordsman.

“Without a doubt,” Carrasco replied briefly, then swung his sword again.

This time, Beatrix did not take the hit, but instead used divine magic to escape the opponent's attack range.

“You think that many people will benefit after the empire changes, so the sacrifice of these people doesn’t matter, right?” Betley said.

The Sword Saint remained silent.

"Very well, in that case, I don't need to waste any more words with you."

“You and I are the same kind of people, no, you and I, and cultists are the same kind of people.”

"A type of person who never thinks they are wrong."

"No matter what others say, we can always find our own so-called evidence to prove that we are not wrong."

Beth used his divine magic to constantly attack and defend against Carrasco's sword.

But he still didn't need to take his hands out of his pockets; he still had plenty of time to spare.

"Ultimately, is this something to prove to others, or to prove to yourself?" Betley laughed.

"To impose one's own ideas on others as evidence, to take others as examples as evidence, or to distort the facts as evidence."

“We really are trash, Sword Saint,” Beatrix said.

He didn't just talk about the Sword Saint alone, but criticized everyone, including himself.

“I don’t deny what you’ve said,” Carrasco said, plunging his sword into Beatley’s abdomen.

Yes, Beattie is right, but he still wants to do everything he has to do.

They stop at nothing, bearing the burden of sin, all for that good, even predictable, outcome.

I thought you'd say something in response.

“But indeed, if we had a wise leader, this country would be so much better,” Betley suddenly said.

"All things considered, no one can question whether the result is bad."

“But that’s just from a purely macro perspective.” Betley’s voice was icy.

Yes, it's about having a holistic perspective.

But what about those who lost their parents? What about those who lost their sisters?

From their perspective, what's the big deal? A bunch of trivial matters.

For those people, ordinary people are just pawns, used for calculations and strategic maneuvers.

In reality, each one is a living, breathing human being, and each one has a life.

Betley was thinking about some unpleasant things, which made him very unhappy.

“I’ve said my piece, now get out of here.” Betley kicked Carrasco.

If it's just a kick, it's a failure because it lacks any technique.

But this wasn't just a simple kick.

"The Evil Dragon's Revenge"

With a kick, the phantom of the black dragon suddenly appeared, letting out a deafening roar.

The entire sewer system was shaken, and Carrasco, who was directly hit by the attack, seemed to be suffocating.

He took a sword strike head-on, just to use divine magic for that purpose.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" The next second, he was kicked away and crashed through walls.

Where Carrasco flew backward, the space briefly shattered.

“I’ll spare your life this time, but don’t get in my way again while I kill cultists,” Beatrix said to Carrasco in the distance, his trench coat billowing in the wind. About twenty minutes later, Levy seemed to begin to slow down.

Bray never expected that a mere sewer could lead someone to walk such a long distance.

If they continued walking, his stamina would definitely not be able to keep up with Levy's; a human cannot compare to a lion.

"Bray, Bray." Fortunately, Levy finally stopped her violent smashing spree and began calling Bray's name.

“Look, someone’s lying there,” she said, pointing to a person lying in a pool of blood.

It was a person wearing half-armor, who was leaning weakly against the wall, holding a white sword in his hand to support his body.

Bray rested his chin on his hand for a few seconds before deciding to approach the weakened man.

He certainly didn't know this guy, but it was impossible not to be curious about someone appearing in this place at this time.

The surrounding environment had been severely damaged and was in a state of chaos.

Normal fighting wouldn't cause this kind of damage; hopefully, this guy isn't killed.

"Hey, hey, you're not dead, are you?" Bray shook the man a few times.

Upon closer inspection, one would find that this frail person is quite handsome.

Unfortunately, Bray isn't gay and isn't very interested in his appearance.

After being shaken a few times by Bray, the man opened his heavy eyelids and looked at Bray in front of him.

"Who are you?" Bray and the guy asked at the same time.

“Carrasco, you should know me.” Seeing that Bray didn’t answer immediately, the man replied casually.

“My name is Blakelas, but I don’t know you,” Blake said honestly.

Why do I have to get to know him? This guy is so narcissistic.

Are all the guys in the capital like this? It's a really bad trend.

"Why are you here?" Then, awkwardly, the two of them asked the same question at the same time.

"There was a murder case upstairs, and the investigation led us here." Bray felt it wasn't good to always let the other person speak first, so this time he spoke first.

He hadn't expected that the first person he would encounter wouldn't be a cultist, but a swordsman who thought he was very famous.

“Is that so? But it doesn’t matter.” Carrasco raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction.

Carrasco didn't seem to care much about why Blay had come.

Carrasco observed Bray briefly.

However, because I was in such a bad state, I couldn't see much.

He didn't even notice the sword in his hand trembling and vibrating.

"I'm here to hunt down the cultists hiding in the capital."

“All the men I brought were killed, and I was seriously wounded myself,” Carrasco told Bray.

"However, there are only a few of them left."

"Are all the men you brought dead?" Bray frowned and turned to look at Levy.

Levy, completely unaware of anything, wore a blank expression.

It seems unlikely that I can confirm things with Levy...

"Although I'd love to tell you to stop those guys, but..."

Carrasco instinctively intended to lead Bray to find the guy who defeated him, and those cultists.

But he hesitated.

After all, Bray didn't seem that powerful, and guiding him there would only cost him another life.

It's laughable, really. He could use most of the population of the city as leverage, yet he would care about a stranger next to him.

Carlos was thinking that perhaps he was being hypocritical.

Ultimately, I am just an ordinary person, and my temperament is only this level.

“Stop them? What are they doing?” Bray found that problems were piling up and he was overwhelmed.

This left him with no time to ponder how much thought was hidden beneath Carrasco's calm expression.

“In another hour or two, it will be their ‘appointed time’,” Carrasco said after a moment’s hesitation, before beginning to explain to Bray.

"At that time, monsters and even demons will emerge, and the capital will be destroyed in the blink of an eye."

"annihilation?" Bray was shocked.

He never imagined that he would catch such a big fish while trying to find out how that yandere girl died.

Is the emperor doomed? No, what about his sister?

No, Lux is still studying here, the capital cannot be bombed!

"Explain yourself more clearly." Bray's tone turned serious, and his right eye became noticeably more focused.

This is a serious matter, so we have to be serious about it.

Although Carrasco couldn't tell that Bray's eyes were serious.

But let's just assume he took Bray's statement very seriously.

Carrasco tried to stand up, but fell down halfway up.

He, who was once hailed as a role model, is now in a sorry state.

Especially after what Betley said, she was in a terrible state, both physically and mentally.

"You won't die, will you?" Bray was terrified that Carrasco might suddenly kick the bucket in the sewer.

If they get investigated later, they might just identify themselves as the murderer.

He didn't want the other person to die, but as for helping Carrasco, Bray had absolutely no intention of doing so.

He fell down, so what? It's not like Levy fell down.

"It seems I'm willing but unable to do anything about it..." Carrasco muttered to himself.

Betley's final blow was so severe that it rendered him completely incapable of fighting.

That guy looked a lot like the brutal hunter Carrasco had heard about who often slaughtered "innocent" people.

However, Carrasco could not immediately determine whether he was the person in the rumors.

Because he didn't sense much "tyranny" in Beatley.

"Alright, stop with the nonsense. Didn't you say you were in a rush?" Bray urged.

Carrasco looked at Bray with a strange expression, sensing something odd about the man before him.

But if you had to pinpoint what was wrong with Bray, he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"If you chase after them, you'll encounter a silver-haired man in a dark blue coat and a female cult member."

"That female cult member is a saint; be extremely careful."