A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

I thought he'd be someone interesting, but it turns out he's just this kind of guy.

"Isn't it wonderful for the saintess of 'Fallen Lord Dopne' to dedicate everything to God?"

“Of course,” Shar replied almost without thinking.

"Hahaha, just as expected!" Beatrix burst into laughter.

"It is indeed wonderful to give up one's own thinking and entrust everything to the God who is high above."

"In this way, no matter how evil the crime is committed, no matter how outrageous the thing is done, there is no need to feel distressed or guilty."

“You truly are a qualified cultist.” Betley licked his lips, his terrifying appearance resembling that of a wolf that had found its prey.

Shar was still immersed in the strange pleasure of offering herself to the gods, completely unaware of what she was about to face.

But Bray realized it.

He could clearly sense a different aura emanating from Beatrix.

If there were any words around Beatrix, they would all be the word "death".

"Wait a minute!" Bray said instinctively, intending to stop Betley.

“Wait?” Bate said in a sarcastic tone.

"The Arm of the Evil Emperor Dragon"

A ferocious dragon arm suddenly appeared on Betley's body.

The dragon arm seemed out of place with Beatrix's physique, yet it was surprisingly agile.

This is a replica of a deity's body; it's a fake.

But for ordinary people, such a counterfeit is an existence that is beyond their reach.

Shar felt an overwhelming sense of oppression, so she responded to the whispers of the "Fallen Lord" and attempted to use divine magic to cope.

But those so-called divine spells were easily torn apart by this dragon arm.

It transcended space, shattering everything in its path, even distance.

Tangible and intangible things, anything that would have caused Betley any harm, were all easily torn apart.

It's so fragile, it's not even as fragile as paper.

"Hahahaha, a saint? A saint!!!" Betley laughed, his eyes filled with madness.

His life was a life of revenge against cultists.

Nothing is more important than slaughtering all the cult members in the world.

Faced with this group of people twisted by their beliefs, Beatrix was willing to abandon all his reason.

He abandoned all notions of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and wisdom! All he needed to see was the blood and sin of these men.

Sarah's pupils contracted; in that instant, she realized what she had misunderstood.

She tried to escape, only to find herself caught in a whirlpool.

"The Curtain of Donep"

The divine magic of the god he worships is now trapping him.

What's going on with this person? Why is he able to use divine magic that doesn't belong to the same deity?

why?

But it's clear that Beatrix wouldn't answer Shar's question.

The dragon's claws gripped Shar's beautiful face, the metallic scales reflecting her fear.

"Bray!" At that moment, she thought of Bray, who was so close by.

However, before Bray could get anything, she lost all consciousness.

The so-called saintess, under the dragon's arm, is nothing more than a piece of trash waiting to be executed.

Red "flowers" bloomed in the sky.

Without a single questionable element, the only thing conveyed by Betley was violence.

That is unjust and could bring more destruction and chaos at any time.

Betley didn't care whether he was wrong or not, nor did he care whether his actions were any different from those of a butcher.

"Hahahahahahahaha!!!!" Beatrix, waving his jet-black dragon arm, tilted his head back and laughed.

Brutal and bloodthirsty.

And then there's the exhilaration! Even though this exhilaration can't fill even the slightest emptiness in his heart, it's still worth laughing wildly about.

A gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, entered the sewers and lifted Betty's blood-stained trench coat.

It also blew up Bray's clothes.

"Bray?" Levy seemed to sense that something was wrong with Bray and asked nervously.

"Levy, I'll come find you in a bit. You go away first."

"Levy, don't go far." Levy grabbed Bray's clothes, not understanding why Bray was saying this.

What was Bray going to do? She couldn't possibly guess.

Because it seems there is absolutely no reason to motivate Bray to do anything.

Bray simply shook his head.

Levy wagged her tail sadly a few times, then slowly walked away, eventually hiding in a corner to peek.

“Oh?” Betley narrowed his eyes and stopped laughing wildly.

He saw Bray draw his longsword from its scabbard.

"Seeing your childhood sweetheart killed, are you planning to take revenge on me?" Betley asked.

"Perhaps..." Bray pondered for a moment, but the grip on his sword did not weaken in the slightest.

He was indeed somewhat angry, and as for why he was angry... a normal person should understand.

At least a normal person would understand.

"Whatever, come on over." Betley knew Bray was angry, but still said it in a nonchalant tone.

"I've done this kind of thing so many times that I've forgotten how many people have come to hate me."

“One more won’t make a difference,” Beattie said. The sewers were so badly damaged they were almost collapsing.

The aftershocks of the battle could even lead those above to mistake it for an earthquake.

It was all because of the fight between Bray and Beatley.

Levy could only watch from the sidelines during this battle because Bray wouldn't let her help.

She didn't know why Bray wouldn't let her help.

If it were Breuer, she would definitely bite Betley a few times and swat him hard in the face with her tail.

Anyone who bullies Bray is bad, no matter the reason.

Unfortunately, during the battle, she could only nervously twitch her tail and ears.

Contrary to Levy's expectations, the battle did not last long.

Even the process was exceptionally brief, so brief that there was no need to go into detail.

Betley was powerful, so powerful that he overwhelmed Bray.

If Bray gets close, he can pose a significant threat to Beatty.

However, after being hit by Bray's close-range combo the first time, Betley didn't give Bray a second chance to get close.

The sword couldn't even touch the opponent.

Betley's repertoire of complex divine magic was no less than Bray's knowledge of swordsmanship.

While Bray can indeed sever divine magic, he cannot sever all divine magic.

He used to think that once he could handle divine magic and spells, he wouldn't have so much of a headache dealing with these abilities.

But reality proved him wrong; he was too naive.

It's not that divine arts and spells are ineffective, but rather that the users aren't strong enough.

The facts, however, proved mercilessly that Bray was not very good at dealing with this strange ability.

If he only gets hit by two or three out of a hundred divine spells—

It was destined to be a loss.

"Cough cough..." Bray coughed up a mouthful of blood, and immediately felt much better.

After defeating himself, Betley did not kill him, but stood there for a while.

At that moment, Levy rushed out from the corner before Beatrix could make a move.

Even though Bray told her not to come out herself, she has to step forward now.

Levy stood in front of Bray, starting to get angry, and kept threatening Beatrix with "gurgle" sounds.

Her wild instincts told her that Betley was dangerous, the kind of guy more terrifying than any wild beast in the forest.

She didn't move an inch, standing between Betley and Bray.

“…” Beatrix froze when he saw Levy.

The ferocious expression disappeared, replaced by a helpless look.

"Children..." He couldn't help but rub his forehead. If he had a choice, who would want to be a villain that everyone hates?

Betley could be ruthless to cultists, but he would never be cruel to these innocent people.

Not to mention that Levy looks like she's just a child.

"Don't worry, I don't plan to kill him." The man put on his sunglasses.

Wearing sunglasses, no one can read anything from your eyes.

“What do you know about your childhood sweetheart?” Betley said coldly.

"Roar!" Rebecca roared fiercely at Betley's unfriendly tone.

Betley let out a long sigh.

“You know nothing about your childhood sweetheart.” The man’s tone softened considerably, probably out of respect for Levy.

"Your childhood sweetheart died a long time ago; she was just resurrected by the Golden Seed as a toy."

"But even if I told you what the Golden Seed is, you wouldn't understand, would you?"

Bray took a few breaths and felt a sweet taste in his throat, along with a metallic taste.

“I know,” said the one-eyed adventurer, his voice muffled by the blood in the tiger cub’s throat.

“Oh? That’s quite surprising.” Betley raised an eyebrow and said.

"Then let me tell you some good news." He then casually mentioned a few things.

The good things Betley mentioned included some things about Shar and also about the "fallen one".

Even the tragedy that is happening in the capital right now.

Although the saintess, who was the culprit, was dead, the magic circle had also been destroyed by Betley.

But the summoned monsters will not disappear into thin air, and the people who are killed will not suddenly come back to life.

The truth came to light.

"..." Only now did Bray finally learn the truth.

After being deceived, and after a furious fight, I learned the truth.

It was already too late, and it was often at this point that Bray would regret not being the wise man who could see the whole picture.

He was very grateful to Beatrix for telling him so much.

Unfortunately, Bray felt he couldn't possibly try to build a good relationship with someone who had killed his childhood sweetheart right in front of him.

Even if Bray knew that Shar was a member of a cult and that she could be described as "evil,"