A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

In the end, the look Betley gave Bray was, unsurprisingly, not one of admiration, but of contempt.

In the end, the two of them came to hate each other.

“If you want revenge, you’re welcome anytime,” Beatrix said to Bray, crouching down without a trace of emotion.

Instead of looking down at him, I deliberately squatted down to be at eye level with him.

"Roar!!!" Levy shifted her position, preventing Betley from contacting Bray.

“You’re really nervous. I told you I wouldn’t kill him, and I won’t,” Beatrix said irritably.

He just couldn't get angry at Levy.

Despite Levy's extremely bad attitude towards him, he couldn't bring himself to be angry with the little girl.

"See?" With no other choice, Beatrix cast a divine spell to heal some of Bray's injuries.

However, it was impossible to fully cure Bray, and Beatley didn't want to fight this guy again.

Although he could win against Bray without any unexpected events, Bray's sword could truly "kill" him.

If I'm not lucky, I might get killed by Bray's sword.

"What, do you need to think about revenge for so long?"

“…” Bray simply closed his right eye without answering.

The anger had long since dissipated with Beatrix; Bray was now left with nothing but constant contemplation.

He was enraged after witnessing the brutal murder of someone he knew.

But as Betley told him he was always ready to seek revenge, Bray wondered: Did he intend to take revenge on Betley? Would he?

"It seems she's not important enough to you to warrant going to such lengths for revenge," Betley chuckled.

“Think about it yourself,” he suddenly said to Bray.

“Of course I would,” Bray replied casually.

Betley stood up and dusted himself off.

Bloodstains cannot be wiped away, but dust can.

He walked to a collapsed pillar and stepped into its shadow.

Betley walked slowly into the shadows, and then disappeared completely from Bray's sight.

Once Levy could no longer smell Beatrix, she quickly turned around and nervously began circling Bray.

"Break's pain?"

"What should Levy do?"

Levy looked like she was about to cry when she spoke QAQ.

"Bray, don't die, don't die." She always felt that Bray might suddenly collapse.

After being rescued by Bray, she always thought Bray was invincible.

But that's not actually the case; Bray can also get injured and die.

She didn't want Bray to die; she had finally found such a good person, and she absolutely didn't want to see him die.

"What are you thinking? How could you die?" Bray pursed his dry lips and reached out to hug Levy.

"Mmm, Bray won't die." Levy's tail wagged gently.

Feeling Bray's heartbeat, she felt a little relieved.

“You don’t need to do anything,” Bray said to Levy, who was leaning against him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm right here, I'm still here."

"Hmm~" Levy gradually calmed down, and her ears twitched.

“Levy, go back and learn to speak,” she said earnestly to Bray.

"Don't you already know how to talk?" Bray asked, puzzled.

“It has to be smooth!” Levy said very seriously.

“Okay.” Bray thought for a moment and then nodded.

"Hehe~" She laughed cutely, her smile even more natural than when she first came to the capital.

A girl with no money, no job, and no income is able to express herself freely in a short period of time.

Levy was convinced it was because of Bray, and there was no other reason.

She was so happy because Bray "took" her away and stayed by her side.

“Let’s go, something big must have happened up there.” Bray struggled to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Although Betley has not fully recovered, he is still able to wield a sword.

"Oh!" Levy wagged her tail rapidly, relieved to know that Bray was alright.

Then, Levy ran to where Betley had left and began to examine the place carefully.

She opened her eyes wide, intending to find the way Betty had left.

But she searched for a long time and still couldn't find it.

So how did that bastard just walk away like that?

"Levy, what are you doing over there?" Bray, who was about to leave immediately, looked at Levy with a puzzled expression.

"Isn't there a road here?" Levy asked, tilting her head.

Bray squeezed it a little awkwardly; he needed to carefully organize his thoughts.

"There is a path, but it's a path only that guy can take."

"We have no choice but to return the way we came."

"Oh..." Levy looked a little disappointed and wagged her tail much less vigorously.

Seeing that she still hadn't left, Bray had no choice but to go up and take her hand.

He wasn't bad with directions, so if he went back the way he came, he wouldn't need Levy to lead the way again.

What Bray didn't notice was that Levy's eyes lit up when he took her hand.

She's practically an adorable little lion cub.

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The water in the sewer was flowing with a gurgling sound.

When Bray returned, he did not see the half-dead Carrasco from before.

That narcissistic man probably went home after he had rested.

He was really badly fooled by Carrasco; he was completely used as a tool.

Bray glanced sideways at the water flowing beneath his feet.

The water in the sewer flows very slowly, making it difficult to see any obvious movement.

"It might be over soon..." Bray murmured, gazing at the blood-stained water.

This is not Bray's, not Carrasco's, and not the cultists'.

They came from innocent people in the capital.

The appointed day had already begun and was about to end, yet he had done nothing. The capital was massacred on that day.

Even though when Bray emerged from the sewers, all the monsters had already been wiped out.

But the capital had already paid a heavy price.

People died, and buildings were destroyed.

What did someone gain, and what did someone lose?

Those who were itching to act finally sprang into action, but their flames were extinguished before they could even ignite.

Bray didn't quite understand what had happened in the capital.

He lacked the ability to see what was hidden behind all of this.

Bray had never really wanted to become strong until he met one person after another.

He suddenly realized that without strength, he was nothing, unqualified to see the truth, and unqualified to talk to people.

Bray found his sister in this hell on earth—a living Lux.

What could he say at that moment? He could only say, "Thank goodness Lux didn't die."

Unfortunately, he was destined not to stay in the capital for long.

Looking at the once bustling city, Bray felt a mix of emotions.

As he walked through the streets, he could faintly hear people crying.

Even if you survive, many people's relatives and friends have already passed away.

The dead cannot be brought back to life.

Even if they are resurrected, they are destined to pay a heavy price.

Perhaps the person who was resurrected was already the original person; who can say for sure, just like Sharl.

She was quite different from the simple girl in Bray's memory, yet they also had similarities.

Neither she herself nor those who know her can give a clear answer to whether "she is her".

“Now you can even come and go through the door…” Bray murmured.

When I first arrived in the capital, there were many guards at the city gates.

There are hardly any people around the city gate when you stand here now.

When bandits stormed into the capital, thieves stopped stealing.

Riots broke out everywhere, and those who acted recklessly did not consider the negative impact their violence would have on others.

They only understand that violence will bring them countless benefits without any cost.

It was the monsters that killed people, but in the end, it was human beings who gradually crushed the daily lives of everyone in the capital.

Many people around Bray were fleeing this once glorious city in fear.

People are like rivers, flowing past him.

Bray had asked Lux ​​if she wanted to go back to her hometown with him.

Lux refused, and Bray didn't understand why she refused.

But he always respects other people's choices, and his own sister is no exception.

“Hmm…” Levy made a subtle sound.

She had no idea what Bray was thinking; after all, the lovely Levy couldn't read minds.

She tilted her head, curiously examining Bray, as if trying to figure out why he was lost in thought.

Unfortunately, this attempt was doomed to failure.

Levy's little brain quickly gave up thinking.

"Bray, what's wrong?" she decided to be direct and ask.

"What are you thinking about?"

“Where should we go after we leave the capital?” Bray replied.

Since Lux has no intention of returning to Newham, he won't be going back to his hometown anytime soon either.

The adventurer's journey will continue.

In the mouths of some artsy people, this choice seems to have a very sophisticated meaning.

Oh right, Bray remembers, it was a journey called "Self-Discovery".

People often wonder for no apparent reason who they are.

As a result, some people also sought to find themselves.