A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"**This is disruptive, our communications are being disrupted...**"

The adventurer panicked after losing communication.

Because they don't know what will happen, or what they will do next.

At this very moment, they are on the battlefield.

"Hmm..." Levy ignored the panic of the others and continued to protect her ears.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" Suddenly, a bomb landed in the crowd of adventurers without warning.

No one gave any warning, and no one reacted in time.

Even Levy was unable to immediately detect the approaching bomb due to the noise interference.

Flames burst forth, and the small mound was flattened in an instant.

The immense heat killed more than half of the adventurers in an instant.

Those adventurers who managed to survive were mostly in a state of near-death.

Even the strongest adventurers suffered some damage from me.

Bray used his greatsword to block the oncoming heat wave, so he was not seriously injured; at most, he suffered some burns on the surface of his body.

This level of damage was instantly healed by the Heavenly Fox Tears.

Levy, on the other hand, perfectly dodged the attack by wrapping herself in an ice hockey puck.

"Are you alright?" Bray asked, looking at the burly man who hadn't fallen to the ground.

The burly man looked like he'd been thrown onto a fire and roasted for about ten seconds; he looked rather disheveled.

"Cough cough..." He struggled to keep his strong body from collapsing.

Even an A-rank adventurer like him couldn't take a bomb without taking damage.

But what's going on with this guy who's completely unharmed?

"I'm fine... Hurry up and get out of here. We can't contact the army and we've been ambushed... If we don't get out, we're all going to die here," the burly man said kindly.

However, after he recovered, another bomb fell from the sky.

It was as if the steel monster in the sky was determined to kill the people below.

However, the bomb failed to hit the ground and instead exploded spectacularly in mid-air.

It was all because of a casual sword strike by Bray.

An immense, suffocating magical power erupted from this sword strike.

A crimson blade, powerful enough to cleave the heavens and earth, sliced ​​through the bomb in mid-air.

Just now, because even Levy didn't give a warning, I was hit hard.

Now that we're on high alert, these slow-moving bombs aren't so easy to hit.

"What should we do now?" Bray didn't notice the surprised look on the burly man's face; he was more concerned about what would happen next.

I should be following orders, but I don't know what's going on and I can't get in touch with the army.

If he continues like this, he'll just be stuck here taking bombs and dying in the process.

"That's it!" Bray's dead fish eyes lit up; he had come up with a good idea.

---

The Nicol Bolas family has a very capable butler named Nick.

Little Nick's appearance is that of a dragon the size of a pet cat.

Bray is now holding onto Nick's feet and flying through the air.

Given the limited number of people that could be carried, Levy could only watch helplessly as Bray soared into the sky from the ground.

She looked up, watching Bree fly by, unsure of what she was supposed to do.

In the end, she decided to give up thinking about it, because Bray told her to wait for him there.

She was a little worried that Bray would die, but she could only wait there.

Levy suddenly realized that she was at a disadvantage because she couldn't fly.

"Hmm... Have a safe trip," Levy said lazily as she lay on the ground.

Bray, high in the sky, sadly could not hear Levy's blessing.

Moreover, he now faces something even more serious.

"Are you sure there won't be any problems?" Bray asked uncertainly, braving the high-altitude air currents.

“No problem, please don’t question my calculations,” Nick said.

"Your chances of safely boarding this airship are as high as 90.3%."

"And what about that 9.7%..." Bray thought that not all 100% was problematic, but it was a big problem.

"Nothing in this world is guaranteed to succeed. Please consider the unknown factors rationally." Little Nick explained the various factors, such as the weather.

"..." Bray found that he couldn't argue with Nick at all, and even thought that 90.3% was quite reasonable.

"Okay, when I tell you to let go, please remember to let go."

"The permissible time deviation for releasing the grip is roughly between plus or minus three to four seconds," Nick said quietly, giving Bray no time to prepare.

"Let go?" Bray was shocked; he felt there was nothing beneath his feet to land on.

“Okay, let go,” Nick said abruptly.

This is not an answer to Bray's question.

Realizing this, Bray had no choice but to grit his teeth and let go of little Nick's feet.

Bray had never experienced skydiving before, but now he has.

About a second later, he was thrown onto the slowly flying heavy airship.

"Clang!" Because of the speed, Bray even made a loud clanging sound when he hit the ground.

“A normal person would die like that,” Bray remarked after getting up from the ground.

If it had been a little slower, would it have been thrown out instead of landing on the airship?

If you throw at that speed, and your balance is weak or you're slow to adjust your posture, you'll just get smashed into a pile of mud.

Even if Bray were smashed to pieces, he could probably recover.

But I'll skip that experience; the pain will still come.

Bray planted his sword in the airship, stabilizing himself. The turbulence at high altitude was fierce; one wrong step and he could be blown away.

His mission was to dismantle the airship, but now that there was no one to command him, he had no choice but to do it himself.

Often, we need to have the ability to make our own judgments.

"I need to hurry," Bray muttered to himself. If the airship flew too far, Levy wouldn't be able to find him.

He held the longsword in one hand, while the other hand rested outside the airship.

Bray doesn't know any magic, so even if he uses his life force to convert into magic, he can't do anything special.

So he chose what he was best at.

“It should be here,” Bray murmured, drawing his greatsword.

This sword now has only one purpose: to cleave through everything in front of it.

"Clang!!!!!" The jet-black greatsword sliced ​​through the airship's thick armor, creating a huge gash.

However, with just one opening, Bray couldn't squeeze through.

So he struck again, this time using magic to unleash his power.

"boom!!!!!!!!!!!"

---

"The airship is damaged on the outside!!" the person in charge of monitoring the airship's condition said gravely.

"What's going on?" the pilot of the airship asked, bewildered.

Could they have been attacked from the ground? But the troops lying in ambush on the ground should have all been wiped out.

"It looks like a magical bombardment... similar to artillery shelling."

"Bombing? Where did this bombing come from?"

"I don't know. There are no troops on the ground, and no flying objects around."

On the same airship, Gurid watched the scene unfold before him with a cold eye.

"Alright, it wasn't a bombing, some guys climbed up and started causing trouble," Gurid said to the group in an unusually calm tone.

“You guys keep driving, I’ll handle it,” he said, taking his hand out of his pocket.

"Vice President, don't you need to send reinforcements?"

"Support? That's a matter for later; it can't be solved by numbers alone," Gurid said expressionlessly.

He already knew who the newcomer was, because he "smelled" the aura of another person who held the precepts. After entering the armed airship, Bray was momentarily lost in confusion.

He seemed to have arrived in a rather complicated place, surrounded by things he didn't recognize.

I don't know if the airship will explode if I do something reckless.

"Huh?" Just as Bray was thinking this, he suddenly realized that he was there to blow up the airship.

He brandished his greatsword around, trying to find a spot where he could conserve his energy.

The most perfect thing would be to be able to split the airship in two with a single stroke of my sword.

As long as one's magical power is strong enough, this can be easily accomplished.

For someone like Bray, the greatest use of magic is to increase damage output, not to show off skills.

"Phew—" He took a deep breath.

The black greatsword was covered in a layer of crimson, as if lava or blood were flowing on its blade.

The sword, already long enough, became even more exaggerated under the extension of magic.

Before Bray could even swing his sword, the extended tip pierced the deck beneath his feet.

If this sword strike were to be unleashed, not only would the airship be cut in two, but the room where Bray was located would certainly crack open.

Of course, some people didn't want Bray to make that move.

This one sword strike could change many things.

"It really is you." A figure walked out from the shadow of the iron frame and said to Bray.

Although a considerable amount of time has passed, Bray still remembers whose voice it was.

"Thief?"

"We're evenly matched, aren't we? Aren't you a thief too?" Gureed said casually, glancing at Bray.

Yes, Bray was also a thief, because he stole the Heavenly Fox Tear that belonged to that village.

Although it was said to be unintentional, that's the truth.

Bray, who intended to cut the airship in two, did not rashly swing his sword. Instead, he narrowed his right eye and sized up Gureed.

"Is this boat yours?" Bray asked.

“That’s right, it’s my older brother’s!” A cat-man poked his head out from behind Gurid and chimed in.

“It belongs to our Federation,” Goodeid said coldly.

"Get out of here. I told you we don't need anyone."

"Big brother, I can help!" The cat-man named Celt frantically offered his services.

Unfortunately, Gurid had always disliked him, and this time was no exception.

Gurid grabbed Celt and tossed him aside.

The weak Celt was completely powerless to fight back and was thrown out.