A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The city needs much longer to recover than he had imagined.

Bray had considered moving to other cities, but remembering that his sister lived nearby, he decided not to move.

Besides, Levy seems to have gotten used to life in the capital, so it would be quite difficult to get her to move.

Bray also asked Levy if she wanted to go to her hometown.

Because Bray thought it would be a good time to go out.

But Levy shook her head and said no, Bray was her family.

In her eyes, Bray was her only family; everything else was irrelevant, and her hometown no longer mattered.

So they spent their days sightseeing in the capital.

Winter goes and spring comes, autumn goes and winter comes.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

It must have been a long time since the last harsh winter, but Bray felt as if time had flown by.

Indeed, time is something that disappears in the blink of an eye for adults.

It's worthless.

It took Bray a lot of effort to rebuild the house that had been destroyed by artillery shells.

Building a house is not only a matter of time, but also a matter of money.

Therefore, he still needs to take on many other commissions to earn money, and during this time he has received quite a few strange commissions.

This time, he received a similar request again.

"Cough cough..." Bray, who possessed the Heavenly Fox Tear, should not be sick, but he still coughed when he woke up in the morning.

This situation became increasingly frequent for Bray.

One day, when he looked in the mirror, he saw that his eyes had turned red.

It's not conjunctivitis; it's that the pupils have turned red, the blood red of a fox's tear.

He began to wonder if he had some kind of adverse reaction to the Heavenly Fox Tears.

Could it be that what he said before was true, and he really did get food poisoning? That's terrible... No wonder it's a golden food; you can't just eat it randomly.

“Bray?” Levy stood in the doorway and glanced at Bray, who seemed a little off.

"What's wrong?" Bray asked, snapping out of his daze.

"It's alright now." Levy smiled adorably when she saw that he had come to his senses.

She slung her large backpack over her shoulder and hopped around a few times.

After becoming an adventurer, Bray told her that she also needed a backpack to carry her things.

So Levy chose this backpack, which was almost the same size as her whole body.

"Shall we set off?" Levy asked, looking eager to go. Having followed Bray on adventures for years, she had also begun to yearn for the magical world.

“Yeah, but this mission wasn’t fun at all,” Bray sighed and said to Levy.

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Bray said the job wasn't fun anymore because it involved keeping watch.

It was neither an adventure nor a fight.

He was simply going to a town to be a night watchman.

As for why the town needs a night watchman? It's said that some villagers say they hear terrifying noises at night.

They found Bray, who had been given the ruthless title of "Bloodblade," and asked him to keep watch in town.

I don't know who gave Bray the nickname "Blood Blade".

Many adventurers saw that their swords were covered in blood and guessed that Bray always used the blood of his enemies to wipe his swords, so some suggested calling Bray "Blood Blade".

But yes, it is blood, it is all my own blood.

He didn't have the strange habit of wiping his sword with other people's blood.

"You must be Mr. Bloodblade!" The mayor greeted Bray warmly, shaking hands with him upon meeting.

“Um, my name is Blakeras,” Blake corrected the other person.

He absolutely refused to admit that his name was "Blood Blade," even though it seemed a bit childish and endearing...

"I'm counting on you tonight," the mayor said.

"Okay, I understand." Bray wilted upon hearing the mayor's words.

To be honest, he wouldn't do this kind of job with his sleep schedule completely reversed if he wasn't so desperate for money.

I never expected to have to start work on my first day. It's so true.

Fortunately, the mayor hadn't exploited Bray to the point of being insane. He provided him and Levy with decent accommodations, and even initially offered them two rooms.

But since Levy was used to sleeping on top of Bray's blanket, they still booked a room.

It refers to the "top" of the quilt, not the "inside" of the quilt.

For more details, please refer to the living habits of cats in households where cat owners are located.

Bray often wakes up the next day feeling like something is pressing down on him, and when he opens his eyes, he sees Levy curled up on his bed.

“Levy, let’s take turns coming over these few days,” Bray said earnestly to Levy after tidying up the room.

He didn't know how much Levy could understand, but he wanted to make things clear first.

"Oh!" Levy, who seemed to understand very little of what she was saying, immediately responded.

Bray thought that Levy should know about shift changes.

“I’ll go first tonight, let’s see how things go,” Bray said.

"Yes, yes." Levy nodded obediently.

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When night fell, Levy stood next to Bray.

“Levy?” Bray should have told Levy that they should take turns with her.

Why is Levy standing next to him in the middle of the night?

"Levy isn't here." Levy looked up at Bray, giving him a blank stare.

"..." Can you bear to expose such a lovely lie?

Aren't you going to sleep?

“I’m going to sleep after Bray falls asleep,” Levy said seriously, raising her paw.

"Levy, are you made of iron?" Bray couldn't help but retort.

"What is an Iron Man?" she asked curiously, wagging her tail.

"He's a very capable person."

“So is Bray!” Levy said happily.

Well, since Levy has said so, Bray has no choice but to keep watch with her.

Keeping watch is boring, so it's nice to have someone to keep you company.

He had already considered whether or not to continue keeping watch with Levy the next day.

Ugh, just thinking about it makes my liver hurt.

I don't know how many days I'll have to keep watch.

Bray yawned, intending to chat casually with Levy.

But after I finished yawning, fog started to roll in.

A very thick fog.

In this fog, there was only Bray; Levy had disappeared without a trace sometime during the day.

“Levy?” Bray frowned, becoming wary.

He drew his two swords, intending to search for Levy in the fog.

He walked into the town's streets at night and noticed many strange things.

The scenery, which was normal at night, took on a different look.

What were originally ordinary lampposts are now being embraced and climbed by countless "people".

The carriages that should have been in good condition on the street were all rotten.

The walls are now covered with many distorted human reliefs, depicting various poses of pleading for help.

Many of the windows in the rooms were broken and then covered with a thick layer of glue to prevent people from looking inside.

The surroundings reeked of decay, as if countless years had passed overnight in the town, and everything had fallen into ruin.

No, it's not wasted, it's "distorted".

From the houses on either side, whenever Bray knocked on the door, he would hear incessant, maniacal laughter.

Once the knocking stopped, it became quiet.

So Bray gave up on asking anyone for information. The town at night... no wonder they needed someone to keep watch.

"Crack—Crack—" A "giant" emerged from the thick fog, dragging a saw.

However, the giant did not have a head, only a hollow neck.

The hollow part of the neck is filled with countless eyes.

After the giant bent down, all the eyes inside would look at Bray in unison, which was incredibly creepy.

Bray lifted his eyelids and took a deep breath.

"It stinks," Bray said helplessly. The air smelled of decay, which was very unpleasant.

Crimson magic erupted from his body, turning both swords red.

With just a burst of magic, it shattered everything around it.

Even the headless giant was shaken back several steps before finally falling to the ground.

The magic of the Heavenly Fox Tears exuded an aura more terrifying than the town at night, causing wild laughter to erupt continuously from the once quiet house.

Hahahaha!!!

Hehehehehe!

Amidst maniacal laughter, Bray first swung his greatsword, followed by his longsword.

With two sword strikes, the thick fog was torn apart, and the fallen giant was cleaved into pieces before he could even put up a fight.

When the fog briefly dissipated, Bray saw the blood moon above.

That blood moon was clearly shattered by Bray's attack.

"Sure enough, something's not right here," Bray muttered to himself.

He's not so outrageous as to be able to shatter the real sun and moon.

"Hmm?" Bray narrowed his right eye and noticed a huge monster outside the lighthouse in the center of the town, hugging the lighthouse and looking in his direction.

However, the fog quickly cleared, giving Bray no chance to see the monster clearly. Bray wanted to change jobs; he didn't want to be a Night's Watchman anymore.

It wasn't that the job would cause him liver pain, but rather that the job was too stressful and particularly bizarre.

That night, after the fog cleared, he came to his senses and found Levy right beside him.

What he felt was a long "night" was actually just a fleeting moment.

To Levy, Bray seemed to be just momentarily lost in thought.

She didn't encounter any of what Bray had seen.

Then, this happened for several nights in a row.

He reported the incident to the town mayor, who also found it terrifying and stayed up all night to check on the town.