A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“Okay.” Bray stroked Levy’s hair and said softly.

Occasionally, just occasionally, he would feel that the one who was redeemed by bringing Levy out of the forest was not Levy, but himself.

Although he couldn't articulate why he needed to be redeemed, that was the feeling.

It's just a feeling.

---

At the gates of the Cardo family manor, several dignified maids stood with their hands placed in front of their lower abdomens and their heads slightly bowed.

In the middle is a butler with his hands behind his back, waiting for some guest.

As for who they are waiting for, it shouldn't be hard to guess.

A one-eyed adventurer carrying two swords walked unhurriedly to the door of the Kador family.

Levy stayed close behind him, and if he was even slightly out of reach, she would jump to close the distance.

“Mr. Bray, the young master has been waiting for you for a long time,” the butler said respectfully upon seeing Bray.

He gave Bray a perfect bow.

Of course, Bray had absolutely no idea what this gesture meant.

After all, he had never experienced a life of nobility.

"Quite self-aware," Bray said expressionlessly.

The butler clapped his hands, and the maids slowly opened the door.

Although if Bray wanted to enter this courtyard, the gate wouldn't stop him at all.

But since the door is already open, let's go in through the front door.

The main gate connects to the road in the largest building in the courtyard, which is kept very clean.

Servants on both sides were constantly tending to the vegetation.

The road was very long because the Kador family’s residence was so large.

Even using a vehicle wouldn't be excessive.

However, Bray ultimately chose to walk, leaving the reasons to others to figure out themselves.

The atmosphere here is completely different from the peaceful scene on the surface.

The courtyard of the Kador family is filled with an eeriness.

Everyone was alive, but to Bray it felt like they were all puppets.

No matter how vivid they are, they can't hide that slight sense of incongruity.

At first, Bray hadn't paid any attention to the members of the Cardo family, so he didn't notice anything unusual about them.

After all, Bray wasn't a voyeur and didn't like to use his cunning to observe people all the time.

However, the moment Bray stepped into the Cardo family this time, he activated his inner eye.

Bray could "see" what bound these people, from their bodies to their minds, every inch of them was bound.

The swirling patterns in their eyes are the best evidence of their abnormality.

It's not a concept, but even Bray can't definitively say it's magic.

There are things in the world besides concepts and magic.

But remember this: Bray isn't here to save these people.

Moreover, it's unclear whether these people even need saving.

His blood-red right eye looked in the direction blocked by walls.

There sat a cute boy reading a book.

Bray stood directly in front of the building with its doors tightly shut, a wooden door that slid sideways blocked his way.

Bray placed his fingers on the hilt of his longsword, as if preparing to draw it.

Just before he was about to draw his sword, the door was flung open with a "snap".

No, using "被" is not quite accurate, because there was no one in front of Bray to open the door.

The door opened by itself.

Behind one door was another door, and then yet another door appeared.

The doors, one after another, kept opening, making a series of muffled thuds.

The world beyond the door stretched ever deeper, and Bray walked calmly through it.

"Snap!" With that, the cute boy appeared in front of Bray.

Sack was still holding a book as always.

Although the books were different each time, they were all thick, heavy books.

He sat on a very high stool and swung his toes around.

“Welcome, Mr. Bray.” He gave Bray a hearty smile.

"Click-clack—" As soon as the words were spoken, countless maids raised their guns and aimed them at Bray.

"Welcome people with bullets?" Bray asked.

Levy looked around and wagged her tail.

"I'm just a little scared," Sack said, closing the book he had only read halfway through and shaking his head.

He had a premonition that Bray would come looking for him, and he also wanted to move to another place.

But Bray arrived much earlier than expected.

“Are you afraid too?” Bray said coldly, gently pushing the sword out a little further with his thumb.

"Of course, I'm just a little kid."

"Heh." Bray unconsciously let out a disdainful sound.

“Mr. Bray, I’ve always thought you were a very good person and have no intention of being your enemy,” Sack said quietly.

"so what."

"I think you think the same way I do, that we can all happily become friends in the end." He tossed the book in his hand aside and gave a cute smile.

Even though he is a reincarnator, he is still a child at heart.

Sark can make the right choice, but he will refuse to be right because of his own willfulness.

Do you know what a reincarnated person is, and what a person who upholds precepts is?

"Also, do you know what 'the alliance of the gods' is?"

Sack calmly posed one question after another.

He was certain that Bray would be interested in these things; people are both curious and fearful of the unknown.

Clearly, Bray knew very little and had been kept in the dark for a long time.

"Want to avoid being the one being deceived? If so, come play with me." Sack extended an invitation to Bray.

Bray was silent for a few seconds.

He had to admit that Sack was right; he really didn't want to be the one being used as a tool.

Bray knew nothing about the truth or secrets.

To give an analogy, it's like a traveler walking in a thick fog at night, without direction, just going wherever the road takes you.

I doubt anyone would want to be in that role.

"Let's uncover the secrets of this world together, let's peek into the world behind this wall," Sack said, pointing to his eyes with anticipation.

“I refuse,” Bray replied to Sack with just a few simple words.

He had more important things to do before what Sark said.

They killed Esaq.

You ask if Bray would feel any guilt about killing Sark? The answer is no.

This time, Sax dragged Rebecca into the water, but what about next time? Will it be Lux, or someone else he knows?

"Bang—" All the guns aimed at the mines spat out bullets encased in concepts.

But the bullet was shredded before it even got close to the mine.

A thousand cuts in an instant, that's probably it.

"Do you think you can leave this time?" Bray asked.

“I don’t think it will work.” Sack shook his head, a regretful expression on his face.

---

Crimson magic lingered in the air above the courtyard of the Kador family, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

The enormous building was torn apart piece by piece, from the inside out.

"Crash—" That was the sound of bricks falling.

Amidst the noise, Bray and Levy emerged from the dust.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!" The ferocious blood fox, derived from the Tears of the Sky Fox, roared on his shoulder, trying to devour Bree.

But it was shattered by Bray's backhand sword, like a bubble.

“I’m home,” Bray said.

"Oh!" Levy responded with a soft "Oh!" after shaking off the dust like a cat. Bray's life was simple, especially after Sark's death.

I usually just do some commissions and take care of Levy, and that's how the day goes by.

The days were so simple that Bree didn't even bother to calculate exactly how many days had passed.

Perhaps a year later, he will look back and suddenly realize this.

Generally speaking, Levy is always with Bray.

Of course, there are times when they are separated; for example, Bray sometimes goes out temporarily without taking Levy with him.

Levy lay lazily on the balcony, as soft and fluffy as a blanket being sun-dried.

"Hmm~" she mumbled sleepily.

Bray was a little upset that she hadn't taken herself with her when she went out shopping this time.

She's not a police lion who can be bought off with cat food. If Bray comes back, she'll definitely rub all of Bray's fur off.

---

"How much is the dried squid?" Bray asked curiously, squatting in front of a stall.

"I'll give you a bag of 2G."

"A bag? Not a pound?"

"One pound? You're dreaming." The stall owner almost blurted out.

However, when he saw Brena's right eye, which looked like it was stained with blood, and his left eye, which was covered by an eyepatch, he held back.

Bray looked intimidating, so he chose to follow his heart.

"Hey, two bags, please." Bray thought for a moment, then bought two bags to feed Levy when he got back.

He figured Levy was probably getting tired of dried fish and it was time to change her diet.

"Here you go." After taking the money, the stall owner quickly handed the dried squid to Bray.

He genuinely didn't want to have much contact with Bray.

“I’m not going to eat you,” Bray muttered.

"Because you really do look like you're going to eat someone," a man sitting on a bench on the street said to him as he muttered his complaint.

"Huh?" Bray was annoyed by this and looked in the direction of the voice.

Upon looking around, I saw an old acquaintance.