A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

If there is a future, he will definitely come to like this feeling too.

Oh, I see. So that guy looks up at the sky.

When gazing at the sky, even if your mind is filled with many thoughts, you still feel a sense of "etherealness".

Very comfortable.

"What a pity... to lose like this." Carrasco glanced at Eric and shook his head helplessly.

This was a failure I never imagined; ultimately, I could only say it was due to bad luck.

“Take him back,” Eric said to those around him.

"You'll soon face the court's verdict, Carrasco."

“A verdict? It should be a death sentence,” Carrasco said quietly.

There's absolutely no suspense.

He knew what choice the emperor of the empire would make.

Unfortunately, his ambitions were not realized.

This corrupt empire remains so unbreakable, instilling in him an indescribable despair.

"Maybe..." Eric wanted to say something.

But even knowing everything, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to say those words that he didn't even believe.

"Maybe what?" Carrasco was quite interested to know what the colonel would say.

"It's nothing, just some things that neither you nor I would believe."

Whether it's his rescue or the empire becoming better—

Eric and Carrasco would never believe it.

“Is that so? Then there’s no need to say anything more,” Carrasco said.

“I never intended to say it,” Eric said.

---

Three days later, Carrasco was sentenced to death.

He remained calm as he was led to the guillotine.

He could have fought back, since Bray was no longer there and no one could beat him.

But in the end, he did not resist.

If he doesn't want to die, then the mere guillotine won't do anything to him.

Before his execution, he looked at the furious emperor with a very subtle gaze.

The fat they gained from the harvest was actually similar to that of many nobles in the capital.

They're all the same, not very good-looking.

Eric was right; if he had used a cult to achieve his goals, many people would have died.

Even if the empire is reborn, sins will be born along with it.

Because far too many people will die, and that can't even be called a "sacrifice".

Perhaps my ideas are wrong, or my direction is incorrect.

Using some lives to save more people may present a certain paradox.

Carrasco then smiled, not at anyone else, but at the emperor who was waiting to see his head severed and blood flow.

Even in prison clothes, his hearty smile remained charming.

When the emperor was being stared at by Carrasco, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

"Execute him!" the emperor shouted.

Fear compelled him to execute Carrasco prematurely.

And so the once-renowned swordsman, Carrasco, died.

His life ended with the guillotine.

Carrasco did not resist; he simply closed his eyes and accepted it.

Blood splattered on the spot, and no miracle occurred.

Many people couldn't help but cry at the execution ground.

The emperor didn't know why these people were crying. He was just a little annoyed. Why would anyone shed tears for the death of a traitor?

Who knows? Maybe even the person crying right now doesn't know.

All people know is that the title "Sword Saint" was given to the adventurer who defeated Carrasco that day, at some unknown time.

Although the title of "Sword Saint" has changed hands, some people know the adventurer's name, but most people have no idea.

Few people even know what she looks like.

It wasn't because the adventurer was particularly mysterious, but simply because he left the capital after defeating Carrasco.

It's as if nothing matters—

It doesn't matter if I defeat Carrasco, it doesn't matter if I'm called the Sword Saint.

He might not even know that he was called the Sword Saint. Bray continued to stare at the clouds in the sky as if they were some delicious treat.

"Master, why do you always like to look at clouds?" Zetsu asked, puzzled.

She always found her Master watching the clouds.

“Because it looks more casual,” Bray replied casually.

Looking at the clouds, he felt as if he were floating along with them, feeling quite carefree.

When you stop thinking about complicated things, life suddenly becomes much simpler.

Some time ago, he mustered up his courage and used the Appraisal skill to check his own condition.

---

Blakes

Humans (?)

Inherent ability: There's nothing here.

掌握能力：「烹饪lv2」「基础剑术lv237」「鉴定术lv1」「断刚剑术lv182」「古流剑派lv161」「断水流lv195」「我流lv68」...

quality:

"Speed" is roughly the same as a human's appearance.

Speaking of "power", why don't you let me properly appraise all kinds of things for you?

"Skill" Wow, it feels kind of weird.

"Body," have you recently started developing a fetish?

"Heart," I never expected your hobby to become so strange. Did you suffer some kind of blow?

"Skill" You don't react at all? I'm right here, much better than those newly born consciousnesses!

Overall: You have such a wonderful goddess, why don't you feel anything at all? Are you a lolicon in every sense of the word?

---

The lengthy evaluation report was mostly just pointless complaints.

The real significance lies in the ability level.

After taking a quick look, Bray thought it was pretty good.

He remembered that when he was in the ruins, his basic swordsmanship wasn't that advanced.

What? You've been making pretty good progress, haven't you?

He wondered if he would ever break through level 600, at which point he might be able to cleave through the clouds with his aura.

Could he really be a swordsmanship prodigy? Bray gradually developed a serious delusion about his learning abilities.

“Um, sir…” A voice interrupted Bray’s reverie.

He lowered his head, which had been tilted back, and his lifeless right eye scrutinized the person who had spoken.

Bray almost forgot that he was now sitting in a carriage, and the person speaking was naturally the coachman.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" he asked the driver.

Although it's called a carriage, it's not pulled by horses, but by fast-running deer.

To be precise, it should be a monster that resembles a deer.

When it runs, it's actually not slower than a regular magic car, it's just a bit bumpy, but the toll is cheaper.

"I can't go any further ahead; the roads over there are all blocked," the driver said with difficulty.

"Is that so? Okay then." Bray got out of the car without any complaints.

After Bray paid the fare, the driver promptly left, leaving Bray bewildered in the wind.

"Master, are you going to walk on your own from now on?" Zetsu asked.

"It should be."

Bray didn't come to this remote wilderness for a day trip; he came to do a commission.

The client is the Empire, and the location is Inlai, which has already fallen for some reason.

Inlai is a special neutral city situated on the border between the Empire and the Federation.

The reason for the fall was a monster, and Bray knew very well what that monster was.

Aragami are things similar in nature to the berserk Kalogaris.

Knowing this, Bray was not at all surprised that a city could fall completely in a few hours.

I heard that place has been turned into a living hell, and only a very small number of people have managed to escape it.

Those people didn't even know how they escaped; the scene was so desperate that it made you forget about fleeing.

The Empire is now in a hurry to send troops to subdue the monster because recent reports indicate that it is steadily advancing toward the Empire's borders.

The consequences would be unimaginable if such a monster were allowed to reach the borders of the empire.

It is likely that one city after another will fall, becoming a hell like Inlai.

To be honest, Bray has no good feelings towards either the Federation or the Empire.

He only accepted the commission because he knew how dangerous the Aragami were.

Of course, he didn't know why the Empire would specifically seek him out; they probably just wanted to use him as a tool.

Thinking about this makes me a little unhappy.

It doesn't matter anyway, this attack is necessary, so I'll do it myself.

Moreover, assisting the Empire will make many things much easier in the future.

"The final climax, roughly in which direction is that guy?" Bray asked casually.

"Hmm, as expected, a useless Master still needs to rely on me!" Zekyou was delighted to hear Bray's question.

As for why she was happy, only she knows.

"Right now, it should be at the Master's three o'clock position, I have a strong sense of where that is."

"Three o'clock..." Bray muttered, gesturing a direction before starting to walk.

But after walking for a while, Bray felt something was wrong.

Without a carriage, how long would it take to get there?

“…” Bray gradually realized that this was a big problem.

"The final climax, is that guy far away?" he asked nervously.

"I don't know, I can only tell the direction." Juexiang was also helpless, after all, she wasn't as accurate as a radar.