A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Bray could only conclude that these people were idiots.

Of course, a long, long time ago, he stopped paying attention to such trivial matters.

If you become fixated on something, you, your sword, and the people around you will all be affected.

Nothing matters anymore.

As long as you don't upset him, it doesn't really matter what happens between the Empire and the Federation.

It doesn't matter whether random people praise or slander me.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

As long as we don't drag him or the people around him into this, it's fine.

Knowing that he was passionate about dealing with the Aragami, the emperor still wanted to use Bray as a tool, truly believing that Bray was a fool.

Don't be fooled by his drooling; he's not stupid at all.

The emperor's various actions caused his goodwill toward the empire to plummet.

I have a feeling that if things continue like this, the emperor will do something strange.

Bray, who had been wrongly accused and imprisoned before, was particularly sensitive to this kind of thing.

Who knows, another amazing thing might happen.

So this time he came to the Northern Continent, for his own future.

You wouldn't believe it, would you? Blakeras is such a shrewd and far-sighted man.

"Master, Master, you're drooling again!" Zeke couldn't stand it anymore and reminded Bray once more.

"Oh..." Bray wiped his drool again and finally stopped looking up at the sky.

Reminded by the final echo, Bray finally snapped out of his daze and remembered that he still had important things to do.

He was on his way to find the Empress of the White Court Kingdom in the Northern Continent.

After taking a few deep breaths, Bray walked toward the most magnificent building in his city.

You can hardly see any humans on the street; they are all elves, and snow elves, which are rarely seen elsewhere.

There are many kinds of elves, but only snow elves can adapt to the icy and snowy world.

On the other hand, the Northern Continent has the largest number of elves, followed by barbarians.

People like Bray are rare, so occasionally people on the street will look at her curiously.

Of course, many people subconsciously assumed that Bray was a traveler.

Unfortunately, Bray's trip to the Northland was not a trip for him.

"Halt! A palace lies ahead!" Two elven guards blocked Bray's path with their spears and said in a deep voice.

Before he knew it, Bray had reached the outer perimeter of the palace.

Hundreds of meters away from the palace, the area was considered the Queen's "residence," and ordinary people had no chance to enter it.

"Ah, is that it up ahead?" Bray tilted his head and asked in return.

"That's right, if there's nothing else, please go back." The elven guard was quite polite.

Bray moved his hand, which had been resting on the scabbard, slightly away.

“I’m here to see the Queen,” Bray said casually.

"Your Majesty is very busy, I apologize, please return." The elven guard frowned, his tone seemingly a little displeased.

Maybe he thinks in his heart that Bray is ignorant and doesn't know his place.

Empress Dorothea of ​​the White Court was seen as a perfect being by the people.

No one disrespected her, and even if they did, they were all beaten away.

Dorothea may not have been a wise ruler who left a mark on history, but she was at least enlightened, and she was definitely a queen who could protect the entire country.

"Really?" Bray was a little skeptical.

However, if someone is really busy, he feels bad about bothering them.

He touched the back of his head with his left hand, as if he was trying to think.

“I’ll go find her myself…” In the end, Bray came to this surprising answer.

When exactly did he begin to disregard the rules?

This is truly a bad omen.

He should have followed the rules as a law-abiding citizen, but he didn't want to go through what happened in the past again.

By the way, he's no longer considered a law-abiding citizen.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, and his body had already moved away from the two elven guards.

"Stop!!" the elven guard roared. How could he allow Bray to enter the palace with weapons?

That shout instantly surrounded Bray.

A bunch of elven guards suddenly appeared around him, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

"..." He looked around, then subconsciously looked up at the sky.

There are so many people.

It's that kind of thing again.

That makes sense, though. Normally he should have been stopped, and the guards should have attacked him.

Yes, that's the normal way to say it.

But for Bray, it didn't matter.

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A few minutes later.

Bray walked to a garden in the palace and found a bench to sit down.

It seems that Queen Dorothea is not busy at all, and is even enjoying her leisure time in the afternoon.

So why lie? Bray couldn't understand those guards.

This lie is utterly devoid of any substance.

But it seems some people have said that if just anyone can see the Queen, then the Queen doesn't even need to sleep?

He thought about it for a moment and realized it made sense, then barged in.

You say there's absolutely no connection between the two? Indeed, there isn't; Bray thinks so too.

It's simply that I'm too lazy to go through all those procedures and want to skip them.

A beautiful figure entered Bray's field of vision.

Without saying a word, the other party threw an axe at him.

Bray raised his eyelids slightly and knocked the axe away with his sword sheath.

He didn't even look where the axe flew off to; it wasn't his weapon anyway.

"You've knocked my axe into a rather difficult spot." A pleasant voice echoed through the garden.

“It’s not mine anyway,” Bray said calmly.

"Are you the intruder?" The voice belonged to the queen of this country, Dorothea.

She casually brushed her long, silvery hair aside to keep it from falling messily over her shoulders.

Dorothea looked at Bray and sat down opposite him.

“Intruder? Well, you could say that.” Bray did not deny his intrusion.

Bray would rather be seen as a barbarian than have his sword confiscated.

If faced with the choice between having his sword taken away and being attacked by a massive army, Bray would choose to fight the massive army alone.

“I don’t want to have my weapons taken away,” Bray said casually.

"You came here to find me." Dorothea didn't use a questioning tone, but rather stated a fact she already knew.

“If you are Queen Dorothea, then I am indeed with you.”

"This isn't the attitude and approach a queen should have." Dorothea narrowed her eyes, as if trying to see through Bray.

Her words carried an air of authority that inspired awe.

Bray first swept away all the guards, and then defeated all three warriors of the White Court Kingdom.

Although Bray didn't do anything outrageous to them, and even put them on chairs to rest after winning the fight, Bray's actions were still considered "intrusive".

From both a moral and logical standpoint, Dorothea had no reason to let Bray go.

Dorothea noticed him when she was at the entrance of the Bray station.

Because Bray's imposing aura was completely undiminished and simply radiated outwards.

An average adventurer might attribute Bray's aura to that of an "ordinary person".

But Dorothea knew that this was not the aura of an "ordinary person".

Dorothea was always on high alert when facing Bray.

“Whatever,” Bray replied.

“I want to make a deal with you,” he continued.

“In this situation, do you think I would make a deal with an intruder?” Dorothea said, looking at Bray meaningfully.

“Well, you should, if you’re not an idiot.” Bray nodded honestly.

“You’re a very interesting person.” Dorothea suddenly laughed, crossed her legs, and waited for Bray’s Xia to say something.

"Thank you for the compliment." Bray accepted Dorothea's praise without any hesitation.

Whether it's mockery or not, as long as it sounds like you're praising yourself, that's all that matters.

"I can help you kill a few of the Wild Gods in the White Court."

"You?" Dorothea's smile deepened.

"Yes, it's me."

“All you need to do is let me and my family settle here,” Bray said.

"Oh, right, I forgot to ask, are you an idiot?" he asked.

“Of course not,” Dorothea replied matter-of-factly.

"That's fine."

However, he suddenly realized that if he wanted to move to the Northern Continent, why should he seek out the Empress?

It seems a bit redundant to do that.

But as expected, it didn't matter anymore. In the empty hall, Dorothea sat lazily on the throne, glancing sideways at the ground.

“Your Majesty! That guy is…” a short, sky-blue-haired elven girl said in a deep voice.

She was one of the three warriors who were taken down by Bray, and therefore she was extremely dissatisfied with Bray.

But to everyone's surprise, Her Majesty Dorothea actually reached some kind of consensus with that guy.

This was unacceptable to her, given her past mistreatment under Bray.

The main issue is that Bray is an intruder...

“Lucia, I know what you want to say,” Dorothea said softly.

"He was a barbaric intruder, lacking manners, and offended me."

She looked at Rukia.

Rukia, with her head down, must be filled with resentment.

Indeed, everyone was extremely dissatisfied with Bray, after all, even she herself didn't like this man who had trespassed into the palace.

Do you know why he barged in?