A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“But the result was still a tragedy, nothing changed.” Bray opened his right eye and said quietly.

"Smack!" The girl closed the book and threw it at Bray's face.

"Smack! Smack!" The girl slammed it once, but not satisfied, she stood up and slammed it a few more times.

"Ugh, this is so troublesome."

"I tried to reason with you, but you just sided with me!"

"You pretentious, arrogant, dead-fish-eyed guy, you're such a troublesome fellow."

"So you're a terrible Master!"

"I tried to reason with you, and you still took it personally! Die! Die!"

The girl continued smashing things while grumbling.

"..." Bray covered his reddened face; this girl had hit him hard.

Bray looked at the girl; he couldn't very well fight back.

"You just need to keep doing what you're supposed to do."

"Confusion is not for you, you know? You're a useless Master." The girl said to Bray, hands on her hips.

"Okay," Bray replied listlessly. The number of casualties in Knight Town wasn't as high as expected.

The entire town was completely destroyed, especially the area near the clock tower, where there was hardly any intact land.

The collapsed clock tower never rang its bells again.

The town of Knight was shrouded in a somber atmosphere; the people's feelings could no longer be described as mere sorrow.

Some people vaguely remember what happened that night.

It was like a nightmare, something I can't bear to recall.

William's death left the town's affairs unattended.

Rebuilding the town has become difficult.

To be honest, the mayor of Knight Town is an incompetent fool; otherwise, he wouldn't have pushed so many things onto William.

A week after the nightmare, the townspeople finally recovered and began working on rebuilding the town.

Unfortunately, rebuilding the town would be very difficult without a leader.

The town mayor simply shifted the blame.

Of course, the consequence of shifting the blame was being ousted from office by the angry townspeople.

Having just experienced such a tragic event, everyone was carrying negative emotions, and the mayor naturally became the target of spreading these emotions.

Bray walked down the street, looking around.

The streets were deserted, yet strangely lacking that oppressive atmosphere.

The gray sky, I don't know when, turned blue.

After so many days, Bray regained his ability to walk.

Of course, don't bother Bray with fights.

After giving Naruko some instructions, Bray came out alone again.

However, Naruko certainly wouldn't let Bray go out on his own so easily.

After Bray repeatedly assured her that he would not do anything, Naruko reluctantly let Bray get out of bed.

"Is it because that walnut monster died?" Bray whispered.

Brey didn't even bother to remember Migolavin's name.

Bray only remembered that Migoravan was a guy with a head as big as a walnut.

The houses on both sides were dilapidated, with wooden beams sticking out onto the street.

Bray would occasionally kick away stones that blocked his path.

According to what Bai Mian said, people who have only died once in the nightmare can still be saved.

Looking up at old man Owen's house, Bray hesitated whether to go inside.

If that's the case, then old man Irving should have recovered.

However, he did not open the door for Bray.

Old man Owen, who was good at "mind games," should have known in advance that Bray would come looking for him.

Bray stepped forward and pushed open the door to old man Irving's house.

The wooden door wasn't locked, and Bray easily pushed it open.

"Creak—" The old wooden door made a creaking sound.

Old Man Owen's house is far from the clock tower area and has not been badly damaged.

Only a portion of the outer wall was scratched off.

The moment the wooden door opened, Bray froze for some reason.

Bray had visited old man Irving's house several times.

Every time I go, I feel that this house is particularly oppressive.

Even with the lights on, the corridor was incredibly dark, and visibility was completely blurred.

But this time was different; Bray was surprised to find that the hallway of the house was somewhat bright.

The windows in the house were opened, and the midday sun shone into the house, dispelling all the darkness.

Bray turned the corner and arrived at old man Owen's study.

Bray showed no awareness of his illegal entry, behaving like a visitor.

The study was very tidy, but old man Owen's desk looked a little empty.

There should have been a lot of books piled up there.

Now, apart from a letter and a lamp, there is nothing else.

Old man Irving had his back to Bray and was facing the window.

The golden midday sun shone on old man Irving.

The old man still had his eyes closed, but this time, his closed eyes looked exceptionally peaceful.

The study no longer has that cold and gloomy feeling it used to have.

It's so warm and cozy that you just want to rest here and enjoy a nap.

Old man Irving remained motionless, and it was unclear whether he was asleep.

“…” Bray wanted to speak, but he was unsure if what he said would make any sense.

Bray stood quietly behind old man Irving.

After a long while, Bray finally realized that something was wrong.

He walked up to old man Owen and placed his hand under the old man's nose.

Not a single breath was heard.

It was only then that Bray noticed a small knife stuck in old man Owen's heart.

Some dried blood stained the old coat.

Old man Irving is dead, he's been dead for a long time.

He died so quietly that no one could discover it, as if he were still alive.

It does not react to the outside world and cannot perceive anything in the outside world.

The only difference is that old man Irving can no longer think.

Who would kill this old man?

He was probably the only one.

Bray picked up the letter on the table and began to read it silently.

"The nightmare is finally coming to an end."

"—Both Logan and I are finally waking up."

—"Thank you, stranger from out of town."

"Thank you for giving me the chance to atone for my sins."

"Evil cannot be erased by anything."

"But at least I can atone for some of my sins as a sinner."

"I have done everything I was supposed to do."

"So-called gods are nothing at all."

—"But what exactly is this so-called truth?"

"Even now, these questions haunt me, driving me to do crazy things."

—"So, I chose to forget everything and wake up from this dream called reality."

"Goodbye, stranger in a foreign land."

—"May you still be able to move forward safely amidst the waves, and may your inner eye dispel all illusions you face."

"I hope that you, like an Asura, can follow the path of cause and effect."

The letter was short, but it confirmed for Bray that old man Irving had committed suicide.

Bray didn't feel too much emotion.

Bray thought about the letter for a long time, and finally put it back on old man Owen's desk.

Old man Owen loves to enjoy the sunshine and takes afternoon naps.

Let him rest this time.

Bray opened the study window a little, letting more sunlight into the room.

The study was instantly bathed in light.

“This town looks pretty good now,” Bray muttered, though it was unclear whether he was referring to old man Owen.

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Bray walked out of old man Irving's house.

He didn't even consider whether he would be accused of killing the old man.

He just wanted to see what the final outcome would be for old man Irving.

Bray, carrying his greatsword, patted the longsword at his waist and left with his back to old man Owen's house.

The sunlight shone on Bray, casting his long shadow.

After Bray had gone quite a distance, Owen's house suddenly collapsed.

"BOOM!!!!!" Bricks and stones crumbled off the wall.

The house looked dusty, and it gradually shrank in size.

Old man Owen was hit by a rock in his study.

The falling stone was shaped like a cross.

With a muffled thud, old man Owen's house collapsed completely.

“Mr. Bray, are you all leaving?” Kaima asked, standing in front of Bray.

After the nightmare shattered, Kaima recovered.

Seeing Kaima recover normally, Bray felt somewhat relieved.

This world isn't all tragedy; there are always things that bring joy.

"Well, it's time to go home," Bray said, patting the head of the horse behind him.