A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

He picked up his binoculars and looked in the direction of Lux's school activities.

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"Nice scenery, isn't it?" the captain said wistfully.

"What are you doing, you perverted dead fish eyes?" Naruko pushed her sunglasses up to her head and gave Bray a disdainful look.

“…” Bray quickly put down his binoculars.

"No, I just glanced at the sea."

"Don't let your right eye wander when you're lying, understand?" Naruko said irritably.

Then a thought flashed through Naruko's mind.

"I'm going to change into a more natural-looking swimsuit now." Naruko realized that her swimsuit was a bit too revealing.

"Could it be because of this!"

"I knew it! That's why there weren't any erotic scenes at the beach!"

"It turns out I used too much fabric!"

Naruko felt that the more she thought about it, the closer she got to the truth.

"Huh?" Bree frowned, wondering what Naruko was up to.

"See you later!" Naruko stuck out her tongue and dashed away.

Seriously, where did she get an extra swimsuit?

"Wait a minute... could this guy be going to buy a new one now?" Bray had a bad feeling.

“Oh… Naruko ran away, Bray.” Levy stared blankly in the direction Naruko had gone.

"Never mind her." Bray put down his binoculars; he had already had a good look at her.

Of course, Levy can't know this.

Absolutely not.

"Your partner is certainly a man of action," the captain chuckled.

“Well, that’s how it usually is.” Bray lay back in the recliner and sighed.

"However, speaking of which, things haven't been peaceful at sea lately." The captain quickly retrieved the binoculars.

Then I started looking into the distance through the binoculars.

As for where this distant place is, Bray can figure it out with a snap of his toes.

"The seas aren't calm?" But Bray still realized that the captain's words contained important information.

"Yes, the storms at sea are happening far too frequently, unbelievably frequently."

"Thanks to these storms, my boat is all damaged." The captain sounded very annoyed.

"No wonder you have so much free time now." Bray finally understood why this captain who was reading comics was so idle.

So much free time that you can lie here and enjoy sunbathing.

"The sea is unpredictable, but lately it's gone beyond unpredictable," the captain said, then sighed.

If possible, the captain would much rather stand on the deck.

"It's like the sea is angry." The captain who was reading the comic was right; the sea was indeed not calm.

As Bree lay on the beach, the sea was still churning.

The turmoil occurred some distance from Vinipado, so no one noticed it.

Far from the port of Vinipado, a ship drifts on the sea.

However, this place is not a shipping route, and few ships pass through it.

If you come to this place not for leisure, then it can only be for some special purpose.

A heavily armored ship sailed by, its fully armed appearance no less impressive than any other country's warship.

No, it should be even more powerful than those warships.

The sails were painted with patterns that no one recognized.

A blonde woman stood on the deck of the warship.

Wearing a swimsuit and a coat, she had a graceful figure.

However, the huge knight's lance behind her told everyone that she was not there for a vacation.

She came to fight.

The sea breeze lifted the bangs on the forehead of this former "Knight Princess".

Nisha squinted; she wasn't quite used to life at sea yet.

Wearing a swimsuit wasn't out of boredom, but because wearing armor on a ship was really troublesome.

Seawater splashes onto the deck from time to time, easily getting your clothes wet.

A simple swimsuit eliminates these worries.

Besides Nisha, there were many other sailors working on the ship.

The sailors' backs were painted with patterns that resembled the sails of a ship.

A woman dressed in night clothes stood next to Nisha, gazing at the sea.

And this woman is Misala, who took Nisha to the headquarters of "God's Great Enemy".

“Nisha, you’re wearing a swimsuit, it doesn’t offer any protection at all,” Misala said.

“It doesn’t matter. What can be blocked can be blocked even without armor, and what can’t be blocked won’t be blocked even with armor,” Nisa replied calmly.

“This mission is to stop the sea creatures,” Misara reminded Nisa.

“I understand.” Nisha moved closer to the railing, feeling the raging waves on the sea.

The sea was becoming increasingly turbulent, as if something was about to happen.

“They must not be allowed near the city; the higher species must not appear before humans,” Misala said coldly.

The spread of higher species would only cause unnecessary panic.

Panic can lead to even more terrible chaos.

This could be far greater than the damage caused by the invasion of higher species.

“I know.” Nisha understood this as well.

Having been a member of this mysterious organization for some time, Nisha knew very well what it did.

That's why Nisha stayed here.

It must be said that this organization is working for the benefit of all Black Iron races.

"boom!!!!"

"Rumble rumble rumble!!!"

The sea suddenly churned, and waves crashed against the warship, as if trying to drag the entire ship into a bottomless abyss.

A ghostly green light shone from the seabed.

Nisha remained motionless on the deck.

The sailors on board did not panic despite the sudden change, and continued to work in an orderly manner.

They had anticipated this turn of events.

Everyone on the ship is a member of "God's Great Enemy".

They also knew that they were about to face a sea race whose strength was equivalent to that of angels and demons.

The important thing is that they were facing more than one.

Rather, it refers to the existence of plural numbers.

"Boom!!!" Three enormous figures burst forth from the waves.

The three beings that appeared had faces and body structures similar to humans.

It's just that his body size is about ten times that of a normal person.

They wore armor and carried weapons just like humans.

Judging from the exquisite craftsmanship of the equipment, it was no ordinary item.

If shrunk tenfold and placed in the world of Black Iron, it would probably become a rare piece of equipment.

These three are sea creatures.

They emerged from the deep sea, only to search for something.

“It has appeared.” Misala’s voice was unusually cold.

“Hmm.” Nisha also appeared calm.

It's not because the "greatest enemy of the gods" has a sure win, but because even if they appear nervous, it won't affect their chances of winning.

Fear? Nisha and Misala might not be particularly afraid, but the sailors were still a little scared.

Fear, however, did not stop them from working.

The sea creatures also noticed the presence of the warship.

They weren't mindless fools; of course they understood that the ship was waiting for them.

“State your intentions,” one of the strong sea creatures demanded in a deep voice.

The tone was not friendly, and as the sea creature asked the question, the waves on the sea became even more violent.

“I’m stopping you from advancing into the coastal cities.” The speaker was Nisha.

Nisha raised her eyebrows slightly and took the knight's lance from her back.

"Hahahahahaha!!!" A rather thin sea creature laughed wildly.

He didn't know why these Ironborn wouldn't allow the Seafolk to approach the coastal cities.

He simply found this behavior ridiculous.

Like an ant trying to shake a tree, or a mantis trying to stop a chariot—it's all just a futile effort.

No reason is needed; this sheer overconfidence alone is enough to kill this group of Black Ironborn hundreds of times over.

"Boom!!!!" The sea creature, who had been silent until now, punched the warship directly.

Dense magic arrays lit up on the warship.

However, the magic circle did not last long and soon began to crack.

“…” Misala couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.

What immense pressure!

This was just a casual punch thrown by a sea creature.

"You retreat, I'm going in."

“I don’t want to wait until there’s no boat to get back,” Nisha smiled.

“I’ll support you,” Misala said solemnly.

“Okay.” Nisha tossed her neatly tied ponytail.

Immediately afterwards, Nisha whistled.

"Pakaso!" With Nisha's call, the lance in her hand flashed, and a white horse galloped across the sky.

The white horse has no wings, yet it can walk in the air.

The blue patterns on his body were as mysterious as a magic array.

The hooves were shrouded in a mist as light as gauze.

Pakaso arrived at Nisa's side in the blink of an eye, and Nisa easily mounted her horse.

The lance was originally designed for cavalry, so how could someone using a lance not have a mount?