A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Dove's weakness was beyond Misala's expectations.

Dove remained motionless as Misala held her, seemingly unconscious. Even in her unconscious state, the little girl was still clutching an atlas.

This time, she didn't let go of the booklet in her hand.

However, Misala, who originally wanted to kill Doffin directly, eventually softened her heart.

She ultimately decided to take Dove away from Vinipado, and Misala didn't care what happened afterward.

"Can you put down the little girl you're holding and then talk to me properly?" Bray yawned and helplessly blocked Misala's path.

Katrina stepped out from behind Bray.

Katrina, holding the hem of her skirt, gave Misala a slight curtsy.

“Lady Katrina…” Misala looked at Katrina in disbelief.

She reported the mission failure, not expecting that Katrina would be sent instead.

“…” Misala, of course, also remembered Bray.

During the "Twin Swords" Wayne incident, Bray even forced himself to back down.

“You look familiar.” Bray rubbed his temples, seemingly recognizing the guy.

I wonder if it would be easier to talk to someone I know.

After Nisha explained the whole story to him, she asked him to stop Misala from taking Doffin away.

As for Nisa, she ran straight to the sea, saying she wanted to delay the sea creatures' advance.

"If I can't stop them, then please leave it to you, Mr. Bray," Nisa said before leaving.

Please, don't give Bray so much work all at once, and without even paying him.

Besides, Miss Nisha, didn't you just get beaten up? Do you really think you can win this time?

Bray thought to himself, then couldn't help but facepalm. This "enemy of God" wasn't right.

"Is this another mishap?" Bray suddenly felt a little nervous.

“This time… I won’t back down because of you.” Last time, I was intimidated by Bray’s aura and didn’t get involved in the Demon King’s affair. This time, it won’t be the same.

"Don't be so stubborn right now," Bray shrugged.

"Get out of the way."

“I’m not doing anything wrong,” Misala said, hugging Dove tightly.

"Lady Katrina, you should also be able to distinguish what is right."

"The right thing to do now is to leave this city with the goals of the sea people in mind."

Upon hearing Misala's words, Katrina paused, lost in thought.

"..." Bray didn't make a move either.

“The sea creatures’ only target is this child. If they send the child away from the city, the city will not be affected,” Katrina said.

“That’s right.” Misala nodded.

“I didn’t mean to kill the child,” Misala added.

Bray frowned, listening to Misala's words as if he were listening to a sword saint.

Bray glanced at Dove and could tell she was still alive.

Misala didn't hit the little girl too hard either.

"Please don't stop me." Misala transformed into a shadow and darted away from Bray.

Bray didn't immediately stop Misala; he just sighed.

It sounded reasonable, but for some reason, Bray just felt that the idea was wrong.

"You should just let her go," Bray said quietly after Misala had walked a few meters away.

"!?!" A strange aura surged towards Misala.

Misala felt a chill run down her spine in an instant, a coldness rising from the depths of her heart.

A tattered longsword had appeared on his path without him noticing.

The sword was ordinary, and its speed was not fast.

But Misala found herself with no way to avoid it; it was as if she were walking right into a sword.

"Clang—" The slightly curled blade pressed against Misala's neck.

Despite the blunt blade, Misala had the illusion that a head could be severed at any moment.

"Why are you stopping me?" Misala was furious; she didn't understand why Bray would do this.

He's harming the entire city.

“It suddenly occurred to me that the man who cares about her so much must be very flustered right now,” Bray said, squinting his right eye.

"What?" Misala gritted her teeth in anger, feeling that Bray was being unreasonable.

How can such a reason be compared to saving the lives of everyone in the city?

“You probably don’t understand.” Bray nodded to himself.

He imagined what he would do if Levy were also kidnapped.

Then his hands started moving.

Bray felt he was too much like Redip; the man was probably in the same state Bray imagined at that moment.

"Don't take away other people's most precious treasures without permission."

"You idiot!" Misala shouted, her supple body contorting in an illogical way.

"You bastard who doesn't value human life!"

Misala took a step and shot out like an arrow.

Her figure became blurred after merging with the shadow.

Open your mind.

Bray closed his right eye, took a step forward, and located Misala's position with perfect accuracy.

"!?!" Misala couldn't believe that Bray had grabbed her in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!!" Misala slammed the bombs in her hand to the ground, where they exploded violently upon impact.

A strange-smelling mist spread out.

“Anesthetic…” Bray pursed his lips. It was still the most effective anesthetic.

Although the fog couldn't stop Bray from seeing through Misala's stealth, the anesthetic did freeze him for a few breaths.

“They got away.” Bray sheathed his longsword and shook his head regretfully.

“Mr. Bray, it seems I won’t be able to catch up with you,” Katrina said to Bray.

“I need to find Misala… I need to resolve the matter of the ‘Great Enemy of God.’”

After saying that, Katrina vanished from the spot, leaving behind a sky full of fluttering butterflies.

Katrina didn't bring Bray along, probably because she didn't want to clash with Bray, nor did she want Misala to be stopped by him.

In her opinion, Misala did nothing wrong.

No one understood what Bray was thinking, and no one could imagine what was on either side of the scales in Bray's mind.

What exactly is on the scales regarding Winipado's safety?

"Right and wrong," Bray mused, standing alone in the alley.

As Bray sighed, heavy breathing sounded beside him.

"Do you know...where did Dove go?" Redip asked wearily, standing behind Bray.

After recognizing Redip, Bray couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He actually knew the answer to that question.

“She was taken away in this direction.” Bray pointed his finger in the direction Misala had fled.

“But are you sure you want to go after them?” Bray asked.

While Misala wasn't as good as Breda, she could easily deal with someone like Redip who had no fighting ability.

"Why didn't you chase after them?" Redip frowned and looked at Bray.

“The person who kidnapped Dove is very powerful. It’s questionable whether you can catch up with him, and even if you do, you might not be able to get Dove back,” Bray explained.

"Is this your reason for advising me not to pursue her?"

Redip suddenly shook his head at Bray and walked right past him.

"If we don't chase after it, we'll never find it again."

Before he finished speaking, Redip had already run quite a distance.

Bray stared at Redip's departing figure with dead fish eyes, then took a step and followed.

However, Bray was too lazy to run and just followed leisurely.

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Having escaped the clutches of Bray, Misala finally arrived at the seaside pier.

In addition to large ships, you can also find some private small boats here.

Dove woke up in Misala's arms and opened his blurry eyes.

"Where am I?" Dove, who had just woken up, sensed that something was wrong with her surroundings.

This isn't near Reddeep's stall; it's more like a dock area.

Why am I in this place?

The next moment, Dove found himself being held tightly in the arms of a strange woman.

"Who are you? Let me go!" Dove used all his strength to try to break free from Misala's embrace.

However, Misala's strength far surpassed that of Dove, and no matter how hard Dove tried, he could not escape from Misala's grasp.

Misara's strength is not great, but that's only relative to those of the same level.

Dealing with a little girl is not too easy.

However, Misala did not let her guard down, because she knew that the little girl struggling in her arms had the blood of the Bronze race.

Misala was wary of her mixed-race identity; who knew what powerful force might be hidden within that small body?

Many records say that mixed-race people are often powerful.

If she were to suddenly erupt, Misala wouldn't be able to laugh.

“Stop making a scene,” Misala said coldly, her icy gaze fixed on Dove.

Dove, who was being stared at by Misala, froze completely and didn't dare to breathe.

This woman, with half her face covered by a scarf, is terrifying.

“If you keep causing trouble, I might really lose my temper and kill you,” Misala threatened Doffin, trying to get him to behave.

Upon hearing this, Dove stopped struggling.

Misala glanced at Doffin, wondering if she should knock her out again.

Just then, a man dressed in fisherman's clothes yawned and walked past Misala.

Misala's lips curved into a beautiful smile beneath her scarf.

She was worried about how to find someone to take her out to sea.

"Wait a minute," Misala called out to the drowsy fisherman.

The fisherman was startled and looked up at Misala.

He was puzzled as to why the woman had called out to him.

“Do you have a boat?” Misala asked.