A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Jonathan didn't think the bullet would have hit him if Bray hadn't been seriously injured.

However, once hit, it can be a death sentence.

Pain is something that can only be endured, not defended against.

Even those who have lost the ability to feel pain can feel this kind of pain.

And in this world, the method of dying "painfully" truly exists.

Of course, if Bray faints from the pain, Jonathan wouldn't mind finishing him off.

Now is not the time for Jonathan to deliver the final blow; his most important goal is to see how interesting the "curse" on the ring really is.

"Get up...get up quickly..." Nisha whispered, trying to get her unresponsive body moving.

“I won’t let you touch Mr. Bray.” Nisha stood up unsteadily, panting heavily.

Nisha struggled to maintain her standing posture, but soon a strange expression appeared on her face.

"Why doesn't it hurt?"

With such a severe injury, forcing oneself to stand up would undoubtedly cause excruciating pain.

But Nisha felt no pain whatsoever; although it was strenuous, it didn't hurt at all.

"Why…"

"Do you want to ask why there is no pain?" Jonathan's voice began to flow smoothly.

My injured throat, after so long, has finally started to recover a little.

The important thing is that Jonathan doesn't feel any pain even when he forces himself to speak.

So I just said whatever came to mind.

As for why it doesn't hurt, the reason is the same as why Nisha doesn't feel pain.

“Now all our suffering is being borne by Mr. Monk,” Jonathan said lightly.

Apart from the two powerful Silver Ones at sea, no one in Vinipado will feel pain.

All the pain was concentrated on Bray.

“How could this be…” Nisha stood there, stunned.

“That’s right, your difficult attempt to stand up only made Mr. Ring-Bearer feel even worse.” Jonathan shook his head.

The smile on the mask seemed to mock Nisha's ignorance.

"How could this happen... how could this happen..." Nisha murmured. This woman, who rarely shed tears, now shed crystal tears.

“No one can help him—” Jonathan raised his hands.

“…” Nisha reached out and grasped Bray’s left hand tightly.

Nisha felt a pang of pain in her heart as she sensed the coldness and trembling in Bray's left hand.

However, this pain soon disappeared, leaving only Nisha's empty sorrow.

“Let’s go,” Bree, who was behind Nisha, suddenly said.

“You won’t feel pain now… take Dove’s hand… and walk.” The intense pain made Bray’s speech incoherent.

Bray had never experienced such pain before, and he knew very well that he wouldn't be able to bear it for long.

Thinking also began to slow down, and my mind went blank.

"Leaving again..." Nisha murmured, her heart filled with resentment.

It's always been like this; Bray faces everything alone, while Nisha can only watch.

Even at the end, Bray would still attribute the credit to himself, the one who did nothing.

Nisha had always been helped by Bray and received his kindness in this way.

But I can't do anything.

Now, Nisha has no choice but to leave; she has no other option.

The only way to help Bray is to run away.

But Nisha really didn't want to run, whether she joined "God's Enemy" or kept training.

All of this is so that we won't have to face situations like this again, so that we won't have to make things so difficult for Bray, and so that we can repay Bray for his kindness time and time again.

"Knight Princess"? No, Nisha is just a knight who chases after Bray.

The strong? No, they are the weak.

"... "

Nisha knew exactly what she should do, but she also felt a sense of resentment.

Conflicting ideas collided.

The tattoo on Nisha's chest began to glow with a golden light, which grew stronger and stronger, enveloping everything around it.

"Hmm? So the little girl has finally developed some decent conviction and awareness?" A flippant yet elderly voice echoed in Nisha's ears.

Nisha could sense that the sound was coming from the knight's lance.

Nisha froze when she heard that flippant voice.

Then she found herself in a strange place.

An abandoned meeting room.

The seats around the conference room were dilapidated, and the central conference table was covered with a thick layer of dust and cobwebs.

However, these seats are made of high-grade wood, and even in their dilapidated state, one can still feel their exceptional quality.

The meeting room was dimly lit, with only four torches in the corners.

The dim light struggled to illuminate the conference hall.

"Where am I?" Nisha looked around blankly.

The masked gentleman's figure vanished from her sight, leaving Nisha somewhat bewildered.

"It seems we're saved," Bray's weak voice came from behind Nisha.

“Mr. Bray?” Nisha rushed to Bray’s side, trying to help him up from his kneeling position.

But the moment she started running, Nisha realized something was wrong.

How could she have run away?

“This isn’t Vinipado,” Bray said to Nisha.

The intense pain that surged towards Bray vanished in an instant.

The negative effects Jonathan had inflicted on himself were erased.

No... it shouldn't be erased, but rather that this place is not in Vinipado.

Therefore, Bray will not be affected.

“The place is different, and Dove isn’t here either…” Bray’s expression turned a little grim as he spoke.

Only Nisha and I are here. Where is Sofen?

As Nisha listened to Bray's words, she couldn't help but touch her chest.

Before coming to this place, Nisha's chest tattoo suddenly caught everyone's attention.

However, Nisha knew very well that this was not help from the "Children of Light, the Light of the Light."

Instead, it was put away as "Emperor's Okara".

But no one ever told Nisha that the "Digon" weapon could also teleport people.

Even those who are "the greatest enemy of God" only know that this spear was left behind by a former member.

No further details about this knight's lance are known to any of the current members.

"Hmm, it seems you guys know the situation quite well." It was that flippant voice again.

An elderly man sat with his legs crossed at the edge of the conference table.

The old man had his gray hair styled in a slicked-back style.

"No, there are two people. I was supposed to only be pulling this young girl." The old man frowned, realizing something was amiss.

"Where exactly is this place?" Nisha couldn't help but ask the old man.

Although the old man was suspicious, no one else should know what was going on.

"A world of the mind?" Bray suddenly spoke before the old man could.

The old man gave Bray a surprised look.

“That’s right, this is the world of mental images, the small world of ‘Emperor’s Hill’,” the old man said.

“The world of the mind?” Nisha looked at Bray, then at the old man, completely bewildered.

What is the world of mental images?

Seeing Nisha's bewildered expression, Bray let out a long sigh.

"A separate world constituted by the weapon's forger and the user's inner thoughts," Bray began to explain to Nisha.

Of course, what Bray told Nisha was exactly what "Beers" said.

After hearing Bray's explanation, Nisha opened her mouth wide and stood still at a distance.

She still needs time to process this information, after all, Nisha's ability to process information is not as strong as Bray's.

But just as Nisa was trying to gather her thoughts, the old man continued speaking.

“Most of the mental world is indeed as you say,” the old man said, stroking his chin.

"This mental world is not independent."

"Huh?" Bray was surprised.

"This is the 'Hall of Sparks,' a mental world shared by all 'Great Enemy of God' weapons."

"And I am not the self-will of this world."

"I am just a dead man."

"A member of the previous generation of 'God's Great Enemy'."

“The user of ‘Digan,’ Alrenadis,” the old man said proudly.

"I've been dead for just twenty years," Arlen said with a smug look on his face when he said how long he had been dead.

Why do you feel proud when you talk about things like this?!

"Were you the previous user?" Nisha looked at Arlen curiously.

This carefree old man was nowhere near the wielder of this lance.

"Yeah, I didn't expect this generation to be a busty girl." Arlen stroked his mustache and squinted his eyes.

"It's a pity I'll die very old, so I'm afraid I won't be able to win you over."

“…” Nisha found it increasingly unbelievable. Was this guy really the previous user? Why was he spouting such lewd nonsense?

"Alright, let's get down to business. This mental world has no self-will."

"Those who reside within are us, the deceased members of the 'Great Enemy of God.'"

“No, it should be called a powerful being who is ‘the greatest enemy of the gods.’” As he spoke, Arlen proudly raised his head.

"Speaking of which, the 'Great Enemy of God' that appeared after my death is truly shameful."

"After I passed away, it's been so long before a girl like this was able to enter this 'Hall of Fire'."

“When did the ‘Great Enemy of God’ start having such a hard time dealing with bronze-level guys?” Arlen glanced at Nisa and said.

"I'm sorry..." Although she didn't know why she had to apologize, Nisha still apologized subconsciously.

After all, Nisha is a member of the contemporary "Great Enemy of God," and Arlen's dissatisfaction must include Nisha as well.

"He talks too much," Bray muttered from the corner.

Arlen certainly heard Bray's complaints, but chose to ignore them.