A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"But you should be careful, young man."

"The last bit of consciousness you had has disappeared, so don't worry about anything happening."

“But you won’t get another chance to hide here,” Arlen said in a deep voice, extending his index finger.

"This is your only chance to be saved."

“I know.” Bray nodded; he certainly understood what Arlen was saying.

But a shadow still lingered in Bray's heart.

The shadow wasn't cast by Jonathan, but by what Jonathan said.

Bray was truly saved; in such a desperate situation, he could be saved because of Nisha's awakening.

"If I really can't die no matter what, will I eventually lose my awe of death?" Bray was afraid he would become numb.

What happens when a person knows they will never die, or believes they will never die?

Fearless and reckless? Doing all sorts of suicidal things like the protagonists in novels?

Doubt lingered in Bray's mind.

"So it really is a curse..." In Bray's view, the fate of those who wear the ring is more of a curse than a blessing.

Bray surprisingly shared the same idea as Gullid.

Some might think this kind of luck is a blessing, but Bray doesn't.

However, even though he didn't have the ring on his hand, he was frequently mistaken for someone who wore a ring.

"I don't even have a ring." How exactly do those people judge whether someone is a person who observes the precepts?

Bray also wants that kind of superpower.

“You should go,” Arlen said.

“Then kick me out,” Bray replied calmly.

The cold flames enveloped Bray, and when they died down, Bray vanished from the meeting hall.

Watching Bray leave, Arlen plopped down in a chair and crossed his legs.

"I really don't know when I'll be able to come out again," Arlen muttered to himself helplessly.

The voice grew softer and softer, and finally, like the others before him, Arlen vanished from the conference hall like a extinguished ember.

Bray only saw a streak of light flashing past him.

The surrounding scenery is blurred and elongated.

But Bray didn't go straight back to where he was; he was stopped.

"Stop the car." A pleasant yet cool voice rang out.

With that sound, the scenery within Bray's field of vision became crystal clear.

Bray stood there, staring in astonishment at the woods surrounding him.

Does this forest look a little familiar?

"The Tomb of Wandering?" Bray murmured, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

He was unaware that the "Hall of Fire" was connected to the "Tomb of Wanderings".

“It is the Tomb of Wandering.” Bray’s all-too-familiar voice rang out again.

Bray turned his head and saw the well-built gravedigger.

"Mira?"

"Don't you recognize me?" Mira said expressionlessly, still holding the lantern as before.

"I recognize him, but why am I here?" Shouldn't I be in Vinipado?

“I just happened to sense you were nearby, so I stopped you,” Mira said seriously.

"The place you were in before is connected to the Tomb of Wandering."

“I knew it when you went into that group’s meeting room.”

As the caretaker of the graveyard, Mira's jurisdiction also extends to the "Hall of the Fire Seed".

However, Mira generally ignores the "Great Enemy of God" group.

Mira's younger brother died as one of the "Great Enemy of God," so while she doesn't hate those guys, she doesn't exactly like them either.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, so I couldn't resist taking action."

"I'm so sorry," Mira said without a hint of remorse.

"Are you in a rush?" Mira asked Bray, as if she had just thought of something.

Bray looked up at the sky, which was obscured by the leaves.

"We're in a rush." ​​Bray also wanted to talk to Misha.

But time didn't allow it, and Vinicado still had such a big Jonathan.

"Really? That's a bit of a shame." Mira's eyes flickered slightly, but her voice remained flat.

"Then you can go." Mira raised her left hand and waved it gently.

"This isn't the place you usually come into, so I can just take you out."

The "Wandering Tomb" is itself a place that exists between the real and the unreal.

Bray can enter from the real world or through other unreal channels.

Of course, the state of the mine will be different depending on the way it is entered.

Now Bray seems more like a figment of imagination, a "wandering tomb".

"Goodbye," Mira said, her pale lips parting.

Before disappearing from the spot, Bray saw a natural smile appear on Mira's lips.

As his vision gradually cleared, Bray looked up, sweat dripping from his chin onto the ground.

Bray's consciousness finally returned to this side.

So much happened just now, but in reality, it was only a fleeting moment.

Without the onset of pain, Bray felt refreshed.

As for the lingering pain, Bray gritted his teeth, straightened his back, and endured it.

Just a hair's breadth away from the excruciating pain that Bray couldn't bear.

As Jonathan said, the longer the term "concept," the stronger its effect.

Even a "final echo" cannot completely suppress it.

"Oh? Oh oh oh oh oh oh?" Jonathan exclaimed in surprise when he saw Bray straighten up.

Jonathan could clearly feel his pain returning.

The wound from the grenades was throbbing with pain.

However, Jonathan's injuries have almost healed. Even without the ability to recover quickly, Jonathan's self-healing ability is still better than that of a normal person.

The effect of the "concept bomb" has been erased.

As for what happened, Jonathan could guess a little.

In that instant, Nisha and Bray's consciousness and souls vanished.

Although the time was very short, so short that it could be ignored.

But Jonathan was very perceptive.

The reason Bray was able to break free from the influence of his "concept bomb" was probably because of this one moment.

However, he didn't particularly care about these things. In fact, what Jonathan cared about most was whether he could speak fluently.

"Ahem, thankfully, I can still speak fluently." His speech isn't as halting as before.

For a chatterbox, not being able to speak fluently is pure torture.

“Mr. Bray, stand behind me.” Nisha stood in front of Bray, holding a knight’s lance in her hand.

Although she still looked disheveled, Nisha's injuries had fully healed.

The lance's spiraling tip spun wildly, churning the surrounding air.

Nisha, who returned from the Hall of the Fireseed, had all her injuries healed in an instant.

This is probably an extra benefit of what is called awakening.

"Hmm?" Jonathan also noticed the difference in Nisha's expression.

But I can't quite put my finger on what's different right now.

"Phew—" Nisha let out a long breath.

Nisha knew she had become stronger, but she couldn't be sure if she was strong enough to beat Jonathan.

Nisha had witnessed Bray's fight with Jonathan before, and she knew how terrifying Jonathan's skill level was.

Seeing that Nisha was taking the initiative to protect him, Bray didn't say much, as he was indeed not in a good state himself.

Even if he endures it, Bray's mental state is unlikely to recover immediately.

If Bray were to fight Jonathan like this, he would be asking for death.

However, Bray didn't know exactly how much Nisa's combat power had increased.

"Clang—" Jonathan lunged forward, his cane striking at Bray like a spear.

Bray, who hadn't caught his breath, had no way to dodge and no strength to pick up his sword.

"Don't forget I'm here!" Nisha shouted, brandishing her lance and blocking Jonathan's path.

"Zzzzzzzzz—" The cane collided with the tip of the lance.

The high-speed spiraling spearhead easily shredded the end of Jonathan's cane.

Wood shavings scattered everywhere, and a faint aroma of wood permeated the air.

However, the cane was not completely destroyed, and Jonathan quickly retrieved it.

He looked at his cane, the end of which was worn down, and shrugged helplessly.

However, Jonathan was also a little surprised by Nisha's outburst.

The cane remained undamaged during the fight with Bray.

Now, it's all because of a collision with that spear that it's turned out like this.

What a powerful knight's lance!

“You survived, Mr. Ring-Holder,” Jonathan said, bowing.

Then, with a swift movement, he charged towards Doffin, who was behind Nisha and Bray.

Unarmed Dove had no chance of surviving even one of Jonathan's attacks.

"Despicable bastard!" Nisha cursed under her breath.

"Hey, I'm not completely cold yet," Bray said weakly.

A longsword knocked Jonathan's cane away, causing him to lose his balance.

Bray didn't expend much effort, since he was already exhausted.

However, using minimal force to achieve maximum effect was not difficult for Bray.

Unless the opponent's technique of applying force is superior to one's own, there is no way to stop Bray from using his strength.

Those who are skilled at laying mines are few and far between.

"Oops, I messed up." Jonathan said in frustration as he lost his balance, tumbling several times and creating distance between himself and the others.

Nisha then assumed a fighting stance, ready to engage Jonathan at any moment.

However, Jonathan doesn't seem to have the desire to continue playing.

"Hahahaha!!!" Jonathan laughed loudly, looking up at the sky, despite Nisha's serious expression.