A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The town is already dilapidated, and it's probably not just a problem in this town.

The entire territory should suffer.

Sure enough, wherever those guys from the "Alliance of the Gods" went, nothing grew.

However, the "World Wall" in this place does not seem to have been torn apart.

This might be the only good news.

“That’s true.” Redip also looked around at the lifeless town.

The next day, most of the survivors in the town had retreated into their shells, and the streets were deserted.

Most people forget the memories of when they were influenced by concepts, though some may vaguely remember them.

And remembering those things is a nightmare.

Both the aftermath of the battle and my own subservient demeanor are unpleasant memories.

Redup looked up at the sky.

Concepts have a truly enormous impact.

Even a casual action can lead to such a result.

He never imagined this would happen; at first, he simply wanted to help the fishermen.

"It backfired," he muttered to himself.

"What did you say?"

“It’s nothing,” Redip gently shook his head.

“Redip, is it true that we can never come here again?” Dove asked, frowning.

"Yes, this place has been completely destroyed."

"It's because of that monster, isn't it?" Doffin gripped Redip's clothes tightly.

"Well, even if we chased it away, the monster destroyed this place before it ran away."

"I see..."

"Next time, maybe we can drive the monsters away before the surrounding area is destroyed," Redip said quietly.

What do you think, Bray?

“Are you asking me?” Bray pointed to himself.

"I don't know. I don't have the ability to predict the future; it all depends on luck."

"Unfortunately, I wasn't very lucky."

"..." Redip stroked Dove's blue hair.

“Let’s go, Dove.” He thought for a moment, then decided to say goodbye, as he didn’t seem to have much more to say to Bray.

"Where to go?"

"Let's go see the snow." Redip was preparing to take Dove to the Northern Continent, as they had agreed beforehand.

"Yes!" Dove's eyes, which had been dim, lit up again.

“But Redip said there are still a few months left.”

"Those months were skipped."

"Okay~" Dove smiled sweetly. Although she didn't know why Redip had skipped the remaining months, the prospect of traveling to a new place brightened the little girl's depressed mood considerably.

"Gone?" Bray raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, no need to pack your luggage, just leave.” Redip nodded; he did indeed intend to leave now.

He took Dove's little hand and took a step.

Bray crossed his arms and looked at Redip, who had turned away.

“Oh, right, Bray.” Redip paused for a moment, as if he had remembered something.

“She’s really nice,” Redip suddenly said to Bray.

“…” Bray was silent for a second or two.

“I know.” Bray pursed his lips; he even knew who Redip was talking about.

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"Hey, hey, hey, dead fish eyes." Naruko, who was activating her magic device, shouted at Bray from the ground.

"what?"

"Do you have that... you know, that cool way of pulling out candy and defeating the enemy?" Naruko asked excitedly.

“No, I don’t have the time or inclination to do that kind of thing,” Bray said irritably.

Forget about showing off, Bray almost fell to his death from the sky.

"We'll talk about it next time," Bray said listlessly, waving his hand.

"Hey, are you planning to show off again? That's so childish."

"I was thinking that if it didn't work out this time, I would just give up."

“…” Bray’s forehead veins bulged. Didn’t they have any idea who came up with this? In a house in the capital, Nick Boras sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking at a luxury magazine.

The house was luxuriously furnished; to put it bluntly, it was so bright it would blind a dog.

Nick Porras had a particular fondness for luxury magazines, after all, his cave was originally paved with gold.

He enjoys the feeling of luxury.

“Great Lord Nickbolas, Nickbolas, your tea.” Little Nick handed the teacup to Nickbolas with his little paws.

“…” Bray looked at Nick Boras, speechless.

“So, you killed Takaman.” Nick Boras sniffed the aroma of his tea and said to Bray in a casual tone.

"No," Bray answered honestly.

“That’s true, that guy was so difficult to deal with, I would be surprised if you actually killed him.” Nick Boras nodded to himself.

“…” Bray really wanted to complain, but since they were at Nick Boras’s house, Bray chose to hold back.

God knows if Nick Bollas's house has any special mechanisms, like the kind where Bray gets locked up if he complains.

“Takaman, an excessively powerful warrior.” Nickbolas sighed; he knew how formidable this Silver Race member was.

Because Elataba's side had been tampered with, Nicopolas had no way of spying on it.

Therefore, He was not particularly clear about what was happening in that territory.

However, according to Bray's account, things don't seem to be much better—though that was to be expected.

“But speaking of which, the entire territory has been turned into this mess, yet there isn’t a single sign of damage to the walls in that place.” Nickbolas frowned slightly.

"I think there's a serious problem."

"Why don't you go, ally..."

“It’s a very meaningful thing, but I refuse.” Bray refused before Nick Boras could finish speaking.

“I haven’t even said what it is yet,” Nick Boras said, pursing his lips.

"Nothing good will come of it anyway," Bray said quite bluntly, expressing his true feelings.

"Alright, alright, I don't really have anything particularly important to do, so I won't bother you anymore," Nick Boras waved his hand impatiently.

Nickbolas had originally planned to have Bray investigate the situation on the western continent, but judging from the current state of affairs, the dejected Bray would not agree.

Nick Boras also knew that Bray was only occasionally foolable; the rest of the time, the extremely depressed Bray would never bother to go out of his way unless it was for money.

"Grandma, dessert."

"Mr. Bray, please have some too," Xiaoxue said with a smile, holding a plate.

Wearing a small apron, Xiaoxue looked every bit the part of a typical married woman.

"Has your little white dragon grown up?" Bree noticed the changes in Xiaoxue.

If Xiaoxue's image was that of a pure and innocent young girl before, now she is a virtuous wife, both in terms of temperament, appearance and figure.

“Oh, you mean this?” Nick Boras looked like he suddenly understood.

“We dragons can change our appearance,” Nicopolis quickly waved his hand.

"Xiaoxue just thought this style was better, so she changed it."

“However, generally speaking, they won’t easily change their image, since it’s a bit troublesome,” Nick Boras briefly explained to Brayco.

Whether Bray can understand his explanations is beyond Nick Porras's control.

"Do you think this is appropriate?" Xiaoxue smiled serenely.

“Suitable,” Bray said.

"Do you think it's all suitable? That's wonderful." Xiaoxue cupped her face and said in a very gentle voice.

"Please have some more, Mr. Bray." Little Snow, now in a good mood, placed one dessert after another in front of Bray.

“No, this is a bit too much…” Bray’s expression stiffened; he wasn’t a glutton.

The "foodie" persona doesn't suit him, so even seeing so much delicious food doesn't excite him.

On the contrary, he would feel very embarrassed because he simply couldn't finish the food.

“My ally, my junior’s skills are quite good.” Nickbolas noticed Bray’s predicament and, after finishing his own, reached out and took the dessert in front of Bray.

“Speaking of which, there’s also Little You.” Bray glanced around and noticed that one member of the Nick Boras family was missing.

"By the way, I need to talk to you about something."

"Didn't I say I refused?"

“It’s not about world affairs,” Nicopolis said irritably.

"I actually wanted to leave Xiaoyou with you for a few months."

"Is it really appropriate to use the word 'foster care'?" Bray couldn't help but complain.

It sounds like Xiaoyou is treated like a pet by Nick Bolas.

"Crack." Suddenly, the plate in Xiaoxue's hand shattered on the ground.

It was crushed by Xiaoxue.

"Grandma, what's going on?" Xiaoxue looked at Nick Bolas gently, but her narrowed eyes contained murderous intent.

He had not heard anything about his sister being sent to be fostered or anything like that.

Nick Bolas sighed. These younger generations are really something, daring to unleash their killing intent directly at their elders.

"Do you know, Xiao You doesn't look like a dragon at all now," Nickbolas lamented.

“…” Bray really wanted to say that Nickbolas himself didn’t resemble a dragon at all.

"Therefore, I should let Naruko teach Yuu what a dragon is."

"???????" Countless question marks appeared above Bray's head.

Wait a minute, he heard something incredible.

Let Naruko teach Yuuko how to be a dragon? What gives Naruko the right?

"I believe Naruko is definitely capable of handling this task."

“No, no, no, I don’t think that will work.” Bray flatly rejected Nick Boras’s fantasy.

If you want someone to teach you, go find Father Thun in the capital; definitely don't go to Naruko.

That guy taught even the naive Levy to be incredibly realistic.

"Grandma, I want to be fostered at Mr. Bray's house too!" Xiaoxue, who was obsessed with her sister, cried out anxiously.

“No way!” Nick Boras immediately rejected the idea.

"Ahhhhhh!" Xiaoxue's body began to change, and it seemed that she was so excited that she was about to transform into her original form.

"Don't turn into a dragon! The house will collapse!" Nickbolas jumped up and pinned Xiaoxue down with one hand.