A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The children in the church were all pleasantly surprised when they heard Levy's voice.

"It's me~" When Naruko isn't around, Levy becomes the queen of the kids!

Levy quickly started playing all sorts of games with the children that adults would consider childish.

Well, although adults always say it's childish, adults actually did the same things when they were young.

Xiao You was a little confused when she saw her peers playing with a group of Black Iron race children.

Eh... He would never play with a Dark Iron child.

But what should He do if He doesn't play with Levy?

Confused, Xiao You subconsciously looked up at the ceiling.

The ceiling of this small chapel, like those of other churches, is painted with murals.

Xiao You stared at the murals, lost in thought.

This beautiful figure, so focused on "appreciating" the mural, makes those who see it unable to help but let their imaginations run wild—this must be a painting even more captivating than the mural itself.

Of course, all these fantasies are predicated on not seeing what Xiao You looks like now.

Currently, Xiao You's dragon eyes have lost focus, and saliva is drooling down the corners of her mouth.

"Levy, who is that pretty older sister?" Even if she drools, it doesn't change the fact that she is a beauty.

“It’s Little Yu.” Levy said, raising her paw.

Will the pretty older sisters play with us?

"Yes!" Levy agreed without even consulting Xiaoyou.

"Xiao You, let's play together." Levy said excitedly, holding Xiao You's hand.

"Ah..." Xiao You was brought back to her senses by Levy's pull.

“No, I don’t play with human children,” He said in a very indifferent tone.

"Hmm..." Levy was a little disappointed.

"He seems so aloof."

"I always thought she was the kind of serious older sister."

"Oh, that kind of older sister who looks down on people?"

“This older sister is different from Naruko-neechan,” the children began to say.

"!!" Two exclamation marks appeared above Xiao You's head.

"Naruko-neechan is the best; she plays all kinds of games with us."

"Why isn't Naruko-neechan here this time?"

"!!!!" Many exclamation marks appeared above Xiao You's head.

Then He made a certain decision.

---

Sister Lizbern must have known about the commotion inside the church.

“You know, this is a church,” Lizbern said helplessly.

"Keep it a little quieter." It's not that we don't want the children to play, but it's not good if it's too noisy.

No matter what, this is a church.

“It’s alright, this place isn’t sacred at all anyway.” The priest smiled and patted Lizbern on the shoulder.

“Father, this is your church. Is it really appropriate for you to say such things?” Sister Lizbern puffed out her cheeks and glared at the priest with displeasure.

“It’s alright. Look, the doctrine says that ‘Gadell the Lamp’ won’t concern himself with such matters,” the priest said.

"So let them have some fun. Nobody's come to negotiate right now, is there?"

“Oh, Father, you can’t think like that.” Sister Lizbern shrugged. Since the priest had said so, what could she, as a nun, do?

However, while sighing, Sister Lizbern glanced at the equally beautiful Xiao You.

It's surprising that such a stunningly beautiful woman can play with children.

"Excuse me." Bray, who came in later, saw Levy and Xiao You playing with the child and was completely exasperated.

My head hurts. Levy is one thing, but why is Yu playing with kids too?

If Bray remembers correctly, Little You is quite proud, and playing with children of lower races should never happen.

"Is this Bray? You're here to buy medicine too, right?" the priest said, already heading to the shelf to get the medicine for Bray.

"No... I didn't come to buy anything." Bray wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This should be a church, so why does it feel like a shop to him?

"I just happened to be passing by," Bray explained his reason for being there.

"I see." The priest was a little disappointed, having missed an opportunity to make money off the broiler.

"Oh, right." The priest suddenly patted his head, as if he had remembered something.

“Thanks to you, I made a lot of money before. Let me give you something.” After saying that, the priest walked to a drawer, took out some things, and prepared to give them to Bray.

"You made money thanks to me?" A question mark appeared in Bray's right eye. "What are you going to give me?" Bray looked at Father Thun strangely.

"Medicine," Father Thun replied casually, then handed a small package to Bray.

Dead Fish Eyes took the small bag in surprise.

"Is there medicine in this package?"

“Yes, there are many types, not just for treatment.” The priest nodded; he had prepared the package long ago.

However, Bray never came over, and the priest almost forgot about him.

Bray was one of his few clients, and besides, the priest had previously made some money off Bray in a rather unethical way.

Consider this package full of medicine as a small token of his appreciation.

Father Thun knew what Bray needed, so there was no point in giving him anything fancy.

Medicine is the best gift.

"Bray, have you been seriously injured recently?" the priest asked, looking Bray over.

“Yeah, the kind where you’re about to die,” Bray said calmly. Thinking about it was really exciting; if it weren’t for Afrena herself, she would definitely be dead.

"How did you know? I still have injuries that haven't healed?" Bray lowered his head and carefully examined his body.

He looked left and right, but couldn't find any other injuries on his body.

“No, they should all be cured, and there are no aftereffects,” the priest explained with a smile, allaying Bray’s concerns.

"It's just that you have a lot of residual healing magic power on you, which is barely noticeable," the priest said, pointing to his eyes.

He is highly skilled in healing magic and is no less proficient than an angel.

The amount of residual magic on Bray's body was simply too great; if he hadn't been seriously injured, he wouldn't have needed to use that level of healing magic.

Upon hearing that Bray had said it was a near-fatal injury, the priest felt relieved.

Since he was on the verge of death, powerful magic was necessary.

The priest's reaction was unusually calm.

Even though Bray had just said "the kind that's about to die," he wasn't surprised at all.

Bray and the priest discussed these topics as if they were having a casual chat.

Before he knew it, Father Thun had gotten used to Bray's constant talk of being on the verge of death.

At first, Father Thun was quite worried that Bray wouldn't make it through, and would occasionally advise Bray to be careful.

Now, the priest basically understands that there are only two possibilities for Bray: "dead" or "still alive".

Bray is currently "alive," which is great, isn't it?

Thinking this, Father Thun revealed a very subtle smile.

"Well, anyway, thanks. This stuff is very useful." Bray slung the bag over his shoulder and thanked him.

“By the way, don’t rush off, find a place to sit down,” Father Thun said, glancing at the children who were playing enthusiastically.

Even though something strange has gotten mixed up in the child, it doesn't really matter.

After listening, Bray didn't say anything, but found a bench and sat down.

He had no objection to Father Thun's suggestion.

If Levy is having a good time here, it's not a big deal for him to stay a little longer.

Bray is currently just a listless, laid-back adventurer, not one of those busy people who make tens of millions every minute.

There is still free time.

He rested his hands on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and began to take a nap.

Simply emptying your mind and not thinking about anything is actually a very pleasant thing.

Thinking too much can make you feel inexplicably tired.

---

As the sun set, its afterglow illuminated the capital, casting long shadows everywhere.

At this time, things become exceptionally peaceful.

Brera left, along with Levy and Little Yu, intending to leave the small church.

It's almost time to go home for dinner.

If we don't go back soon, the person at home who's just waiting to be served a free meal will starve to death.

Fortunately, Levy was quite sensible; she didn't throw a tantrum when Bray asked her to leave.

After seeing Levy leave, Xiaoyou naturally followed, leaving behind only the group of children waving goodbye.

The priest stood at the church entrance, seemingly deep in thought.

His shadow was stretched very long, projecting an imposing height onto the wall.

"Thun, another peaceful day has passed." A stunningly beautiful woman wrapped her arms around the priest's neck, letting out a silvery laugh.

Wearing clergy attire, Philly rested her head on Father Thun's shoulder.

“Yes, another day has passed without anything happening,” the priest muttered, picking up the ring hanging around his neck.

“You don’t look like a person who observes the precepts at all,” Philly sighed helplessly.

The priest did very little, so little that it could be counted on one hand, but a person who holds the vows should not stop there.

"Then what do you think a person who observes the precepts should be like?" the priest countered.

"Just like the one who stood in front of you not long ago."

“Constantly getting hurt, constantly fighting, is that how it is?” Father Thun continued to ask.

"That's right, don't you think that's the right way?"

“I don’t think so.” Father Thun shook his head slightly, dismissing Philly’s idea without hesitation.

“He has been active in several crises in the capital,” Philly said.

"On the other hand, Thun, you did nothing."

“You must care about everyone, why don’t you do something?” Philly poked Father Thun’s face with her hand.

Father Thun was kind and gentle, but why didn't he come out when the capital was in crisis?

Philly didn't understand.

"Because of those events, there was nothing I could do."

"Can't you do anything? You can fight, you can save people, like what that adventurer did."

"Do you think all he did was fight?"

"Isn't that right? He defeated the enemy, and then everything returned to normal."