A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Boss, I'll take this." Tiggia casually bought some food and happily began to eat.

She bought a lot more, intending to bring some back for Eors as well.

Eors rarely went out, and when he did, it was only to attend social occasions.

She would be very happy if she took the things she bought on this street back with her.

However, she soon stopped walking.

Because an unexpected person appeared in front of her.

"Tygia." A middle-aged man with a thick white beard called out to Tygia in an annoyed tone.

“Father? What are you doing here?” Tigia’s expression was a little strange.

"That's what I should be asking you. What are you doing here, and so early at night?" The middle-aged man looked at Tiggia, who was carrying a paper bag, and asked. The white-bearded middle-aged man's name was Badbusch.

However, he did not have the long ears characteristic of elves; he was a genuine human.

Tiggia calls Budbush "father" because Budbush is his adoptive father.

Budbush is also Eorz's adoptive father.

Bud Bush also helped Eors embark on a singing career.

However, Tiggia became the arranger and lyricist entirely because of Eorz.

"I'm just trying to clear my head and hopefully get some inspiration for my lyrics," Tiggia lied.

"Lying is not the behavior of a good child," the white-bearded middle-aged man sighed deeply.

But there wasn't a trace of anger on Bud Bush's face.

He was clearly not blaming Tiggia.

"Are you just going to leave Eorz alone in the room like this?"

"It's alright, Aeolus is still sleeping."

“That’s not what I meant. Aren’t you worried about Eors’ safety?” Badbush tapped Tiggia on the head.

This time, Bud Bush was a little angry.

It's important to know that Eors is physically weak, and it wouldn't be surprising if something happened to him while he was alone in the room.

“Go back quickly,” Budsh urged.

"I'm on my way back right now, but I ran into you, Father," Tigia said, rubbing her head where she had been hit, looking aggrieved.

His adoptive father was a very kind person, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't get angry.

Her adoptive father cared about her and Eors a lot, and often got angry because they didn't pay attention to their own safety.

But Tiggia wasn't afraid of her adoptive father, who was angry about this.

"I'm going back right now." Tigia picked up the things in her hands and ran off.

"Don't fall."

“Also, let Eolsdo rest; there’s a performance later.” Budsh called out to Tiggia’s retreating figure.

“I will tell her.” Tiggia jumped up, turned and waved.

"Running so fast, you're really young." Budbush stroked his beard, admiring Tiggia's youthful energy.

However, he also wanted to go and see Eors.

I didn't expect Tiggia to run so fast, she didn't even wait for him.

Budsh started walking and set off for where Eors was staying.

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But just after Budsh and Tiggia left, a young man wearing a thick black cloak appeared behind the streetlight.

The man gripped the lamppost tightly, staring at Bud Bush with eyes full of resentment.

"This guy..." The man's voice was extremely sinister, every word filled with undisguised killing intent.

It was obvious that this man hated Bud Bush intensely.

Unfortunately, only he himself knows why he harbors such deep resentment towards it.

"Crunch—" The man's fingers sank deep into the metal of the lamppost.

He literally broke the lamppost by gripping it so tightly.

"Wearing a black cloak in broad daylight, you're quite suspicious." At that moment, a guard from the capital patted the man on the shoulder.

Often, characters in stories wear large black cloaks to conceal themselves, as if this would make stealth easier.

However, in reality, such attire will only arouse suspicion, just like it is now.

At first glance, the guard judged the man to be a suspicious person.

The capital has been through a lot of turmoil lately, and the security has been tightened more and more. A guy like this will definitely be taken in for questioning.

"Wait a minute, I'm not a suspicious person." The man panicked.

"Tell me what about yourself doesn't look suspicious," the guard said, scrutinizing the young man before him with a blank expression.

"..." The young man took off his hood, revealing his face.

He was a man with bright red hair, and he was probably around twenty years old.

He wasn't exactly handsome; the freckles on his face even made him look quite ordinary.

“Surprisingly ordinary, suspicious person.” The guard maintained his indifferent expression.

"So I'm not a suspicious person."

"You even crushed a lamppost, and you're telling me you're not a suspicious person?" The guard pointed to the lamppost by the roadside that the red-haired man had crushed.

"It's because I got a little excited just now." The guard remained unmoved by the man's flustered appearance.

Security must be taken very seriously; he doesn't want the capital to be bombed again.

There have been enough bombings lately, and many people have lost their homes and families.

"First, come with me for tea." The guard clapped his hands a few times, and the other guards around him rushed over.

"Wait!" The man raised his hand, interrupting the guards' further actions.

"If I'm suspicious, isn't that guy even more suspicious?!" The red-haired man pointed at a passing adventurer.

The adventurer was blind in his left eye, and his tattoos were faintly visible in the area not covered by his armor.

The one-eyed adventurer carries two swords of contrasting styles and has a fierce expression (?).

That's right, that's the kind of guy who's really suspicious.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a bandit leader!

The guards didn't even bother with that kind of guy, so why should he be the one surrounded?

"You mean him?" The guard glanced at the adventurer the red-haired man was pointing at.

"?" The adventurer seemed to realize he had been spoken to, and turned to look at the guards with a puzzled expression.

"It's alright, it's none of your business, you can keep walking," the other guards quickly said.

"Oh..." The one-eyed adventurer scratched the back of his head, feeling a little confused.

Then the one-eyed adventurer simply left.

"Brai! Why is that big brother wearing such thick clothes? Isn't the weather warm enough?" A little girl with light blue to almost white hair tugged at the adventurer's clothes and asked curiously.

"You've been reading too many novels, thinking that wearing those kinds of clothes will make you unrecognizable," the one-eyed adventurer said in a dejected tone.

The tone of her voice was one of sympathy for the red-haired man's adolescent delusions.

"Oh!" The little girl's face showed an "I see" expression.

"Hey, that guy just left like that! He's the one who's going to put the capital in danger!" the red-haired man said angrily.

“He’s just an ordinary adventurer, he just looks fierce.” A guard slapped the red-haired man hard on the head.

At first, everyone thought Bray was some kind of villain.

But after Bray had lived there for a while, everyone realized that he was actually just a fierce-looking adventurer.

Well, of course, this adventurer known as the "Demon Hunter" does indeed have many gruesome legends.

"You...you hit me?"

"Is there a problem?" After saying that, a group of armored guards looked down at the red-haired man of average height.

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P.S.: It's embarrassing to admit, but I was grinding Devil May Cry 0v0, and I forgot to write yesterday.

"Name?" Eric asked, sitting down in front of the red-haired man with a pen in hand.

The red-haired man was then taken into a room for interrogation.

This room is specifically used for interrogating suspicious individuals and is currently called the interrogation room.

The name is quite straightforward, and its purpose is not misleading.

As for why Colonel Eric was chosen to conduct the interrogation?

The reason was simple: the colonel had been transferred to a strange new job.

Eric even suspected that Emperor Carrasco was sabotaging him; he had already changed jobs several times.

However, Eric would not say that being treated this way made him neglect his work in the slightest.

"Why would I do something like this!"

"This is a waste of my talent!"

Eric didn't have any of those kinds of thoughts.

To be honest, the most important aspect of the capital city right now is public security.

Having weathered the storms and torrential rains, the capital city is now quite vulnerable, and many people harbor ill intentions.

We can't afford to lose public order.

Well, for Eric, this is a meaningful job, at least for now.

"Latis," the red-haired man who called himself Latis replied weakly.

What kind of situation is this, suddenly being dragged to this place and questioned like this?

“You’re an elf, right?” Eric glanced at Latis’s ears.

They were very long, the kind of ears unique to elves.

“The more I look at you, the more suspicious you seem.” Eric tapped the table with the end of his pen, making a dull thud.

“After all, elves don’t come to places like ours for no reason.” Eric looked at Latis, as if trying to read something from his face.

"There are very few emperor spirits left."

"This is discrimination!" Latis slammed his fist on the table and stood up angrily.

However, he was soon pushed down by the other guards behind him.

“No, it’s not so much that we discriminate against elves, but rather that the elves discriminate against us,” Eric said irritably.

“The elves find our civilization lacking in aesthetics, so they rarely come here to travel,” he told Latis.

“You were thinking something like, ‘These guys are really barbaric,’ right?” Eric guessed, guessing what Latis was thinking.

"No, no, I didn't," Latis said guiltily.

Even if you're right, the other person won't admit it; that's common sense.

Eric knew this common sense, so he didn't pursue the matter.

"Let me go right now!" Latis broke free from the guards' grasp and glared at Eric.

"You're really short-tempered. You should have some ice cream." Eric shrugged helplessly.

Latis's gaze darted left and right before finally settling on the door behind Eric.

There's no time to waste in a place like this.