A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

However, I was surprised to encounter Latis not long ago.

Budsh pondered whether he should kill the guy who knew the truth.

We can't let more people know what happened back then.

Bud Bush felt no remorse for what he had done, and although his actions were impulsive at the time, he did not regret them afterward.

Because he obtained Eorse, the most beautiful and lifelike doll in the world.

As for Tigia, it was an unexpected surprise.

Tiggia was as beautiful as her mother, as exquisite as a work of art.

Most importantly, this little beauty completely trusted her father's killer.

For some reason, this gave Bud Bush an indescribable sense of vanity.

He truly felt that the rewards of that momentary act of compassion were far too great.

When the cabinet fell, he snatched Tygia from the elf's hands, saving the infant Tygia.

However, the female elf was naturally crushed to death by the burning cabinet and went to the underworld with her husband, who was burned to ashes.

Just as various thoughts were swirling in Budsh's mind, a cloak blocked his path.

"Kaka, you're Bud Bush, right?"

The tattered cloak fluttered even though there was no wind.

The hoarse, metallic sound came from under the tattered cloak.

Budsh took two steps back involuntarily.

The moment that sound rang out, a fear gripped his heart—a fear that had never come before.

“I am Bud Bush. What do you want with me?” Bud Bush asked warily, beginning to scrutinize the person under the cloak in front of him.

"And you should introduce yourself too..."

But as Budsh spoke, his expression began to stiffen.

Is there really a person under that cloak in front of him?

Budbush only saw a bone spur protruding from under the cloak; the foot-like part was nowhere to be seen.

Upon closer inspection, one will soon discover that the "person" under the cloak is far too thin.

It's almost like only part of a skeleton.

“Yes, haha, I do need to introduce myself.” The hoarse voice echoed in Budsh’s ears.

As he spoke, the cloak floated up to Bud Bush.

At this moment, Budsh finally saw the full appearance of the "person" under the cloak.

Only a third of the skeleton was hidden under the cloak.

The skeleton here is a real skeleton; it has no internal organs or muscles at all.

Many parts of the skeleton are missing, even the spine is incomplete, and the other parts can only be pieced together.

The skull wasn't human bone; it looked more like a sheep's skull.

“What...what are you?!” Fear climbed onto Bud Bush’s face.

Although Bud Bush was strong, strength did not equate to boldness.

On the contrary, he was a rather weak person, and his voice trembled as he witnessed this unacceptable scene.

"Hahaha, that's really going too far, Bud Bush."

"Don't just call others whatever you want. I'm an orc."

"Beast...orc?" Bardbush couldn't see any connection between the strange creature in front of him and orcs.

"I'm just badly injured."

"Later, I barely managed to stay alive using magic."

"It's just that it doesn't look very good."

"But don't let my appearance fool you, I'm a genuine mage." Despite the fact that the thing in front of Bardbusch claimed to be a mage, and an orc mage at that.

But Budsh really couldn't see how he was associated with a mage, let alone a mage, he probably couldn't even be considered a humanoid being.

If I had to use a metaphor, it would probably be a bone staff made of a ram's head.

This analogy is the most apt, because the main body of the other is just the spine plus the bone pillar below, without even hands.

His bizarre appearance, even with a cloak, still gave him an eerie feel.

"You don't believe me? Hehehe, I'm also a sheep among the beastmen."

"As for my name, you can call me Baphomet."

“Baphomet…” Budbush murmured, looking at the other party with a wary gaze.

What business does this orc mage who calls himself Baffromance have with me?

He doesn't recall ever having any interaction with people like monks.

"I am here to fulfill your wishes."

"What are you saying..." The moment Budbush heard Baffom's words, he thought the other person was crazy.

That's true. With such a strangely shaped body, it wouldn't be surprising if he were a madman.

Bud Bush muttered to himself, "Buffom is dead."

“You want Aeolus to develop feelings, right?” Baphomet’s voice seemed to come from a distant horizon to Badbusch’s ears.

But after Baphomet said those words, Budbush instinctively shuddered.

He had never told anyone this idea, so why would this skeleton goat-headed mage know it?

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Bud Bush's forehead.

“Don’t be too surprised. I have a little ability to know other people’s strong desires.” Baphomet’s voice was hollow, making Baphomet feel like he wasn’t talking to a living being.

"I can grant you this wish."

“What do you want to do?” Budsh was cautious by nature and didn’t think the other party would help him for no reason.

Baphomme must have had ulterior motives.

Bud Bush was no fool; he was not gloating, but rather had various worries.

“Your ideas are complex, and I like them very much.” Baphomet seemed to have seen through all of Badbusch’s thoughts, and said in a slightly sarcastic tone.

Do you know which deity has the most followers right now?

““The Lightbringers of Light, the Lightbringers,” Budsh replied, his eyes filled with doubt.

"The doctrine of the 'Children of Light' (or 'Letson's Church') has consistently proclaimed that humanity possesses several original sins."

"The greatest sin is pride, because people imagine themselves to be equal to the gods."

“The second sin is envy. People are envious of others who have things they don’t,” Bhagavad said quietly.

Budsh didn't know why the other person suddenly started talking about religion, but he couldn't leave right away, so he could only listen to Baphomet speak.

“But I am the one who opposes these gods. I like to help those who are guilty of great sins.”

"More than a decade ago, a red-haired elf couple dreamed of becoming beings like them, and I gave them a push in line with their expectations."

“I helped the arrogant.”

"Then they actually created dolls that were almost like living beings."

"Then, a white-haired human man, jealous of the red-haired elf couple's talent, wanted to steal their glory, and I gave him a reason to act."

"I helped the jealous person."

"And then he really did get everything from that elf couple."

Baphomet's words were like a vicious curse, sending chills down the spines of Budbush, who was listening.

From the moment Papiyas began recounting his past, his ominous premonition grew stronger.

What this guy said...

"Who exactly are you!?"

"Hehehe, didn't I already introduce myself?" Baphomet chuckled sinisterly.

“Bafmite, an orc mage.”

"..." At that moment, Bud Bush wanted to run away.

But when he turned his head, he found that his way back was shrouded in darkness.

The path was right in front of me, just a few meters away, but I couldn't seem to get in.

"Don't be afraid. I don't want to kill, and I don't like fighting."

"My body is like this because of the battle."

"It's safe to say that no one hates fighting more than I do."

“I’m a big fan of Eors, I love her singing,” Baphomet said as he floated into the air.

"A beautiful sound, but it lacks a few finishing touches."

“That embellishment, you crave it, Eors craves it, and I wish you both to have it.” A crystal floated out from beneath Baphomet’s cloak.

The crystal was surrounded by stars, just like those on a satellite.

“…” Bud Bush stared intently at the crystal.

The crystal that Baphomet took out exuded a mysterious beauty, which captivated Baphomet, the craftsman.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

“That’s right…” Budsh answered instinctively.

“Then, this thing is yours to give to Eors.” The crystal in front of Baphomet disappeared from its original spot and appeared in Badbusch’s hand.

About a minute or two after the crystal disappeared from Bud Bush's sight, Bud Bush realized that he had something in his hand.

"What is this thing..." Knowing he couldn't escape, Bud Bush had just begun trying to get some information out of Baffom.

He finally realized that he could not contend with Baphomet.

This orc mage, now reduced to a mere skeleton, possessed power far beyond Bardbush's comprehension.

"A module, a tiny module that can be installed on Eors."

"The core module of Eorus was a gift from me."

“Now let that beautiful songstress add a new little module.” As he finished speaking, Baphomet’s cloak began to spin.

The swirling cloak resembled a vortex, seemingly capable of sucking everything around it in.

"What exactly is your purpose?" Budsh couldn't help but ask.

Although I didn't expect to hear an answer from Baphomet, I still couldn't help but ask the question.

Why did Baphomet appear before me, and why did he do so many things?

"Did you think I'd been plotting something around you for over a decade?" From within the skull of the ram, a pair of eyes made of red light looked at Badbush with a mocking gaze.

"It just so happens that what I want to do now is connected with what I did more than ten years ago."

He had no intention of doing anything to the deceased elven couple, nor had he planned anything involving Badbusch or Eorth.

It was just a coincidence that a few things were connected.

"As for why I asked you—"

"Let me answer you for now, and tell you why I'm doing this."

“I want to hear the songs on these three scores.” Flames ignited in front of Baphomet, but instead of burning anything, three musical scores appeared as the flames burned. “Musical scores?” Baphomet stared in astonishment at the three scores that had suddenly appeared.

“That’s right, because I accidentally obtained three very interesting musical scores and wanted to listen to the music on them.” Baphomet chuckled.

“Can’t you find someone else?” Budbush didn’t understand why Eors had to sing these songs.

“Of course not. This piece must be performed perfectly, with the precision of a machine, to achieve a real effect,” Baphomet said.