A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

He had even slaughtered bronze-level creatures, so his fear of silver-level creatures had diminished considerably.

At that time, Baphomet knew that the Silver race was very powerful, but he did not realize that the gap between the two was insurmountable.

As a price for his arrogance, Baphomet was nearly killed, and he only managed to leave a minor injury on the Silver Seed.

From then on, Papimus was particularly afraid of higher species.

"Sizzle..." Some invisible spheres floated up to Baphomet's side.

Those spheres that are invisible to the average person are actually coated with a gold layer.

Of course, Baphomet could see these hidden spheres.

"Am I being monitored?" Baphomet murmured. This wasn't the work of an ordinary person.

If Baphomet knew that the shimmering gold color was a favorite of a certain ancestral dragon in the imperial capital, he would know that these spheres were all made by Him.

These spheres contain priceless gemstones at their centers, and together they resemble eyes.

These spheres were used by Nicopolis to monitor the entire city, so he knew everything that happened in the capital.

Of course, knowing and caring are two different things; you can't expect Nick Porras to pay attention to the prices of vegetables at the market today.

However, the existence of someone like Baffome is still worth Nick Boras taking a look at.

"Crackling sounds... This is really troubling. Could it be that I'm being monitored by a Silver Being?" Baphomet thought to himself, startled. If that were the case, things wouldn't be fun.

Hands made of pure magic emerged from beneath the wide cloak.

Baphomet's hand is gone, but that doesn't mean he can't create a new one.

"Mage's Hand" is a spell that many mages know. As for its effect, it's just as the name suggests: to create a pair of hands using magic.

Of course, the form of "Hand of the Mage" varies, depending entirely on the magic power of the mage casting it.

Baphomet's daily life also relies heavily on "Mage's Hand," since he has no limbs at all.

Baphomet's "Mage Hands" are very slender, but there are many of them, far more than just a pair, and each hand is as black as a shadow.

These hands grasped the sphere that was constantly floating in the air.

"Crack—" All the spheres were crushed instantly, sparks flying.

"Bang!!! Bang!" After a series of small explosions, all the spheres fell to the ground.

In fact, what Baphomet did was very dangerous, because he might anger the Silver Seer.

But Baphomme still chose to do so, and being monitored made him even more uneasy.

"Crack crack crack crack, I hope that silver-type won't cause me trouble because of this." After saying that, Baphomet disappeared from the spot, leaving only the sound of his cloak fluttering.

---

At Nick Porras's home.

The large screen, which was showing the image of Baphomet, suddenly started displaying static.

Because the sphere acting as the camera was crushed, the screen lost its signal source and became distorted.

Lying on his side on the sofa, watching "TV" with his chin propped up, Nick Porras pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

“What, a wary little guy?” Nick Bolas sighed.

His little spheres were made with a lot of fine gold and gems; any one of them could buy half a small city.

"I have to redo several of them again, what a hassle." Nick Bollas was too lazy to bother Baphomet, so he had no choice but to redo them.

This capital city is truly not peaceful; strange fellows are running around again.

But for Nick Boras, it didn't matter that this guy came in.

As long as the orc mage, whose body was almost completely destroyed, didn't demolish Nickbolas's house, He wouldn't interfere.

"But this is a guy who survived an attack by a Silver-ranked being."

"I wonder if Blakeras will be in trouble." Nick Bollas casually turned off the screen, lay back on his back, and swung his bare feet.

You should know that his ally, who only knows how to wield a sword, would have a real headache when facing this kind of mage.

"Will he be able to reach this little guy?" Nick Boras muttered to himself.

"Well, it's probably impossible to avoid it, given the luck of our allies."

Putting aside the fact that the ring itself is a curse, Bray's luck was already pretty bad.

Even if he were to encounter Baffomer the next second, Nickbolas wouldn't be surprised in the slightest.

Rather, that would be considered a normal development; it would be lucky for Bray if it didn't develop that way.

“Grandma Nicololas!!!” Xiaoxue, who looked like a married woman, puffed out her cheeks and looked at Nicololas.

"I'm going to find my sister!" Xiaoxue said seriously.

“No, I already said your sister needs to stay with our allies for a while.” Nick Boras waved his hand casually, trying to send Xiaoxue away.

"I can't take it anymore!" Little Snow stomped over to Nickbolas and stared at him.

"I'm going crazy without my sister."

"..." Listening to his junior's astonishing remarks, Nick Bolas fell into deep thought.

"It was definitely the right choice to have Xiao You fostered in our ally's home," Nick Bolas sighed.

Xiaoxue's sister complex is getting worse; it's time to take some control of it.

Eorz's rehearsal had been interrupted once before.

I thought the rehearsal would go smoothly the next day, but it was interrupted again for some strange reasons.

Well, actually, the interruptions to rehearsals these past few days were entirely Baphomet's doing.

For reasons unknown, Baphomet wouldn't let Eors sing the complete song during rehearsals; he would always sabotage the performance at the end.

Budsh realized this and gave up the idea of ​​rehearsing.

"This is utterly reckless. What if something goes wrong during the actual performance?" Budbush was very dissatisfied with Baffom's actions, which were clearly designed to cause trouble during the performance.

“It’s alright, Father.” Seeing Budbush’s worried face, Eors held her skirt and walked up to him with a confident smile.

She simply assumed Bud Bush was worried about the performance.

"Please believe me." Eors touched his throat; this was the voice that had brought beautiful songs to everyone.

She has never disappointed everyone's expectations, and this time will be no different.

“Of course I believe you, Eorth.” Badbush chuckled dryly; he knew perfectly well how outstanding Eorth was.

Even without rehearsals, Eorz never gets stage fright or makes a mistake.

The hasty rehearsals were enough to familiarize Eors with the specific location of the performance, ensuring that the show could proceed as planned.

But what really bothered Budsh was the sheet music.

“By the way, Eorz, do you still have the sheet music?” Badbush suddenly asked Eorz.

“Yes, he should be at home.” Eors nodded.

"Is that so? Then it's alright." It seems that Eors had no idea that two copies of the sheet music were missing.

But that doesn't matter, Eors had already memorized all three scores.

Even without the sheet music, she could still sing it.

However, Budsh did not follow Baphomet's instructions and secretly told Eorz to sing all three songs once.

Budsh made preparations for all kinds of emergencies, such as earplugs.

He wanted to see what the magical properties of the other two musical scores were.

You see, now that Eorz is essentially a copy of those three musical scores, it doesn't matter whether Baphomet takes the original or not.

"Get some rest, the official performance is tomorrow," Budsh said kindly, patting Eors on the shoulder.

---

The next day, Eorz's performance proceeded as scheduled.

The area outside the venue was packed with people, many of whom appeared to be people of some importance.

Even those who weren't fans before are curious enough to listen to Eors's heavenly voice.

Then most of the people who had this idea eventually became fans of Eorz.

"Mr. Bray, what do you think of me today?" Virginia asked shyly, fidgeting with her long hair.

Today, Virginia specially changed into a dress that could win over straight men.

I've heard that skirts that are slightly shorter and in lighter, fresher colors can be more effective at attracting straight men.

Virginia's dress top was short and fitted at the waist, perfectly highlighting her slender and graceful femininity.

The knee-high white boots borrowed features from high heels, accentuating the silhouette of Virginia's long legs, and also featured decorations in the same style as Virginia's headdress.

The dress is predominantly ice blue, with a skirt that is shorter and more flared out than a typical dress, but covered by a translucent, snow-white veil, giving it a touch of subtlety.

"It looks good." Bray, being incredibly honest, expressed his opinion directly.

Of course, it would be too difficult for Bray to specifically point out what's good about it.

Bray wasn't good at romantic words; his tone was always melancholic, never romantic.

Just imagine how awful it would be to see someone with deadpan eyes spouting romantic lines.

However, it doesn't matter! Even simple words are just as devastating to Virginia.

"Really!" Virginia exclaimed happily, like a little girl.

She dressed exactly as Blanche had instructed.

To be honest, when Virginia wore the dress, she wondered if men would really like such a slightly frivolous design.

This dress is definitely not Virginia's best-looking one, nor is it her most exquisitely designed one.

However, Blanche said something to Virginia that made Virginia put on the dress.

"This is most damaging to dead fish," Blanche said.

For Virginia, who's in a love-struck state, Blanche's words are enough.

"Oh? Isn't this Princess Virginia?" Just as Virginia was lost in her daydream, a voice interrupted her.

Virginia snapped out of her daze and turned her gaze to the person who had spoken.

A well-dressed man was stroking his mustache and smiling at Virginia.

“Greetings, Sir Wood.” Princess Virginia bowed slightly.

“No, I cannot accept such a courtesy,” Sir Wood quickly replied.

“But this man next to you is someone I’ve never met before.” He looked at Bray, who remained expressionless throughout.

No wonder, it's not surprising that the knight didn't recognize Bray, given how unlikely he was to be in high society.

Virginia was stumped by the question; it seemed a bit difficult to explain.

“Temporary bodyguards,” Bray replied abruptly, his eyes fixed on the so-called Sir Wood.

"Mr. Bray??"

"Shh." Bray made a shushing gesture.

"In short, I am now Her Highness the Princess's bodyguard," Bray said, patting his ever-present sword.

In fact, according to regulations, Bray was not allowed to bring so many weapons into the venue.

However, thanks to Virginia's connection, Bray was essentially exempted.

“A guard, huh…” Sir Wood felt a chill run down his spine from Bray’s deadpan gaze.

Sir Wood couldn't understand why this guy's dead fish eyes inexplicably exuded a sense of oppression.

After a while, Sir Wood was forced to look away, no longer daring to meet Bray's gaze for even a second.

Is this guy a guard? Or a bandit? No matter how you look at it, Bray doesn't seem like a decent guy.

If Princess Virginia hadn't been next door, the knight would have already notified the guards.

"Then I'll take my leave now. I hope you'll enjoy the performance with me." With that, the jazz musician quickly made his escape.