A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The princess still has a strong appeal; at least the screams have subsided now.

"Wow, that's amazing! How did you do that?" Naruko exclaimed in surprise.

“You’re asking me? Who should I ask?” Bray said expressionlessly.

"What's going on there?" Xiao You pointed backstage.

"Troublesome." Seeing where Xiao You was pointing, Bray sighed.

"Aren't you going to do anything?" The sharp-eyed Naruko had already seen what was happening behind the scenes.

Latis inside seems to be planning to kill Budbush.

“I have no right to make choices for others,” Bray shook his head.

He was unaware of the details of the matter, nor of other people's disputes.

Bray knew only that he had never had the right to interfere with other people's choices.

Who knows which choice is the right one?

"Don't you admire that elf?"

“Yes, he’s a guy who really loves his sister.” Bray thought for a moment, then sighed again. Did Latis love his sister? Yes, at least in Bray’s eyes.

Otherwise, he would have had no reason to escape from the detention center.

Because he knew very well that if he stayed obediently in the detention center, he could be released in just a few months.

If he is arrested again now, it won't be a matter of just a few months.

Although Tiggia didn't have any brotherly or sisterly feelings for him, he did.

"Get out of the way." Latis narrowed his eyes, pushed Tiggia aside, and took out a magic crystal from his body.

It may sound a bit cliché, but this magic crystal was his last one.

After using this piece, Latis was penniless.

Honestly... digging out magic crystals one after another, he had no idea how much precious energy he was wasting.

Now, this magic crystal has been tossed by Latis to Badbusch.

"..." The white-bearded middle-aged man trembled slightly, then hesitated for about a second—he chose to pull Eors closer to him.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!" A deafening explosion came from backstage.

Everyone at the epicenter of the explosion was thrown by the blast wave and crashed into a pile of debris.

However, most of those who were thrown into the air only sustained minor injuries.

The person who directly bore the brunt of the explosion was Eors.

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Eors collapsed helplessly against the wall like a discarded toy.

One of her arms was severed by the explosion of the magic crystal, and a small hole was blasted into her upper body.

A fair arm rested quietly beside the girl.

"Eors!!" After seeing his friend blown away, Tiggia scrambled towards him from the ground.

“Eors…” But as she got closer to him, her tone of voice gradually became strange.

“How strange…” Eors murmured, his eyes unfocused.

She turned her head with difficulty to look at Tiggia and stroked her with her remaining hand.

"Why am I not bleeding?" Eors stared blankly at his wound and asked Tiggia.

As Tiggia spoke, she could feel Eorth's hands trembling.

“Because you’re a puppet.” After getting up, Latis looked at Eors with sharp eyes.

“Shut up!!! She’s not!!” Budsh roared.

"You're the one who should shut up. Even now, you're still acting like you cherish others." The red-haired elf spat, his eyes filled with disdain.

He thought Bud Bush cherished Eors so much, but it turned out he was nothing special.

“I…” Budsh was speechless, because he had chosen his own life over Eors’s.

"A doll?" A hint of confusion flickered in Eors's empty eyes.

So, why do people call themselves dolls?

“No, that’s not it!” Tigia quickly shook her head.

"Tygia, you knew the truth all along, didn't you?"

Seeing the girl's body transformed like this, Tigia wasn't too surprised; she probably already knew the girl's true form.

"Tygia, tell me, am I a doll?" Eors asked Tygia in a sorrowful tone.

Ah, at this moment, Eorus actually didn't want to express his emotions.

Because if this were to be revealed at this time, even Tiggia would be saddened.

"..." Eors noticed the elven girl's hesitant expression.

How could she not know Eors' true identity? She had grown up with Eors since childhood.

She kept growing up, but Eors remained the same, unchanged.

Even when she was very young, Tiggia understood that Aeolus was not human.

"Oh, this?" Eors had already gotten the answer from his best friend's expression.

“None of this matters, Eorth!!!” Tiggia shouted, she didn’t want to see Eorth sad.

Her reason for wanting Eors to develop feelings for her was that she wanted to see him smile, not look sad.

"So I'm a doll, that's why it doesn't hurt." The doll girl was being carefully cared for and had never suffered such an injury before.

She never knew that the inside of her body was like this—a part without flesh and blood, made entirely of threads.

"Sing a song—" A sinister voice echoed in the venue.

“Sing, sing this song, and you will know the truth.” Baphomet, shrouded in a cloak, appeared before Aiolos.

Bud Bush and Latis stared in shock at Baffro.

“You should all remain silent at this time,” Baphomet said quietly.

"The Art of Silence"

Everyone in the hall fell silent, unable to utter a sound—except for Eors.

"Who are you?" Eors looked up at Baffomi.

“Bafmie, an orc mage.”

“The one who gives you your soul is also the one who gives you your emotions,” Bhavam added.

"However, this was not something I did intentionally; it was just fate."

In fact, Baphomme planned to leave after listening to the first score, but things unfolded in a way that was beyond his expectations.

The main reason was that inexplicable sword strike that came from who-knows-where.

Now, Baphomet doesn't plan to leave so soon.

Let's take this opportunity to listen to the second sheet music as well.

A black hand emerged from beneath Baphomet's cloak, holding a musical score marked with the number "2".

"Can I find out the truth by singing?" Eols murmured.

“That’s right, this is the effect of the second score.” Baphomet chuckled and slowly handed the score to Eors.

But when it was halfway extended, Baphomet quickly pulled the sheet music back.

Unfortunately, Baphomet was still too slow.

Countless fragments of sword blades hurtled through the air, pinning the musical score to a distant pillar.

If Papime had reacted any slower, he might have been riddled with holes by these fragments.

“If someone like you appeared, things would be different,” Bray said casually, kicking away the pieces of wood in front of him.

"Hmm?" Baphomet looked at Bray with interest, but the red light in the sheep skull also indicated that he was slightly displeased.

“Because this is no longer their family matter.” Bray flicked the black hilt of the bladeless sword, and fragments of the blade returned to the hilt along their original trajectory.

If it involved this kind of guy, Bray felt it wouldn't hurt to take action.

"Hehehe, I don't quite understand what you're talking about," Baphomet said with a laugh.

"..." Bray remained expressionless and did not say anything more to Baphomet.

"Clap clap clap clap." Levy and Naruko, who couldn't speak, clapped enthusiastically.

"Ugh!! Ugh!! Ugh!!!" Levy still tried to jump up a little to increase her momentum.

However, Naruko gave up because she felt it was too shameful to do so, and simply clapped.

"..." After a moment of contemplation, Xiao You, who could speak, joined the two women in clapping.

What's going on here? "So who are you?" Baphomet didn't sense any particularly strong internal energy or magic from Bray.

In many cases, the first thing to look at when judging whether a person is powerful is their energy.

After all, skills, strength, and speed are difficult to discern directly.

Unless "identification" is used.

A sudden flash of red light appeared in Baffomier's eyes; he intended to assess Bray's condition.

If your "Appraisal" skill is powerful enough, you can see the other person's condition.

For Baphomet, this was a simple operation.

"..." But then Baphomet couldn't help but sway.

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The name is private and cannot be disclosed.

Race and such, isn't it obvious at a glance?

Inherent ability: Who are you? Don't look!

Skills: There are too many to list here, why should I write them down for you?

quality:

Let me give you a hint about the "speed" part: it's not fast.

"Strength," ah, that's not very strong either.

"Skill" persuades you to be kind

If his "body" defenses are breached, this guy can easily be killed instantly.

"Heart," do you think he looks like a weakling?

"Technique"—don't bully him.

Overall: It's rare for someone to be able to see his attributes, so I showed them to you.

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"What's wrong with you...?" This was the first time in so many years that Baphomet had encountered such a situation.

However, he would probably be very proud if he knew that he was the first to see through Bray's scheme.

In any case, with a talkative goddess in the way, it won't be easy to see Bray's true nature.

Wait, does this count as seeing the attributes? It's all just complaints.

It was because of seeing these strange test results that Baphomet is now very cautious.

Even though he could sense that the other party's energy was not strong, he still dared not let his guard down.

Bray crouched down slightly, assuming a fighting stance.

Upon seeing Bray's actions, Baffom didn't say a word and immediately unleashed his mage's hand.