A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The little wrecked vehicle lost power several times along the way, and it was only after Dorothea infused it with magic that the magical vehicle was able to continue running normally.

If Dorothea were here, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this magical vehicle has unlimited range.

“Now that you mention it, it seems so,” Bray replied, suddenly realizing something.

Although he rarely spoke with Dorothea along the way, he was always thinking about random things, so he wasn't bored.

Dorothea seemed to have gotten used to the silent atmosphere, and sat comfortably in the back seat for several hours.

“And isn’t the sun getting bigger?” Bray said.

As they drove, Bray noticed that the sun seemed to be getting bigger.

“In that case, that thing probably isn’t the sun.” Dorothea squinted, and after Bray said that, she also began to find it strange.

The real sun in the sky has been hidden.

What she and Bray are seeing now is probably something placed on the ruins of this city.

I only mistook it for the sun because it was so far away.

Upon closer inspection, the incongruity becomes apparent.

"Breaklas, accelerate," Dorothea suddenly said to Breklas, then stood up from the back seat.

The wind blew Dorothea's long hair wildly.

However, Dorothea ignored her long hair that had been blown into disarray, and instead opened her palm, whereupon a longbow landed.

“It’s dangerous to stand up,” Bray shouted.

“It’s alright,” Dorothea said, and then drew the bowstring taut.

The raging wind was now focused onto the bowstring.

"Whoosh—" The arrow formed by the gale cut through the sky and went straight ahead.

"Swoosh—" The arrow struck something in mid-air, making a tearing sound.

"Thump!!!" A muffled thud mixed with a scream rang out, and the dark figure that had been hit fell diagonally from above.

“…” Bray naturally heard all sorts of strange noises, and out of the corner of his eye, he also saw a dark shadow falling down.

“What is that?” Bray couldn’t help but ask.

"Just an angel," Dorothea said calmly, as if she had only shot down an ordinary sparrow.

"Angel?"

Soon after, Bray saw angels surrounding him from all directions.

Then Bray subconsciously uttered a sigh—

"Ah, she is truly an angel."

"Stop reminiscing, let's stop the car," Dorothea said.

“If you stop now, the car will be blown up,” Bray said seriously.

This is their only means of transportation right now; if it gets destroyed, they'll have to walk.

Walking across this city ruins is a truly chilling experience.

Although Bray did something similar to save money back then, the situation is different now.

"I'll put the car away." After saying that, Dorothea jumped off the magic car.

"..." Bray hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to jump off the magic vehicle with Dorothea.

But when Bray turned around sharply after his feet touched the ground, he found that the magic chariot had vanished from its spot.

"Where's the car?"

"I already said I put it away." Dorothea smoothed her long hair, which had been ruffled by the wind.

"..." Actually, Bray wanted to ask more specifically how the car was stored away.

However, he glanced at the angels around him and decided that now was not the time to ask that question.

"Cough cough..." The angel, pierced by Dorothea's arrow, struggled to get up from the ground, raised his hand with difficulty, and pointed at Dorothea.

“Be careful of this female elf… (angelic language)” the pierced angel said in a hoarse voice.

"They didn't kill them instantly." Dorothea looked at the still-living angel with some surprise.

“Hmm, they’re more impressive than I usually see.” Bray scrutinized each angel.

These angels are different from the first and second order angels of modern times in terms of their aura.

More pure, more capable, and more powerful.

These angels were quite powerful, and the best evidence of that is that Dorothea was unable to instantly kill one of them.

"Perhaps," Dorothea said, drawing her bow and firing an arrow at the angel.

The angel who rose to his feet was shattered into countless points of light by an arrow before he could even utter a scream.

"But why did you attack them?" Bray didn't have much of a grudge against the angels, so he didn't understand why Dorothea would suddenly launch an attack.

Maybe they're just there to warmly welcome us? Well, even Bray himself doesn't believe that.

“He was the one who drew his bow against me and you first,” Dorothea said quietly.

"I'm just retaliating in the same way." If that angel had used a sword, Dorothea would have chosen to use a sword as well.

"I see." If you have murderous intent towards someone, you should be prepared to be killed in return.

Dorothea and Bray were chatting calmly, but the other angels around them were already furious.

"How dare you!!!" (Angel's words) An angel wearing a bird-shaped helmet roared angrily.

"Merely a Black Iron type!" (Angel's words)

"They must be rebels, kill them!" (Angel's words)

The angels communicated in their own language.

"What are they talking about?" Bray asked Dorothea, puzzled.

“They might want to kill us,” Dorothea explained to Bray in a very casual tone.

"I see. But speaking of which, you can even understand angelic language?"

“I don’t understand, but isn’t that what they mean by their tone?” Dorothea sheathed her longbow and replaced it with a spear.

"Let's finish this quickly, we still have a long way to go."

Where are we headed?

"It doesn't matter where I go." "Clang!" An angel with pure white wings was pinned to an irregular, dilapidated wall by a silver spear.

Blood stained the plants that stubbornly grew on the wall.

"Hmph." Dorothea snorted coldly, pulled her hand back, and the spear was pulled out of the wall by itself and returned to Dorothea's hand.

Those nailed up just now were the last enemy.

“We will not let you rebels get away with this.” (Angel’s words) A female angel lay on the ground, reaching out her hand to Dorothea in anguish.

"What did He say?"

“Didn’t I tell you I don’t understand?” Dorothea glanced at Bray.

"Despicable, inferior beings... (angelic language)"

Unfortunately, neither Bray nor Dorothea could understand the language of the angels.

Not long after, the last surviving angel also lost his breath.

None of His resentment reached their ears, and even if it had, they wouldn't have cared.

"Alright, let's keep going." Dorothea wiped the blood off the spear.

Dorothea executed all the angels surrounding her without even blinking.

In her words, anyone who harbored murderous intent towards her and looked down at her without her permission was not worth killing.

Bray didn't even know where to begin complaining about this reason.

Anyway, the battle was over before Bray even drew his sword.

To be honest, although these angels from the past era were still easily defeated by Dorothea, they were clearly stronger than those from Bray's time.

The angel squad of only seven or eight people was stronger than the squad of dozens of people that Bray had encountered in the Western Continent last time.

Bray glanced at the spear; it was truly formidable, and Bray felt a little envious.

Dorothea's spear could return to her hand after hitting an enemy, which amazed Bray.

When will my sword be able to fly out and then return?

"I thought that as the empress, you wouldn't take the initiative to fight." This Dorothea, who even went out of her way to find me to drive, was actually so proactive when it came to fighting.

"It's simply because I can't stand the arrogant attitude of these birdmen," Dorothea said, then casually waved her hand.

"Thump!" The vanished magic chariot reappeared in front of Bray.

"..." Bray was stunned. So where exactly was this car hidden?

"This is a small function of my ring; it can store some things," Dorothea explained, noticing Bray's surprise.

Oh, so this is the legendary storage ring, right?

That's great! Bray wants one too, that way we can bring Levy enough food for many days.

Judging from Dorothea's tone, it seemed like there wasn't much room for her, but it was enough for him.

Of course, at this moment, Bray had no idea what kind of adjective Dorothea meant by "some".

“Let’s keep going. I want to know what that sun-like thing is,” Dorothea said to Bray, brushing her long hair back.

Although Dorothea didn't use a commanding tone when she spoke, Bray felt that if he didn't listen, he would displease the empress.

Why should ordinary villagers associate with the Queen? Bray is very depressed now.

Despite his frustration, Bray got into the driver's seat and drove Dorothea toward the object that resembled the sun.

The closer you get, the more dazzling the light becomes, yet it is also remarkably gentle.

The surrounding sky did not darken over time; instead, it seemed as if time had reversed and was getting brighter and brighter.

It's like going against the flow from afternoon to morning.

The city ruins appeared incredibly sacred under the light.

Despite being such a desolate ruin, it somehow possessed a sacred charm.

"As expected, angels are religious beings," Dorothea said dismissively.

"Religious creature?"

“A bunch of creatures obsessed with religion,” Dorothea added.

There are almost no angels who do not believe in gods, even evil gods; angels always have their own beliefs.

Those unbelievers from lower species are unlikely to appear.

“So it often gives people the illusion that they are very sacred,” Dorothea said.

“But essentially they’re not that different from us, are they?” Bray sighed.

“You’re right.” Dorothea nodded, agreeing with Bray’s statement.

Those who claimed to be angels are nothing more than robbers.

Bray shook his head helplessly, intending to step on the gas and speed all the way to the vicinity of that thing that resembled the sun.

But the next moment, he pulled his foot back and stepped on the brake.

As for the reason, it's very simple.

There was a little boy blocking the way in front of the magic vehicle.

However, he wasn't an adorable little boy, but a child from the tiger clan.

Male orcs have more pronounced beast-like features than females.

Therefore, the concept of beast girls is valid, but the concept of cute little beast boys is invalid.