A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Let me try to arrange accommodation for you first." Ryukdo nodded; he had seen from the beginning that the two were not looking for a stable place to stay.

"By the way, what are the requirements for that messenger you mentioned?" Dorothea asked.

"There are no requirements. If you want to, you can be the messenger."

“It’s like any of us can be a rebel if we want to,” Ryukdo laughed.

"Rebels?" There was another new term here, and Bray was starting to feel a little dizzy.

“A general term for those who rebel against the Bronze Age,” Ryukdo explained casually.

“Breclas, let’s be messengers too.” Dorothea’s lips curved into a beautiful smile; she wanted to do something interesting.

“You’re not suitable.” Bray instinctively retorted, even though the other party was the Empress.

"Do you think you'll be able to talk about all sorts of things with people once you get to a place?" Bray thinks that only very talkative or enthusiastic people can do that.

"It's just stating the facts; there's no such thing as suitable or unsuitable." Dorothea frowned her beautiful brows. Bray actually dared to say she wasn't suitable.

“If that’s the case, please tell the people on other continents that the people of the Western Continent are still holding on.” Ryukdo paused, turned to the two, and said.

“I will relay it,” Dorothea replied casually.

"I don't know why, but after you said that, I felt a little at ease." Seeing Dorothea exuding confidence, Ryukto felt inexplicably at ease.

This is the second time I've had this feeling; the first time was with the king of this country.

Although that king had already passed away due to the invasion of the Bronze Age.

---

Amidst the ruins of the orc city, a group of angels soared rapidly through the sky.

Then they all stopped at a place stained with blood.

The blood here had dried completely, staining the ground a deep red.

"Use magic to rewind and see what happened." A blond male angel descended to the ground, his face grim as he ordered his subordinates. "Lord Remir, they were killed by a female elf and a human (in angelic language)." The angel reported, his tone filled with disbelief.

Yes, it's unbelievable that two Dark Iron races killed a squad of angels.

Admittedly, there are members of the Iron race who can resist the Bronze race, but these two should not be among the surviving fighters in this city.

Remiel had never encountered a Dark Ironborn capable of killing a squad of angels...

With such combat power, the tiger clan wouldn't have just dared to hide; they would have started guerrilla warfare long ago.

“How much longer until we find those guys’ hiding place?” Remiel asked in a deep voice. Searching for the city’s last survivors had already taken far too long.

I never expected that although the Black Iron Clan was defeated in direct combat, their methods of hiding were so ingenious.

It's commendable that they were able to find a way to hide despite such a significant difference in magical abilities.

Although the angels had guessed that the hiding place should be below, the city was so big that they wouldn't be able to find those guys unless they turned the whole city upside down.

Of course, it's not impossible to stir up trouble in this city, but it's simply unnecessary.

"Lord Remiel...it will probably take a few more days." (Angel's words)

"Too slow. We must kill these guys as soon as possible." (Angel's words) Remiel's tone was very serious, which made the surrounding angels tense.

“They are too much of an eyesore, and we must immediately bring them to trial for the crime of killing our own people.”

“I need to know where they are the day after tomorrow,” Remiel gave a deadline.

If the deadline is exceeded... those angels won't have a good ending.

"Yes, sir." The angels knelt down and said respectfully.

Angels, as Dorothea said, are religious beings.

However, apart from that, they are also a race with a strict hierarchical system.

---

At this moment, no one in the underground village was aware of the impending danger, and they continued to live their daily lives.

Bray sat on the wooden steps, with the makeshift wooden hut behind him.

It's more accurate to call it a box than a wooden house.

"..." Bray slumped, resting his chin on his hand, his right eye staring blankly ahead.

The village doesn't have much usable space, and Ryukdo could only find a small area for Bray and Dorothea.

Ryukdo's wish was for Bray to live with Dorothea, since in this era, the idea of ​​men and women not touching each other was nothing compared to survival.

Moreover, Ryukdo mistakenly believed that the two of them were a couple.

Unfortunately, Ryukdo's idea was completely wrong, because Dorothea would never fall in love with anyone, and Bray could never have any feelings for Dorothea.

Therefore, Bray was kicked out.

As an empress, living in such a wooden box is already an insult.

She was supposed to squeeze in with Bray? Dorothea could only say—impossible.

Bray looked dejected; he had no idea where he was going to stay that night.

After thinking for a while, he mustered up his courage and knocked on the door.

"Creak." The unlocked wooden door opened, and Dorothea stared blankly at Bray.

"There's no way I'm letting you move in." That was the first thing she said.

“I have no intention of living with you.” Bray shook his head, fully aware that it was impossible for him to squeeze in.

The erotic cohabitation and the morning perks simply don't exist.

Bray had long recognized this reality.

Ah, to be able to share a bed with a beautiful woman and have nothing happen between us, and even get some perks in the morning, what a wonderful fantasy.

He also hoped that God would give him one.

"Could you release the magic chariot?" Bray tried to ask.

"A magic car? What do you need that for?" Dorothea looked at Bray in confusion, wondering if he wanted to race.

"Go to sleep," Bray stated his purpose succinctly.

Speeding now? Do you want to escape this village by blunder?

There are angels everywhere outside, I can't even sleep peacefully...

Bray isn't some invincible being who can't be killed even when he's asleep.

Just like the talkative goddess secretly complaining behind Bray's back, he was easily defeated.

"Here." After listening to Bray's explanation, Dorothea raised her hand and placed the magic chariot next to Bray.

"!!!!!!!" Bray's dead fish eyes were filled with surprise, and it was always surprising no matter how many times you looked at it.

So how exactly did he manage to park the car next to him without saying a word?

A four-dimensional pocket? That would be amazing.

"But do you want to sleep now?" Dorothea tilted her head and asked.

"It's nighttime, why aren't you sleeping?" If nothing unexpected happens, Bray is a good kid who goes to bed early and gets up early.

This is also a fine tradition of the Claes family.

“Well… goodnight,” Dorothea said to Bray after a moment’s hesitation.

She hadn't said "goodnight" in a long time.

Dorothea felt a little uncomfortable hearing him say such things now.

But not being used to it doesn't mean you hate it.

"Bang!" Dorothea slammed the door shut without any politeness.

The houses in the village were all unlocked, yet no thefts occurred.

It's incredible... Generally speaking, crime rates should be higher during difficult times, so it's hard to understand why no one would steal from a house even if it was unlocked.

But that's just how it is in this era.

This is probably because it is no longer just a "difficult period," but a period concerning the survival of the entire race.

Even an individual's ability to fear death becomes largely meaningless.

Bray couldn't understand it, and neither could Dorothea.

However, this did not prevent the two of them from feeling moved by this era.

Human hearts have not become evil; on the contrary, they have become purer.

Bray lay in the car, gazing up at the starless sky above.

Not only will there be no night sky, but water may also drip down from above.

To be honest, it really hurts when water falls from a height and hits your face.

"Hey, what's your name?" Just then, a furry thing crawled onto Bray.

“…” Bray picked up the thing on his body and examined it.

I thought it was some cute little animal, but it turned out to be Bird.

"That older sister introduced herself, why didn't you say your name?" Bird looked at Bray curiously.

"Little brother, don't do this," Melissa said in a panic from the side.

“None of you asked me why I should say it,” Bray said.

“…” Bird and Melissa were stunned. What Bray said made so much sense.

“Now that I’m asking, you should tell me, right?” Bird shook Bray’s shoulder and kept yelling.

“It’s nighttime, the kids should be at bedtime,” Bray said irritably.

"It's only 9 o'clock, why are you sleeping!" Bird couldn't believe that Bray looked exhausted at only 9 o'clock.

“So it’s 9 o’clock? I thought there were no clocks here,” Bray said casually.

"Snoring..." Bird lay on Bray and fell asleep.

Melissa also fell into a deep sleep in the back seat of the magic vehicle.

This meant that Bray couldn't go to bed early anymore.

Bird and Melissa's parents had died long ago, which is why Ryukdo couldn't bear to scold the two naughty children.

Although they had a place to stay, Bird and Melissa didn't really like staying there.

Even their guardians have become accustomed to this.

This time, Bird clung to Bray, and eventually fell asleep on his own.

However, he eventually managed to get Bray's name.

Bird remembered the name Blakeras very well because it was the first outsider he had ever seen.

The other one is Dorothea.

Yes, he remembered it, and remembered it very clearly.

---

The next day, Bray woke up with dark circles under his eyes.

What time did he fall asleep last night? Although there are ways to keep track of time in the village, Bray doesn't understand them.

I'm definitely sleep-deprived.

Bray pushed Bird off him without any politeness, showing absolutely no tenderness just because the other was a kid.

Bird, who had been pushed away by Bray, was still fast asleep and didn't seem to be waking up anytime soon.

However, Bird didn't wake up, but Melissa did.

Melissa rubbed her sleepy eyes and gave a cute yawn.

“Wake your brother up quickly,” Bray said to Melissa, pointing at Bird.

"Ah, little brother! You're lying on top of someone like that!" It was only then that Melissa realized that Bird had been lying on top of Bray all night.