A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"That's quite unexpected, speaking with such certainty." Dorothea looked at Bray in surprise.

She didn't have much contact with Bray and didn't know much about him.

However, after a brief encounter with Bray, Dorothea discovered that he was a bit peculiar.

The word is not wrong; it is "peculiar".

He's a very contradictory guy; his beliefs, his sense of right and wrong... everything seems particularly contradictory about him.

“If I lived in this era, I certainly couldn’t save it,” Bray suddenly said to Dorothea.

After spending some time in the village of Ryukdo and after battling the angels, Bray came to the above conclusion.

He cannot be a savior because he is not suited for it.

"why?"

“I can’t bring myself to destroy one side for the sake of the other.” Bray shook his head; he was completely unsuited to live in the Second Era.

This is an era where it's either you live or I die; there is no room for compromise.

The factions are clearly divided: Bronze and Iron.

The hatred between the Bronze and Iron races runs very deep. The Bronze race despises the Iron race from the bottom of their hearts, while the Iron race deeply hates the Bronze race for taking away their world.

However, for Bray, it was one group of people and another group of people.

To give an example, if a soldier were deployed to the battlefield, he would fight obediently, killing the enemies in front of him and protecting the friendly forces he was supposed to protect.

Even if it meant taking the enemy general's head, I would do it.

But asking Bray to kill all the enemies and completely annihilate them is probably beyond his capabilities.

Then, because "to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself," Bray will be severely punished.

As Goodrid once said, Bray is a hypocrite.

“I think you’d be living a very comfortable life in this era,” Bray said.

"Huh?" Dorothea was completely bewildered. Why was she living such a comfortable life in this era?

The Queen was completely bewildered by Bray's words.

It was rare to see the aloof Empress so confused, but unfortunately, Bray was driving and couldn't see it.

"You can chop people up like you're chopping vegetables," Bray vividly illustrated.

"Without even blinking."

This empress perfectly exemplified what it means to annihilate the enemy.

She wouldn't feel any psychological pressure even if she slaughtered the enemy completely.

"..." Dorothea's expression froze. She felt that Bray was taking revenge, definitely for not letting him stay in the house before.

No matter how you interpret Bray's words, he is essentially saying that he is ruthless.

Dorothea tapped impatiently on the side of the magic chariot with a cold face.

"I don't kill people without blinking an eye."

"Eh? So you had a lot of thoughts when you killed those angels just now..."

“No, it was like crushing dry leaves from the roadside,” Dorothea said instinctively.

"I knew it!"

"..." Dorothea wondered if she had been set up by Bray.

Of course, Bray himself had no such intention and did not realize that what he had just said had offended Dorothea.

Bray focused solely on driving the magic vehicle straight towards the "sun." That so-called "sun" was a burning golden sphere.

The golden sphere was inscribed with angelic poems.

These poems possess a magic that makes this sphere work.

The "sun" is an essential instrument used by the angels to build the holy city, and it will provide all the energy for the holy city.

In return, the true sunlight in this area will be blocked.

However, this sphere can also bring the effects of the real sun, so losing that sunlight is not a big deal for the angels.

The golden sphere exuded a sacred aura and bore a resemblance to the artificial sun that Bray had once seen in the abyss.

No, it should be said that the two are different in form but the same in nature.

Most of the western continent is occupied by angels, and many places have the same thing.

The area enveloped by this "sun" always carries a hazy sense of sacredness.

People with faith, being here, would probably feel an urge to worship.

However, this important "sun" has now developed a crack.

It was a crack that started directly above and stretched all the way down to the bottom.

It's called a crack, but more accurately, it's probably a "cut".

The marks appeared inside after it was cut in two.

"Crackling sound—" A crisp sound came from the golden sphere.

The magic on the sphere dissipated, and the raging flames were extinguished in an instant.

Its two separated sides slowly tilted to the sides, revealing the smooth cross-section inside.

Nearby lay an angel, completely incapacitated and lying on the ground.

“You actually destroyed it… (angelic language)” An angel looked at Bray with a pained expression.

Bray glanced at the answer but didn't reply because he didn't understand.

"Alright, let's go." Bray sheathed the dark black broadsword and sat back in the magic vehicle.

"Is that enough? Aren't you going to do anything else?" Dorothea raised her eyelids and examined the false sun that had been cleaved in two by Bray's sword.

Bray actually came over and just chopped the thing open.

She had defeated countless angels along the way, but the final outcome left Dorothea feeling somewhat bored.

"Perhaps you could try to defeat the strongest angel in this place."

“If the leader dies, these angels might retreat on their own.” Dorothea knew the principle of capturing the leader first.

"..." But Bray just shook his head.

"It's no use."

“Even if you kill the leader, their beliefs will not disappear. That’s what the Bronze race is like,” Bray said quietly, stepping on the gas.

Others facing the Bronze-ranked beings would likely only perceive their arrogance and power.

But Bray knew that those guys also had their own beliefs.

However, these beliefs are something that the Black Iron race will almost never understand.

Well, in the end, it's all due to the difference between the two, and that difference makes it hard to see many things clearly.

“A warning is enough; anything more will only backfire,” Bray said, before speeding off with Dorothea in the back of the car.

The wind blew up Bray's bangs, revealing his lifeless right eye.

Unless Bray can completely wipe out the angels, anything he does will only provoke a backlash from the Bronze race.

If you touch that arrogance, you can ignite the endless rage of the Bronze race.

"Unless you defeat them all, defeat them all without leaving a single one behind."

“Otherwise, they get angry very easily,” Bray said.

So he was surprised more than once that the one who ended the final war of the Second Era was a person, no, an Aragami.

As the protagonist of the final act, how many battles did Carlogaris experience, and how many places did he fight in?

How much blood of bronze-level beings flowed beneath his two greatswords?

That was absolutely an endless sea of ​​blood.

With absolute power, they completely suppressed the arrogance of the Bronze race.

Of course, to the Bronze race, Kalogaris is nothing more than a butcher.

“You seem to know them very well.” Dorothea frowned her beautiful brows.

In fact, Dorothea has fought against the Bronze Saints quite a few times.

But she always felt that Bray understood the Bronze better than she did.

No, it's not just about the bronze species. Bree should have a special understanding of things that are incomprehensible to ordinary people, such as the higher species.

"Understand? Not really," Bray said casually, not thinking he knew much about the Bronze race.

"By the way, where's our next stop?"

"Next stop?" Dorothea looked at Bray, puzzled.

"Do you still want to wander around the Western Continent?" Bray glanced at Dorothea.

Dorothea, on the other hand, looked at the ground beneath her feet.

A golden desert.

It was certainly a good thing to have built a city in the golden desert.

But for Dorothea, her original place was still the most interesting.

“Let’s go to the Central (Northern) Continent,” Bray and Dorothea said in unison.

Unfortunately, there's one word that's different between the two of you.

Bray wants to go to the Middle Continent, while Dorothea wants to go to the North Continent.

“Go to my continent,” Dorothea said coldly.

"No, I want to see someone very important."

"And what do you mean by 'your continent'? You're just an empress of a country," Bray retorted.

"What did you say?! Just an empress of a country?!" Dorothea was a little angry and slammed her boot on the car.

"Sizzle—" Due to Dorothea's fierce attack, the car suddenly lost its balance.

"!!!?" Bray slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a crash.

"Let's decide the winner in the simplest way possible." Dorothea sat down with a cold face, then put her legs on the side of the car, raised her chin and looked at Bray.

Bray stopped the car and looked at Dorothea with some dissatisfaction.

It's rare for Bray to find a good toy... no, a useful vehicle. He'd be heartbroken if Dorothea broke it.

"Tell me, what method? Fight?" Bray asked the queen of a certain country without any hesitation.

"Fight?" Dorothea glanced at Bray with disdain.

"Do you think it's worth fighting you? Do you expect us to go all out in a fight?"

"There's no point in me fighting you if I don't go all out."

“Fighting is the first resort for resolving conflicts,” Bray said seriously, looking like he wanted to fight.

“But I don’t want to fight either.” However, he changed the subject.

Bray immediately became dejected.

Just kidding, of course we'd rather avoid fighting if we can avoid it; he's not a battle maniac.

“Then let’s decide the winner by flipping a coin.” Dorothea produced a golden coin from somewhere.

“No, it’s not fair for anyone to throw it.” Bray raised his hand and said solemnly.

“That’s true, we all have cheating skills.” If they really wanted to cheat, Bray and Dorothea could probably control which side the coin landed on.

“Let’s find someone to throw it,” Bray suggested.

“Good idea.” Dorothea nodded emphatically; a third-party witness was the best option.

Under Ryukdo's blank stare, Bray and Dorothea returned without a word and stuffed a coin into his hand.