A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

But when he turned around, he suddenly realized that the Dorothea were gone.

She had already gone inside to find a place to shower and sleep.

"..." Dead Fish Eyes fell silent for the third time.

After leaving Nimitrith, Carlogaris walked straight in a certain direction and entered a house.

For Carlogaris, the people in the house were far more important than Bray and Dorothea, two outsiders.

Carlogaris pushed open the door, took the two greatswords off his back, and placed them to the side.

The sounds of the wooden door opening and the greatsword roused the people inside the house.

"Carlogaris, you're back?" a woman exclaimed in surprise.

The house was dark inside, without even an oil lamp lit, but to her, the darkness meant nothing.

Because she herself is blind, she has always lived in a world without light.

She usually doesn't open her eyes, because even if she did, she couldn't see anything; her eyes would just appear gray.

She started going blind when she was very young.

Shortly after that, the period of the Bronze Age invasion began.

It's an incredible miracle that she has survived to this day, even though most healthy people can't survive.

"I'm back." Kalogaris's expression softened immediately upon seeing the woman.

"Great! I thought you weren't coming back this time." The woman called Salom rushed towards the direction where Carlogaris was speaking.

Kalogaris took a few steps forward to make sure Shalom didn't miss his target.

“You say that every time I come back,” Carlogaris said with a smile.

Although Salom couldn't see his smile, he couldn't help but laugh.

“Because, there’s a chance you might not be able to come back each time, isn’t there?” Shalom smiled and touched Carlogaris’s face.

Carlogaris, in his early twenties, did not have rough skin.

Shalom had never seen what Carlogaris looked like; he probably only knew how tall the other man was.

“Hmm…” Carlogaris did not deny Shalom’s words.

An ordinary person might say, "I will definitely be able to come back," but Carlogaris did not have that courage.

His enemies are far too formidable; who can guarantee he'll win every time?

Even though everyone called him invincible, only he himself knew the truth.

There will always be bronze-level opponents that you can't defeat. What will happen to you then?

Will I really die at their hands? And you say I escaped by sheer luck?

Nothing is certain.

However, Salom didn't have as many complicated thoughts as Carlogaris. She just knew that Carlogaris had returned safely once again, and she was content.

No one from this family was absent today.

She is the wife of Carlogaris, and Carlogaris is her husband.

It's so good that they're both here.

"Let me turn on the light for you~" Salom felt along the wall and skillfully lit the oil lamp.

She would only light this lamp when Carlogaris returned; otherwise, she had no use for it.

"Don't you think I'm boring all the time?" Carlogaris asked Shalom as he sat down in a chair.

"Hmm? You're acting a little strange today," Shalom said, tilting his head in confusion.

“Carlogaris, you seem more sentimental than usual today.”

“Is that so…” Carlogaris said after a long silence.

Perhaps because he had talked too much with Nimitz, Carlogaris now had many complicated thoughts in his mind.

"Yes, that's right. You just need to do it the way you always have."

“Anyway, you’re usually the kind of guy who doesn’t like to smile.” Salom stumbled to where Carlogaris was sitting and then sat down next to him.

“Carlogaris, you’ve never been a funny person.”

"However, you are a very serious person, and that's what I like about you."

“Funny men, I personally don’t really like them,” Shalom said, resting her head on Carlogaris’s shoulder.

Carlogaris is very strong, and relying on him gives one a sense of security.

"Now that you're back, get some rest," Shalom said softly, knowing that Carlogaris was very tired.

Who wouldn't be exhausted carrying so much on their shoulders?

"By the way, Shalom, Nimize said he wants to start an organization." When Carlogaris was with Shalom, he would say whatever came to mind.

Although Salom said it didn't matter if he was boring, he didn't want to be that kind of person.

So he would talk a lot to Salom, since she couldn't see the world, she should at least learn about it through sound.

“An organization?” Shalom certainly knew Nimiter, after all, Nimiter was Carlogaris’s close friend.

"He wanted an organization that could protect everyone."

"Wow~" Salom exclaimed, covering her mouth.

"That's an outrageous idea. If it were someone else, they would definitely say he's being unrealistic."

“Yes, if others knew, they would definitely say he’s unrealistic. No one ever takes empty words like ‘protecting everyone’ seriously.” Carlogaris hugged Shalom.

“But Nimitra must really want to do it.” In Salom’s memory, Nimitra was a seemingly rough person, but in fact, he was incredibly meticulous.

"Yes, so once he sets it up, I'll definitely be the first to join."

"And then become a veteran?" Shalom chuckled. Kalogaris's words sounded like something a child would say.

---

Holp was peaceful today; everyone had a normal day and welcomed the quiet night.

Kalogaris sat on the edge of the bed, with Salom fast asleep behind him.

He looked at Salom sleeping and felt a strange warmth in his heart.

Salom wasn't a beauty, but even so, he still loved her deeply.

He took a deep breath and looked at the ball of light that appeared between his hands.

This was a light that no one else could see except him.

At first, this light only appeared in his dreams, but later, it was able to appear in front of Carlogaris.

He never once thought that the ball of light was an illusion.

No one told Carlogaris, but he was certain that if he touched this thing, he would become powerful and be able to control one of the rules of the world.

He only found out what it was much later.

"Divine Source" is something that allows people to break through the boundaries of lower species and become higher species.

However, Carlogaris never believed that there were any free lunches in the world.

That's why he didn't try to touch it, even though it was only one centimeter away from his hand.

But this power was so real and strong that it made Carlogaris ponder deeply.

If we could obtain this power, we might even be able to reverse the fate of the entire Black Iron race.

"Sigh..." He sighed and withdrew his hands.

The "Divine Source" also disappeared from his sight. "Hey buddy, what's your name again?" an uncle who was repairing the roof asked Bray, who was also repairing the roof.

“Bray, Brayclas,” Bray introduced himself in a formal manner.

"Brother Bray?" The uncle chuckled a few times and repeated Bray's name.

"Your skills are really good. Did you do this back in the Western Continent?"

“…” Bray stared at the hammer and nail in his hand and fell silent for a moment.

Yes, he really did find a job.

And just as Nimiter said, Horp is short of people, short of people everywhere.

Bray easily found a job, solving his immediate problem.

Living normally in this city requires money, and he can no longer eat and stay for free like he did in the Tiger Clan village.

After all, they had lived under the care of Ryukdo for a period of time in the Tiger Clan village.

Here, no one cares about them.

So real! Just like what Nick Boras said, it's so real it makes me want to cry.

The empress had no intention of working at all; she simply lay down on the bed after taking a bath.

In Dorothea's words, "Without a throne, I can only lie in bed."

In other words, if there were a throne, Dorothea would always be sitting on it and wouldn't move unless something happened.

Of course, if Dorothea suddenly wanted to have some fun, she might just move around a bit.

Unfortunately, under no circumstances is it realistic to expect Queen Dorothea to work for someone else.

“It’s never been repaired before.” After pondering for a long time, Bray shook his head helplessly.

His original profession was adventurer; who has ever repaired a roof?

"Really? Then maybe you're a genius in this field." The uncle said sincerely, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"..." For some reason, Bray didn't feel happy about the uncle's praise; instead, he felt a little sad.

The other person was praising me so sincerely, I should be happy about it.

"So what did you do before, Bray?" This uncle was quite talkative, and even though his conversation partner was Bray, who wasn't good at chatting, he could still talk so enthusiastically, which was truly remarkable.

“Adventurer… no, messenger.” Bray thought for a moment, realizing that probably no one in this world was an adventurer, so he changed his wording.

"Young man, are you a messenger?"

“Yes, after all, I come from the Western Continent.” Bray nodded. Although Dorothea was supposed to be the messenger, he could be considered one now, albeit not.

"Hey, what kind of information about the Western Continent did you bring?"

"I haven't had a chance to say it yet," Bray said, hesitating.

"Huh? There's no time to explain what happened?" The uncle looked at Bray in surprise.

“Literal meaning.” Bray pursed his lips. Was he going to say he had forgotten?

Dorothea herself had forgotten about it, let alone Bray.

"That won't do, young man, you should go and tell Nimitz right away," the uncle urged Bray.

"So urgent?" Bray was a little puzzled as to why the uncle was urging him.

"Because all intelligence from other continents is very important, and may be of great use."

“I’ll finish fixing this roof first.” Bray simply nodded and continued with his work.

"..." He had clearly urged Bray to hurry up, but he didn't expect the other party to still be there.

"I've finished making it for you, hurry up and go."

"That's not a good idea."

"There's no good or bad, just go."

Bray scratched the back of his head, somewhat speechless.

"Alright then." Although Bray still couldn't understand why the old man was in such a hurry, since the other party had said that everything was up to him, Bray had no choice but to put down the hammer in his hand.

"Ah, how do I find Nimitje?" As she was about to jump off the roof, she turned to the uncle and asked.

"Just ask people along the way," the uncle said irresponsibly.

"..." Bray landed on the ground looking dejected; it seemed he was going to spend a lot of time on this.