A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

But Bray wasn't going to waste any time. He closed his right eye and, without warning, activated his Mind's Eye.

Every corner of the city was clearly projected into his perceived world.

He then focused all his energy on finding Nimitri.

After a few seconds, Bray slowly opened his right eye, put his hands in his pockets, and started walking unhurriedly.

We've found Nimiter's location; no need to ask anyone for directions.

Of course, I was just a little tired after using my cunning.

---

"What's wrong? Did you need something?" Nimitz asked, fiddling with a heavy cannon in a workshop.

This heavy cannon is made of demonic materials, and its effects are astonishing.

Importantly, this heavy cannon can amplify the user's magical energy usage efficiency.

With this heavy cannon, Nimiter has no need to fear ordinary bronze-class enemies; he is capable of dealing with them.

As Carlogaris's close friend, it would be a disgrace to Carlogaris if he didn't have any strength.

Unfortunately, this heavy cannon was too cumbersome and had too long firing intervals. Nimitzer couldn't handle more than two Bronze-class enemies at once.

“I am the messenger,” Bray said bluntly, intending to skip the unnecessary conversation and get straight to the point.

"What!?" Although Bre and Dorothea had said before that they came from the Western Continent, Nimize and Carlogaris didn't quite believe it.

Therefore, they were not regarded as messengers.

Are you really messengers?

"Alright, alright, enough with the nonsense." Seeing that Nimiter was about to say a lot more, Brei quickly spoke up.

"I finished giving you the information and then I left."

“Alright... go ahead and say it.” Nimitz placed the heavy cannon he was carrying on the table and sat up.

Why is the other person so serious?

“First of all, Dorothea, that female elf, and I came from a tiger clan village in the Western Continent,” Bray said, gathering his thoughts.

To be honest, this kind of report requires some language organization skills.

---

After recounting his experiences in the tiger-tribe village on the western continent, Bray left without looking back.

Of course, he also told Nimitri about splitting the "sun," whether Nimitri believed him or not was another matter.

The messenger's work was over, and Bray needed to go back to earning his basic living expenses.

I need to earn at least enough to eat.

Upon seeing Bray leave, Nimiter's previously grave expression immediately relaxed.

"That's great, the Western Continent is holding on too."

Bray told Dorothea that they were very strong, but Nimiter didn't know whether to believe him or not.

After all, not everyone has the insight of Ryukto.

However, knowing that the Western Continent was also persisting gave Nimitz a lot of motivation. Bray returned wearily to his temporary lodgings, listlessly hanging his head.

He's extremely tired now, much more tired than when he was chopping someone up; repairing the roof is a skilled job.

The house wasn't two stories high; it was just a single, low-ceilinged building with three rooms and a hall.

With his sharp eyes, Bray immediately noticed that Dorothea's room door was open.

Even if Bray didn't spy on her, he could guess that Dorothea wasn't there.

Anyway, after lying down for a while, I got bored and went out.

He had no interest in spying, so he threw the food he had bought onto the table and prepared to cook.

Don't underestimate the culinary skills of any member of the Clarice family.

Cooking is Bray's best skill besides swordsmanship.

"Anyway, she shouldn't starve to death," Bray muttered, and started cooking.

---

Dorothea stood on the road, her bright eyes curiously taking in her surroundings.

This time it's a city in the truest sense, a city belonging to the Second Era, which truly fills one with the desire to explore.

The stone slab that brought Dorothea and Bray here was essentially a diary.

A diary is meant to be read, and Dorothea was using it very seriously.

"Incredible! Some technologies are even more advanced than ours." Dorothea discovered that some places were using technologies she had never seen in her time.

For example, the overall lighting of a city is interconnected, naturally utilizing the overflowing magic of the surrounding environment.

This will save energy to the greatest extent possible without causing any inconvenience to citizens.

Even if one node fails, the other parts can continue to operate.

In other words, under normal circumstances, the city's sunlight will not stop.

The city of Holp could easily be called a city that never sleeps.

"Hmm, this sword is quite nice too." Dorothea spotted a sword by the roadside and immediately squatted down near the stall.

"The material is also something I've never seen before," she muttered to herself, picking up the sword and weighing it in her hand. The material was much better than that of her own time.

"Young lady, would you like a sword for self-defense? This sword isn't expensive." The vendor was very enthusiastic when he saw a customer.

Weapons sell quite well in Holp.

Those people bought weapons not for any other reason than to be able to fight back in case of an enemy invasion.

Although everyone understands that as ordinary people they can't cause any big trouble, everyone still has weapons on hand.

Perhaps, my little struggles will lead to other opportunities.

Taking a gamble is better than just sitting in a corner waiting to die.

As for compromising to survive, that's something no one has considered.

Because the Bronze Age had no intention of sparing their lives; even if they were, they would ultimately be treated like livestock.

Despite his seemingly harmonious demeanor, Horp can mobilize the entire population like soldiers in times of crisis.

"This sword? I don't need it. I'm just looking at it." Dorothea shook her head. Although the sword was made of very good material, it was not yet worthy of being included in her collection.

No matter how good it is, it's still just ordinary iron.

"Really? Then let's look at something else?" The vendor wasn't angry; instead, he casually recommended his other items.

"No need." Dorothea put down her sword, stood up, and patted her leg.

But when Dorothea turned around, she saw someone who surprised her slightly.

Kalogaris was walking down the street with a woman whose eyes were slightly closed.

His leisurely demeanor made it seem as if he were taking a stroll.

Dorothea watched the two of them quietly, and this peaceful and idyllic scene filled her with inexplicable envy.

However, this tranquility seemed out of place for Carlogaris's status.

Because Carlogaris, as a hero, should be even busier.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that such a time is a luxury for someone like him.

"It's you?" Carlogaris noticed Dorothea and couldn't help but speak.

"What? Is it someone you know, Carlogaris?" Shalom asked in confusion, her eyes closed, as she couldn't see Dorothea.

“They’re from outside,” Carlogaris explained to Salom.

"Really? Do you want to talk?"

“No… It’s rare that you can come out for a walk.” Carlogaris shook his head. Dorothea’s guess was right; he really rarely had time to quietly accompany Salom, and today was a rare day.

This day was incredibly precious to Carlogaris.

If possible, he doesn't want to be disturbed.

He himself doesn't particularly care about going out for a walk, but without his own company, Salom finds it difficult to go out alone.

For Shalom, this day is even more precious.

"You two can continue. It's nice to be quietly snuggled together." Dorothea's usually sharp eyes suddenly softened.

Seeing people who love each other like this always moves her deeply.

"Miss, what are you saying?" Salom's cheeks flushed red. Although she was usually not shy when she was with Carlogaris, she still felt embarrassed when someone said that to her.

"..." Carlogaris was stunned.

Dorothea watched Shalom's reaction with amusement.

"How about my husband and I show you around Holp?" Although Salom was shy, Dorothea's words seemed to make her very happy.

"Will you show me around? No need, I can manage on my own," Dorothea said with a light laugh, then took a few steps back.

"I'm glad you're having fun." Dorothea seemed especially gentle and in a particularly good mood today.

"Thank you..." Carlogaris didn't know what to say to Dorothea, and after a long pause, he finally uttered these words.

However, Dorothea pretended not to see it and left without looking back.

"What a kind person," Shalom said, smiling as she took Carlogaris's hand.

Even though she couldn't see it, she could still sense the subtle tenderness in the other person's words.

"She must be a very gentle person."

"Probably." Carlogaris didn't know Dorothea, but he had just thanked her.

Because she made Salom laugh so happily.

---

"I'm back." Dorothea returned to her temporary residence, and since she had already noticed that Bray was there, she made a point of announcing it.

Otherwise, she would just go inside without saying a word.

"Oh." Bray, having finished his meal, responded indifferently, then looked at Dorothea with a strange, deadpan expression.

"What's wrong? You don't need to cook for me. I can go for days without eating." Dorothea looked at Bray with a puzzled expression and revealed a fact that no one else knew about her.

“Did something good happen to you? You look especially happy,” Bray said.

"Good news? Maybe. I saw a couple I really liked." Dorothea didn't deny that she was in a good mood.

Unfortunately, peaceful days don't last long.

The dominant theme of this era remains struggle... or rather, hardship.

"Nimije, what did you say... the demons are coming again?" Carlogaris slammed his fist on the table in excitement.

“Yes, the demons are coming again.” Nimitz said helplessly, but he still repeated what he had just said.

"Didn't we just repel their forces? Why..." Kalogaris was incredulous. They had repelled the vanguard, yet the demons showed no sign of stopping and continued their attack?

“These are reports that scouts risked their lives to bring back. Are you questioning them?” Nimitz said in a deep voice.

"..." Carlogaris calmed down and did not continue speaking.

He was only in his twenties, with the impulsiveness typical of young people.

However, this does not mean he was unaware that every piece of intelligence coming from the outside was accompanied by sacrifice.

He dared not insult those who had sacrificed their lives.

“If the enemy were something not much different from us, I might consider this to be fake news.”

"Unfortunately, the other party would never stoop to using such methods."

“They really want to launch another attack.” Nimitz placed his hands on the table and stared at Carlogaris.

"Now, it's up to you, Carlogaris."