A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"I am protecting my own mother. What is there that I dare not say?" the golden-haired man said in a deep voice after a long silence.

Since she felt ashamed and angry, it proved that Dorothea was not wrong.

He seemed to realize this as well, and slightly toned down his anger and intimidation.

"Mother?" Bray and Dorothea looked at each other in bewilderment.

"That's right, it's my great mother. What's wrong with me protecting her?"

“That’s true.” Bray muttered to himself, it wasn’t strange that he wanted to protect his mother.

But the mother of the golden seed? What the heck is that?

"Do you Golden Race have mothers?" Dorothea asked directly.

Why not?

“Everything has a mother. As the Golden Seed, as true gods, our mother is naturally this world,” the Golden Seed said in a matter-of-fact tone.

The statement that Capra is the mother of all things doesn't sound wrong.

"Behind me lies the will of the world, my mother."

"Having heard this, you should understand why we can't set foot in front of here, right?"

The will of the world cannot be seen by lower species.

“Now I acknowledge your magnanimity, so let me ask you another question.” Dorothea raised an eyebrow, having inadvertently overheard something extraordinary.

"Why is the Golden Seed still allowed to remain in Kapras?"

All those who uphold the precepts should probably know one fact.

That is, after the First Age, all the Golden Seeds were expelled by the will of Kapras.

In other words, gold should not appear.

"This is the real world," the golden-type said casually.

"As long as our mother allows it, we can exist."

"Moreover, from the moment I was born, I was determined to protect this world."

He is probably the only golden race to have existed in Kapras throughout these past eons.

There is no other, only one.

He did not participate in any struggles, nor did he ever recklessly use his own concepts.

Just like now, He didn't use any concepts even once.

Everything is about maintaining balance.

Therefore, the will of the world would tacitly accept Him as its protector. "..." Bray's dead fish eyes were fixed on Dorothea.

Dorothea felt a chill run down her spine as she sensed Bray's gaze.

She turned her head and saw Brena's slightly admiring gaze.

What is this guy so proud of? Is he proud of his successful verbal sparring?

It has to be said that Dorothea was right; Bray was shocked by her barrage of words.

I'm also a little envious.

He made such a good point that even Bray, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"That's enough." Dorothea's lips twitched as she spat out the words through gritted teeth.

She really couldn't stand being stared at like that by Bray any longer.

"Leave," the golden seed said at this moment.

This is not a request, it is a command.

As a golden race, He would not make requests to lower races.

However, as time went by, the golden body gradually became unstable.

He, forcibly simulated by the "Prophet," was surrounded by star-like mosaics.

But He himself seemed unaware of this, merely looking down at the two who had not yet left.

"Now that things have come to this, do you still not want to leave?" He said in a deep voice.

"Don't push my limits. I've already told you enough."

"..." Dorothea stared at Him for a full minute before finally looking away.

“Breaklas, let’s go,” she said to Breklas beside her.

Dorothea felt she had nothing more to say to persuade the other party.

Talking about irrelevant things will only anger the other party.

The other party isn't lacking in intelligence; if this continues, they will inevitably resort to violence to expel them.

The truth is, even she and Bray combined are no match for this golden-blooded being.

Although Dorothea has her own pride, she is not unaware of true strength.

“But our magic wagon has overturned.” Bray’s eyes regained their focus, and he whispered to Dorothea.

Given this situation, it's clear that the golden one won't interfere with their magical vehicle.

"I know." Dorothea glanced at the magic carriage that had carried them a long way, feeling a little sentimental.

She snapped her fingers and put the broken magic vehicle away.

Although it's unusable, that doesn't stop Dorothea from keeping the magic vehicle as a collectible.

"I'll just walk back."

"..." Bray's expression froze.

It's not that he hasn't walked long distances, but back then he did it to save money.

But now, walking back... Bray was extremely unwilling.

"Even if you don't want to, what can you do?" Dorothea said, and then walked away.

"If you don't leave, you can just sit here and wait to be punched away by this guy."

"..." Bray suddenly became dejected and had no choice but to start walking.

Anyway, going back along the way was too miserable; heaven knows how far they drove the magic car.

"Let's go, don't dawdle."

“…” Bray hadn’t been able to say a word since the beginning; he didn’t know what to say.

Moreover, Bray always felt that he might resemble Dorothea's little brother.

Although being the younger brother of a beautiful queen isn't exactly shameful, I still felt a bit strange inside.

"Sigh." Bray sighed and resignedly followed Dorothea.

The route also has to be a flat, barren stretch of land, which makes the long hike seem rather boring.

Before Dorothea and Bray could walk a hundred meters, a deafening sound rang out.

"Stop!" the golden-haired man called out to them.

"..." Bray and Dorothea exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what the golden-blooded being behind them was up to.

“Ahem, I grant you permission to step into the distance,” He said, though with a hint of hesitation in his voice.

It was as if He Himself was puzzled by this decision.

Dorothea was the first to frown. She looked up at the other person, wondering what they were up to.

One minute they were telling them to leave, and now they're hurriedly calling them back.

What is this? Are you just messing with them?

Dorothea's expression was somewhat displeased. So the other party was a Gold-type, an invincible enemy, but she did not intend to back down if she was provoked.

"Although I don't know the reason, my mother allowed you to go in."

"My mother wants to see both of you."

"That golden-haired one said helplessly."

He allowed it to pass because it was the will of the world that gave the order.

However, He did not quite understand why the will of the world would want to see these two little ants.

Of course, even the being that supposedly protects the world's will cannot disobey her orders.

He did not believe that any being could threaten the will of the world.

The will of the world is absolutely inviolable; it is the embodiment of the entire world and can even be driven away by the gods.

"Your mother, that is, the will of the world?" Bray asked at this point.

“That’s right.” The golden seed shifted its position slightly, and a deafening roar like an earthquake erupted around it.

His action was merely to make way for the two of them.

The fact that the golden seed could make them give way was quite a show of respect for the two of them.

Dorothea smiled knowingly, as if she found the scene before her quite amusing.

"Breclas, do you think a single Aragami can simulate the will of the world?" Dorothea posed a question to Breclas.

“It can’t be simulated,” Bray replied, though he wasn’t entirely sure.

After all, nothing in this world is absolute. Just like now, the fact that the golden seed actually made way for him is itself unbelievable.

“That makes sense,” Dorothea nodded.

“Then let’s see what the will of that world is in this history created by the ‘Prophet’.” Dorothea kicked her boots, stretched her limbs, and flexed her alluring figure.

"What are you doing?" Bray asked, looking at Dorothea, who was warming up, in surprise.

"Do some warm-up exercises."

"I know, I just want to know why you're warming up?" As an honest man, Bray naturally didn't care about Dorothea's hot figure; he was wondering what she was warming up for.

"Who knows if we'll have to fight next?" Dorothea said casually.

"!" Bray was startled.

"That makes sense..." Even though it was going to be a battle, Bray felt it was a transdimensional level and he probably couldn't win.

However, doing some warm-up exercises doesn't seem like a bad idea.

Anyway, there's plenty of time and room to do this kind of thing.

Thinking this, Bray loosened his bones.

Then the two of them passed the golden seed that exuded a terrifying aura at all times and walked towards the vast land behind Him.

The will of the world wants to see them? What an interesting development.

After the golden seed gave way, the vast open space in front of them suddenly transformed into an illusory space.

The scenery from countless places is distorted all around, yet blended together seamlessly.

Bree and Dorothea, who were walking through this area, could feel their bodies being twisted.

However, this trend is not obvious and will not have any impact on them.

Nevertheless, they still felt themselves spinning from the inside out.

Even though you're moving straight ahead, it feels like you're spinning in circles.

The strong sense of incongruity makes people very uncomfortable.

Of course, this discomfort did not last particularly long.

After a while, the distorted and pieced-together scenery faded and eventually turned pure white.

This pure white color felt strangely familiar to Bree.

Because this scene is exactly the same as the scene he often faces when confronting the divine source.

The same white, the same quiet, the emptiness gives people a strong sense of oppression.