A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"For example, the person you mentioned, I do know him."

Because Nalan died, Mira found out.

"But I don't know how others see him, or how his actions will appear in your eyes."

"After all, some people see him as a savior, while others see him as a demon king."

“Treat him like an ordinary person,” Mira said, shaking the lantern in her hand.

“We’re all the same, just ordinary people.” Bray bent his knees, placed his hands on his knees, and glanced around at the wandering dead with his right eye.

"Are they all the same? Your definition of an ordinary person is indeed broad."

"Then what about me? Am I, who is already dead, considered an ordinary person?"

“Just an ordinary dead man,” Bray replied.

"Is this a lame joke, or are you serious?" Mira asked strangely after hearing Bray's comment.

“Seriously.” Bray’s tone didn’t sound like he was joking.

“Okay, then I can call myself an ordinary dead person from now on.” Mira’s expression was a little stiff, but her tone was playful.

Even though she's already dead, she still adds "ordinary" as a prefix to her name. It's really difficult to understand this person's thought process.

However, since we don't understand it, there's no need to try to understand it.

"Speaking of which, what is your biggest wish as an ordinary person?" Mira continued to ask.

"Don't tell me you have no desires or wants; I won't accept that kind of response."

“When did I say I was without desires?” Bray tilted his head; he didn’t consider himself a person without desires.

It's just that it wasn't particularly intense.

Having no strong desire for anything is, to put it bluntly, being passive.

Just like his lifeless, dead-fish eyes, Bray was often no different from a salted fish.

This right eye isn't very appealing; it's a dead fish eye, after all.

These eyes, in every sense, are truly "hated by gods and demons".

"So what is your wish?"

"a lot of."

“The biggest one.” Mira’s curiosity suddenly piqued; she really wanted to know what Bray’s biggest wish was.

“People’s desires are constantly changing,” Bray said.

"Your greatest wish right now." Mira, who had been expressionless, couldn't help but shake herself.

The lantern in her hand caused her body to sway back and forth.

Seems...to be quite happy?

“Minimize the tragedies in this world as much as possible,” Bray said to Mira after a moment’s hesitation.

"It's a pity that I've never been able to do it. Maybe I'm just a pessimistic person who can't fulfill such a wish." He sighed.

He has had many wishes, but what he most hopes to achieve now is what he just said.

Unfortunately, he always seems to witness tragedy.

He wasn't smart enough or proactive enough, so the tragedy always "smoothly" happened.

Because he often fails to make a choice when he is unable to decide.

If you don't know right from wrong, then don't choose anything.

Unfortunately, this may have slowed down the pace of the tragedy, but it could not prevent it from happening.

For example, the fate of her own students, the repeated destruction of the imperial capital, the fisherman, and... Naruko and Levi.

“Your wish, like your desire for world peace, is very difficult to fulfill.” Mira shook her head; it would be very difficult for Bray to achieve his wish.

"Do you, like that person who wanted to be a savior, want to save the world?"

"Is this the same as saving the world?" Bray asked rhetorically.

"Aren't they the same?"

"It's different, completely different. Without tragedy, there's no need for the word 'rescue'."

“…” Mira suddenly understood what Bray meant.

“I didn’t realize you were a philosopher, nor did I realize you were a saint.” Mira suddenly appeared next to Bray.

Without warning, even Bray didn't know when she came down from the tree.

"Huh?" Bree looked completely bewildered after hearing Mira's words.

Mira was stunned for a moment after seeing Bray's reaction.

“It seems you’re not,” Mira said, as if answering her own question.

It seems that Bray doesn't know just how pure his idea really is.

"What are you trying to say?" Bray asked, puzzled.

"Without tragedy, there would be no one who needs to be saved."

“That’s a nice wish.” Mira leaned closer to Bray and smiled.

"That's all I wanted to say." Mira hadn't actually expected to suddenly bring up this kind of issue with Bray.

However, it doesn't seem too bad.

Unfortunately, Bray will no longer linger at the "Wandering Tomb".

He came here to visit Mira, and he left only because he had already visited Mira.

Bray was like a friend to Mira, a friend with a very strange relationship.

When he comes, Mira is happy; when he leaves, Mira is not too upset.

Just like the cemetery she guards, there's nothing to look forward to, but occasionally something still surprises her.

The arrival of Bray was one of them.

Time meant nothing to Mira; who knows how much time might have passed before another person entered the "Wandering Tomb."

Anything is possible, but Mira wasn't sure how long into the future that would be, and at that time, she didn't know if she would still be the gravedigger.

Perhaps, at that time, she had already vanished from the world like her predecessor, leaving only memories to be passed down.

"There's nothing left to talk about."

“It’s a little bit of a shame,” Mira said softly, sitting down next to Bray.

She had no expression, but every word she spoke was so gentle, like a warm spring breeze that dispelled the gloom in the "Wandering Tomb".

“Yes, I have nothing to talk about.” Bray is not good at conversation and will shut up when faced with an awkward silence.

After chatting for a while, he realized he had nothing left to say.

It's not that we have nothing to say, it's just that we don't know what to talk about next.

Mira noticed this as well.

"I wish you were a more talkative guy."

“I can’t change that,” Bray shrugged.

He is not only not talkative, but he also doesn't like to remember people's names.

In terms of interpersonal relationships, he can be described as utterly clueless.

Bray is not the type of person who can actively make all sorts of friends.

“It’s just that you don’t want to change.” Mira blinked.

“No, it’s just that I’m not good at it,” Bray said.

With a little effort, Bray might actually improve, but ultimately he still won't be good at it.

Just like letting Bray practice spells, with constant practice, he might be able to use spells other than "Identify".

However, in the end, it may only reach the level of a "fireball".

"As expected, you still think in such strange ways." Mira put down the lantern and patted Bray's hair.

"Why did you suddenly touch my head?" Bray's dead fish eyes held a question mark.

“Sometimes I want to do something like an older sister,” Mira said softly.

After hearing Mira's words, Breton paused for a moment and then remained silent, letting Mira touch his head.

"Thank you," Mira said.

"You're welcome." Bray knew what Mira was thanking him for.

"But to be honest, I don't like being treated like a younger brother."

“I could tell you didn’t like it.” Mira smiled gently, which was why she thanked Bray.

"By the way, when are you going to find a partner?"

"?" Bray was shocked by this sudden question.

It seems that Mira has really taken on the role of the older sister, and Bray thinks he needs to bring her back to reality.

“Wake up, I’m really not your brother,” Bray said stiffly.

"I know, I'm just curious."

"You're so curious."

“I would be so bored if I weren’t a little curious,” Mira said in a very lonely tone.

"I'm leaving." Bray stood up abruptly without the slightest hesitation.

"Don't run, tell me." Mira grabbed Bray's shirt, her eyes quite serious.

"Don't you have several around you?"

"Do you take me for someone who can build a harem?"

"I don't think you can have a harem, I just think you can't stay single forever."

“I’m not now, and I haven’t been for a long time.” Bray turned his head and glanced at Mira, who was holding him back.

He categorically and without hesitation denied Mira's statement.

“…” Mira was silent for a moment, then lowered her eyelids.

"Really... So it's not like that anymore." Mira murmured with relief.

She watched Bray embark on his adventures, watched him return, and watched him leave again.

She used to think that Bray was all alone.

Even with someone by my side, I still feel all alone.

However, she felt a little relieved after hearing Bray's decisive answer.

Honestly, I've unwittingly fallen into the role of the older sister, even though I'm not that close to him.

"So stop pressuring me to get married out of the blue," Bray said, pursing his lips.

"I won't say it anymore." Mira let go of her hand, patted the mud off her clothes, and slowly stood up from the ground.

Mira was very tall, only half a head shorter than Bray.

Standing up, she was able to look directly into Bray's eyes at close range.

“But I really can’t imagine that scene.” Mira simply couldn’t imagine that Bray actually had a wife.

How should I put it? There's no imagery at all; I have absolutely no idea how it will unfold.

“…” Bray’s lips twitched. What was this?

“If it were possible, I would love to see your ‘family’ in person.” Mira cupped Bray’s face in her cold hands.

However, Mira's wish, like Bray's, was difficult to fulfill.

It is likely that only those who uphold the precepts and possess divine power can enter the "Wandering Tomb" and not become dead for a short period of time.