A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

But because of another person.

"They stopped coming later."

"Why?" Naruko asked cooperatively.

"Because they're tired of it."

"That's so realistic," Naruko muttered, pursing her lips.

"Everyone does it, including me."

"Later, someone who knew I couldn't go out drew pictures for me." Angelia spoke quickly, not giving Naruko a chance to speak.

"Isn't that great?"

"He likes me."

"That's even better!" Naruko clapped her hands. This is love.

"But I only thank him; I don't like him."

"..." Then let's pretend Naruko didn't say anything.

“I’m pretty much the same as those men, quite genuine, don’t you think?” Angelia said.

"Well, that happens sometimes," Naruko whistled, trying to ease the awkwardness.

“It’s okay, really.” Angelia took a sip of her drink, not feeling embarrassed at all.

"Humans are very bad at appreciating what is rare."

Dinner ended quickly, and Angelia didn't say anything more.

She said those things just for the sake of saying them, without expecting any answers.

She probably doesn't even care about other people's responses.

I just wanted to vent.

After the meal, Bray and his companions did nothing; they didn't "explore" anyone's house or knock on anyone's door to ask for anything.

It was just three people in two rooms, resting quietly.

I woke up the next day after a good night's sleep.

---

As the morning light pierced through the mist, the thorns and roses that had previously seemed eerie and sinister now appeared much softer.

"My young lady is still resting and cannot see us off. I'm very sorry." 112 opened the door for Bray and the other two and expressed his apologies.

“It’s alright.” Bray shook his head; it was already very kind of them to host him for the night.

"Goodbye." Bray didn't know what polite words to say, so he simply said goodbye.

Beyond the thorny garden, the once crystal-clear outline of the old house blurred once more.

"Useless Master." The girl's voice rang out.

"what happened?"

"Don't you want to learn more about that old house?"

"I already know a lot."

An aura very similar to that of the Divine Source, the young lady who is unable to leave her home, and unusually red eyes.

These were all things that Bray perceived and observed that day.

The anomaly that Bray first noticed came from the young lady and 112.

It's very faint, so faint that it's almost negligible.

Based on his experience, Bray can determine that the type is divine.

However, he did not find the Aragami, nor did the two of them possess any divine source.

However, the young lady and 112 do have one thing in common: they both have eyes that are as beautiful as rubies.

"They're probably guarding something in the house."

"Don't you want to disrupt their plans?"

"Maybe, or maybe I'm just lazy," Bray sighed.

If they really are holding onto something, then Clinton has had no problems to this day.

Therefore, Bray did not believe he was qualified to participate.

"Not causing trouble is the best approach, right?"

"Hmm." Bray didn't want anyone to yell at him later, "Look what you've been protecting!"

"Dead fish eyes, visibility is quite good after the fog clears." Naruko looked around.

Angela was right; after the fog cleared, the road became very clear.

That way, you won't get lost anymore.

Naruko was certain that she was lost simply because the fog was too thick, and it had nothing to do with her.

After all, she's a beautiful girl blessed by heaven, how could she be so unlucky as to get lost?

"So you know how to get back now?" Bray asked casually.

This statement was extremely fatal.

"..." Naruko's smile froze.

"I don't know," Naruko replied with a mournful face.

Since they got lost here, how could they possibly know how to get back?

Just then, Bray and Naruko were standing behind Levi, who was in a very excited state.

Because Levy knows how to get back!

She was looking forward to Bray and Naruko asking who could lead the way back 0V0.

The thought of how much of a help she could provide made Levy wag her tail rapidly.

"Smack! Smack!" The muddy ground was slapped and dented by Levy's tail.

Noticing the commotion behind him, Bray looked at Levy with a puzzled expression.

"Levy, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing!" Levy maintained her expression, her tail still wagging rapidly.

She said it was nothing, but her eyes were sparkling, as if she was looking forward to something.

However, Bray was unaware that Levy was waiting to lead the way, and frowned once again.

This is a common situation: "How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me?" versus "How can I tell you if you don't ask me?"

As time went by, Levy's smile gradually faded.

Why hasn't Bray asked if she knows the way? Should Levy speak first? But if she does, there will be no surprise.

Levy wants to give Bray a surprise!

So Levy continued to wait patiently.

"How did you end up here?" As the three were each preoccupied with their own thoughts, one of them pushed aside the thorns and looked at them in shock.

This person was Diman, who would go to Angelia with his art supplies every now and then.

Despite Angelia having said things that made her want to give up.

However, Diman still did not choose to leave.

Even after learning that Angelia had never left the house, he took the initiative to draw scenery from other places for her.

He has no other strengths; he is inferior in every way to the men he has pursued or already pursued. All he has left is painting.

"It's you! The one who drew the rabbit!" Naruko exclaimed.

"Um, I remember I mentioned my name..." Diman said shyly.

“Dymanda!” Levy said, raising her paw.

"Yes, my name is Diman."

Naruko recognized the artist, and the artist naturally recognized them as well.

After all, the rabbit they were asked to draw was very memorable.

“Oh right, we’re lost.” Bray looked at the other person.

"Could you take us back to town?"

Having finally seen people, Bray certainly wouldn't let the opportunity to go back slip by.

"Hmm..." Seeing Bray asking someone else to lead the way, Levy immediately felt frustrated.

“Ah…but I’m planning to find someone.” Diman was a little troubled.

"Are you looking for Angelia? That young lady?" Naruko's brows relaxed, and she looked at Diman meaningfully.

"how do you know?"

"Because we got lost last night and ended up staying at Miss's house," Naruko said, emphasizing each word.

Naruko's intuition told her that the painter Angelia was referring to must be Diman.

“I see…that’s definitely something she would do.” Diman smiled.

"You know her very well?"

“I don’t know, I’m even completely unaware,” Diman said, his expression not downcast.

"But she once told me that she really enjoys entertaining guests."

"Eh—" Naruko drawled out the last syllable as she looked at Diman, who had no distinguishing features other than his drawing skills.

"How about this?" Naruko had a sudden inspiration and thought of a good idea.

“Let’s go back to Angela’s house with you one more time,” Naruko said excitedly.

"Cough cough cough..." Bray next door was so startled that he choked on his own saliva.

"When I come back next time, it won't be a problem at all."

“But if we go back any later, Lux and the others will worry,” Bray muttered.

They've been missing for a day. If they don't go back soon, Lux will be worried sick.

"Then can you go back?"

“emmmmmmmm” Bray pondered for a moment.

“Levy…” Levy tried to raise her paw, trying to tell Bray that she knew the way.

"Alright, let's go back and stay for another half day," Bray said helplessly.

Levy glanced at her raised paws, then silently retracted them.

She hugged Bray's leg expressionlessly.

Levy decided to let it go this time and not lead the way.

Next time, Levy decided to be braver, otherwise she wouldn't get Bray's praise.

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P.S.: I just got off the plane today, so the fog had cleared up by now, and the once gloomy old house now looked quite charming.

The thorns and roses added a classical touch to the house.

A cat-person stood in front of the slightly rusty door of the old house, with a rather subtle expression.

"..." 112 looked at Diman in front of him and Bray following behind him, speechless for a moment.

Being a man of refinement, he would never say anything like driving Bray and his men away.

but...

"Did you leave anything behind?" 112 asked politely after glancing at Bray.