A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"What you said was right; I have absolutely no grudge against you."

“But now we have it.” Bray shook his head helplessly.

He is not bloodthirsty.

Sometimes, for various reasons, even if soldiers or others have murderous intent towards him, he will spare their lives if he can.

Firstly, he wouldn't kill Black Ironborn easily; secondly, those murderous intents were due to his stance, and Bray had no grudges against those people.

It's fair to say that those soldiers didn't particularly hate Bray.

The murderous intent arose solely because of orders and one's stance.

However, aside from the above situation, Bray wouldn't be so kind as to let others hate him, have murderous intentions towards him, or take a beating without fighting back.

A cold light flashed, and the blade suddenly appeared in front of Kasim above.

"!?!" Kasim stared in shock at the sword and the person in front of him.

Bray was just down there, but in the blink of an eye he's here.

He didn't fly, he didn't jump, there was no movement of him, it was as if Bray had been there all along.

Qasim's hair stood on end, and he began to chant at top speed.

Thorns formed a thick wall in front of him, trying to block Bray's fatal sword strike.

This isn't exactly a spell, and Bray couldn't interrupt it.

So the wall was erected smoothly.

The next moment, the wall was split in two from top to bottom.

For Bray, none of this mattered.

What truly troubled Bray was how to deal with Qasim and this beautiful woman.

What's the right way to handle this? Are these thorns really that difficult to deal with?

All Bray could say was, "It's alright."

These things are actually no more difficult to deal with than those Aragami.

However, the high-grade bronze ones are a real headache for Bray.

Bray is now just thinking about how to handle this situation.

This Qasim isn't even human, but Bray has absolutely no reason to kill him.

Harm to the common people? Qasim doesn't seem to have reached that level.

The beautiful woman, despite her alien form, never caused any disturbance; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was merely a restless plant.

Now that Qasim has started using this half-asleep, beautiful woman to attack him, what should he do?

Kill Kasim with one sword? That sounds good; all I know how to do is hack and slash.

However, he was Angelia's father after all.

Just then, a clear and melodious sound entered Breeze's ears.

"Please knock down my father."

How beautiful the sound was, but to Qasim it was like a cold wind piercing his ears.

He looked tremblingly at Angelia, who was backlit by the sun.

Kasim actually understood Bray a little bit about him.

Bray couldn't understand it, but that didn't matter. Qasim was also a madman, so he understood some of the other's thoughts.

The other party has principles, principles that are outrageous.

They may seem indecisive, but once they understand what to do, they are more decisive than anyone else.

That seemingly indecisive demeanor is simply because he gets too caught up in thinking, focusing on his own principles.

So Qasim told Bray that he had no right to confront him.

Although he is vicious, at least up until now he has not been a threat to Bray or the world.

To put it more cleverly, this incident can be considered entirely a family matter for Qasim.

Therefore, Bray's sword was no longer so "sharp".

And that is indeed the case. Episode 112 only had Bray save Angelia, without mentioning that this unrelated person would become a butcher.

Angelia's use of "knock down" has the same meaning as 112's words.

However, Angela's words also had another meaning.

“Father... let me be the one to let this man rest in peace.” Angelia’s long dress was already torn.

The beautiful spring sunshine is exposed, yet no one appreciates it.

Because everyone's expression was so somber, Angela's was, and so was Qasim's.

The thorns were raging, but every attack was silently neutralized by the brawl.

Qasim stood trembling beside the beautiful woman.

Bray opened his right eye slightly, seemingly waiting for Angela's next words.

"But please, please release my mother. I beg you, please spare my mother." Angelia bowed deeply to Bray.

"My mother was just a pitiful person. She was very kind, really kind."

"I would give anything to vouch for her that she has never hurt anyone."

Angelia's poor mother was just a victim.

She still remembers how kind and loving her mother was.

No, even now, her mother still loves her, because when she woke up she saw the thorn cage protecting her.

The thorn cage wasn't so dense that she couldn't get out, but it provided just the right amount of protection.

This detail sent a shiver down Angelia's spine; her mother still remembered her and knew she was her daughter.

If this isn't the case, it's hard to explain where those plants protecting themselves came from.

After waking up, Angelia stood up and placed Diman in a safer place.

Then he jogged towards the basement.

And so, this was the scene that greeted Angela's eyes, and so, she said these words to Bray.

He begged Bray to defeat his father and to stop harming his innocent mother.

She knew her mother looked terrifying and would definitely be demonized.

A righteous person would probably want to kill her as a vicious demon the moment they saw her.

But her mother really did nothing wrong; on the contrary, the world was too cruel to her.

"Okay, I promise you." Bray had promised 112 something before, and now he's promised Angelia something too.

Now that the person involved has said something, Bray has also made a plan.

“Your mother will be hurt,” Bray added.

“Mm,” Angelia replied, bowing slightly in thanks.

After Angelia's soft cry subsided, Bray swung his sword.

He had been wielding a sword before, but this time the sword he swung was different from before.

The broadsword swept across, then shattered on its own.

Countless fragments shot out, pinning the thorns firmly to the wall.

These thorns are very powerful, and these black blade fragments cannot seal it for long.

But that's enough time.

"No! You're an outsider! You have no right to interfere in my family affairs!" Qasim roared as he looked at Bray, who suddenly appeared in front of him.

“Yes, I’m just an outsider,” Bray said.

"So you can't..." Qasim hadn't finished speaking when he was struck by the hilt of a sword.

This is a bare hilt without a blade.

The hilt of the sword knocked Qasim off the giant rosebud and onto the ground.

After being slammed to the ground, Qasim cried out in pain.

However, instead of blood, plant sap flowed out.

The aged Qasim shakily got to his feet.

Wait a minute, everything happened so fast that even Qasim didn't have time to react.

Bray was fighting the Matrix to a standstill before, so why was he suddenly able to surpass the Matrix's strength?

Qasim, of course, had no idea that Bray had been thinking and fighting at the same time.

Qasim touched his abdomen, which was deeply sunken and even slightly cracked.

If a normal person's abdomen is sunken like that, there must be a serious problem with their internal organs.

However, Qasim was different, because although his body looked like that of an ordinary person, it was actually made of plants.

"Cough cough..." However, Kasim was still in great discomfort, coughing as if he were about to vomit everything inside his body.

"Hypocrite...what stance...what right and wrong..." Qasim cursed Bray's hypocrisy as he lay on the ground.

"You're a complete hypocrite. If you want to kill me, why use my daughter's words as a reason?" In Qasim's eyes, Bray was an utterly deceitful man.

They wanted to get rid of him, but didn't take action.

Then he hit her again because of something his daughter said.

Hypocritical! How utterly hypocritical this adventurer is!

He understood; he actually understood why someone like Bray acted this way.

“I won’t kill you.” Bray said, without anger or disdain.

"..." Qasim scratched his white hair, seemingly caught in some kind of extreme emotion.

"You..." Qasim, who was about to shout, stopped abruptly when he saw his daughter walking towards him.

“This is a family matter... right, Father?” Angelia said, holding a sharp piece of gravel in her hand.

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P.S.: Gua! This is a single update. Although Kasim's body is made of these plant tissues, it is not strong at all, let alone has any high-speed regeneration ability.

His body was truly old and frail.

Now, Qasim's neck has been slashed by Angelia with a sharp stone.

"Cough..." Qasim cried out, clutching his neck, struggling to breathe.

He's not immortal; a cut on his neck won't automatically heal.

He now feels his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

But the more he did this, the stronger the sense of isolation he felt from the memories in his mind became.

It was as if all of these things were not hers, but someone else's diary.

I was just reading other people's diaries and taking what was in their diaries as my own.

“That’s it,” Angelia said to Kasim in a complicated tone.

She never imagined that her father would reappear before her, still pursuing those unrealistic things.

Of course, she also believed that Qasim had been resurrected.

Unfortunately, the only people who know the truth are probably Bray and Jonathan.

Qasim? He's still deceiving himself.

Isn't this just self-deception? He clearly felt a sense of unfamiliarity, yet he kept telling himself that he was Qasim.

“Father, go back to where you belong.” Angelia released her hand, and the sharp stone fell to the ground.