A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Sigh, the number of place names and people I need to remember will only increase in the future; my brain is already overwhelmed.

However, upon closer reflection, isn't this the port where I transferred when I came here?

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The next day, Bray found Doffin.

Nisha only has three days left. If she misses that time, no ship will be able to take her into the secret realm.

Heaven knows if any ships at the dock will be willing to go to that secret place.

That secret realm is ultimately only for those who want to take risks and make a fortune; most people just watch and have no intention of going in at all.

The reason is simple: the number of people who survived and came out was more than ten times the number of people who went in.

Ten ships went in, but it's uncertain whether any of them will be able to return safely.

Of course, most of the ships that returned made a profit.

Those who return will describe the things inside, but it all sounds like they're just boasting.

“We need to get going,” Bray said calmly, standing in front of Dove.

Dove himself was a little surprised when he was found.

After all, she had forgotten to tell Bray where she was staying that day, and she was upset about it for a long time that night. She never expected that Bray would come to her door the next day.

"Are you alright..." Bray asked abruptly.

"Why do you ask that?" Dove was a little taken aback.

"Wipe it on the corner of your eye," Bray said, pointing to the corner of Dove's eye.

Dove touched her eyes and found they were a little wet; then her expression became somewhat dazed.

"It's okay, I've been having a lot of dreams at night this month... um, nightmares." Dove smiled shyly, seemingly genuinely unaffected.

"How's work? Will leaving now cause any problems?"

“It’s okay, I quit my part-time job.” Dove shook his head and explained to Bray.

“…” Bray made no comment on Dove’s choice.

“In that case, let’s go.” Bray glanced at Dove, who had brought its own basic necessities, and then led the way.

Dove, clutching his bundle, hurried after him.

Bray and Redip are similar in many ways, but also in many ways.

Where are we going?

“It’s a secret place in the nearby sea, and Redip is in there,” Bray answered Doffin’s question honestly.

“Be prepared, and remember what you promised me,” Bray said with his back to Doffin.

"Okay." The girl with short blue hair followed closely, secretly glancing at Bray's figure.

Bradley Riddeep is a bit colder on people... or perhaps indifferent would be a more accurate description.

However, Bray is like Redip... gentle? No, that's not the right word.

This adventurer is a good person, just like Redip.

Simple, or perhaps more general, words, yet they fit the two of them better than the word "gentle." Yura, the closest pier to Minyayut.

When Bray went to Minyayut, he first arrived at Yura.

It took me a whole day to get to Minyayut by railcar from Yura, and I never imagined I'd have to go back again.

Bray felt a little dizzy just thinking about it.

Even though he had a headache, he still had to rush over, because Nisha had emphasized the time.

If we don't arrive in time, the "Great Enemy of God" will probably enter that so-called secret realm on its own.

It's uncertain when the next ship capable of laying mines will appear.

Therefore, after contacting Nisha, Brera and Dove set off.

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The dock on this northern continent was covered with a thin layer of white frost.

The snow wasn't thick enough to affect anything, but it did make those working in the sea feel a bit cold.

Even on the sea where light snow was falling, seagulls were still circling and calling out.

But these seagulls were probably the last birds still flying in the snow.

Soon, when the temperature drops a little more, they should migrate.

But at least for now, they are still a scenic feature on this sea.

Along the dock, rows of boats of varying sizes are lined up.

The smaller ones might just be small fishing boats, while the larger ones are like warships.

Those sails, which had long been furled, still fluttered in the sea breeze.

The wind blew through the gap, billowing the sails as if trying to free them from their confinement.

There are quite a few people coming and going at this dock, many of whom are there for that legendary secret place.

"Ha." Bray exhaled a puff of white breath.

"Are you cold?" he asked Dove.

"It's not cold." Dove shook her head gently. She wasn't wearing particularly thick clothes, but the temperature was still acceptable to her.

Bray's current physique is actually capable of withstanding this temperature, but why not wear clothes instead of deliberately suffering?

In a cold region like the North Continent, it would definitely be better to be a little warmer.

Bray wouldn't pretend to be cool and then run around in the snow in just a short-sleeved shirt; that would be too stupid.

“You’ve finally arrived,” Nisha said, extending her hand to Bray.

Bray instinctively reached out and took Nisha's hand.

"I shouldn't be late, right?"

“Of course not,” Nisha said with a smile.

Nisha was still wearing a full suit of armor, which protected the areas that needed protection, but the armor was only applied to the joints where she could move freely.

In addition, she was wearing a thick cotton cloak.

It seems she shares the same philosophy as Bray: there's no need to deliberately wear revealing clothing to show off one's physical strength.

"I didn't expect you to come in person."

“I will personally participate in many missions,” Nisha said helplessly.

"I thought that after you became the leader, you would stay in the tower every day."

“That’s too much of a shut-in, and it won’t do me or the ‘Great Enemy of God’ any good,” Nisa said, scratching her cheek a little embarrassedly.

Back then, the previous leader of the "Great Enemy of God" really did stay in the tower all day, only responsible for issuing orders.

Looking back now, it was pointless, and Nisha doesn't want to be like that guy.

“Mr. Bray, did you bring her along too?” Nisha noticed Dove next to Bray.

“She has the right to go,” Bray replied simply.

“Rights…yes.” Nisha sighed.

"..." During their conversation, Dove felt a little scared.

The reason was simple—Dove saw Nisa.

Although when he was being hunted down by the sea creatures, it wasn't Nisha who was aggressive.

But Dove knew that Nisa was in cahoots with the person who was pressuring her.

“…” Nisha keenly sensed Dove’s attitude towards her, and her expression darkened. She didn’t want to be disliked by a girl.

However, she felt it was virtually impossible not to be disliked by Dove, because the "enemy of God" thought he was right, but in reality, he was the most wrong.

Nisa understood this after she left the Hall of Fire.

"I'm sorry," Nisha apologized softly.

"..." After hearing the apology, Doffin seemed stunned, then looked away, not daring to look at the female knight.

Dove is now like a shy girl, rather than the lively young woman she used to be.

"No need to apologize, it's been a long time." Although she didn't make eye contact with the female knight, Doffin still said this softly.

Nisha felt much better after receiving this reply, and her expression was no longer as depressed as it had been a minute before.

Bray walked silently between the two without saying a word.

Then, with a sharp cry of a seagull, Nisha led Bray and Dove to a medium-sized boat.

“Hmm?” Bray looked at the ship with a puzzled expression, then at Nisha.

What can I say about this ship? It's very ordinary, just like a normal merchant ship, and doesn't at all reflect the high-class image of "the enemy of the gods".

"This one?" Bray asked tentatively, seriously doubting that Nisha had led them astray.

“This is the one,” Nisha gave more details.

Bray was even more shocked; the art style was just too poor.

"Are you 'The Enemy of God's' really poor lately?" Bray frowned.

“No… We, the ‘Great Enemy of God,’ have plenty of funds.” Nisha looked at Bray with a puzzled expression.

“Shouldn’t you be using more luxurious warships?” Bray gestured with his hands.

“Mr. Bray, this is just an ordinary dock. Don’t you think using that kind of boat is too ostentatious?” Nisha gave a wry smile.

She knew what Bray meant by a luxury warship.

“…” After Nisha’s explanation, Bray realized that it made sense.

But Bray was still a little disappointed; he had originally thought he would be boarding one of those super battleships.

“I originally thought you ‘Great Enemy of God’ would be using one of those ships this time.” Bray pointed to a large ship in the distance.

The ship was flying the flag of the Kingdom of White Court, and many elven soldiers were orderly boarding the deck.

Although elves are not particularly skilled in naval warfare, they still possess their own naval fighting capabilities.

When Bray pointed at the ship, he even saw Nyarlathotep, whom he had met not long ago, the youngest of the Three Warriors.

It seems she also set sail for that secret realm, and her goal is probably the Mathematical Principles.

Bray felt that Mathematical Science had too many enemies and was being a little too presumptuous.

“Those are warships from the White Court.” Nisha glanced at them casually and knew what kind of ship it was.

“We, the ‘Great Enemy of God,’ cannot appear in front of national powers in a high-profile manner,” the Knight Princess said calmly.

The appearance of an overly powerful organization in front of a country will inevitably attract attention, or even hostility.

This is something Nisha doesn't want to see.

"But Mr. Bray, don't worry, this ship is just a transit point."

“I don’t think I’ll let you down.” Nisha pressed her finger to her lips, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Bray, standing on the deck of the medium-sized ship, squinted, facing the sea breeze.

The ship wasn't heading directly to that secret realm, but rather to another ship.

Contrary to Bray's expectations, Dove remained silent.

Bray didn't say much, nor did he take the initiative to improve the relationship.

He wasn't anyone to Dove, but the fisherman was someone important to Dove.

Even if Dove only used him as a tool, it doesn't really matter.

Of course, Dove didn't think that way; he simply felt that everyone around him was a complete stranger.

Even with Bray, Dove felt a sense of distance.

As a result, Dove appeared very quiet, unlike when she was with Redup.