A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

He was serious about talking for a hundred years; he wasn't joking at all.

Of course, if Bray finds out, next time it probably won't be as simple as just saying "not here" at the beginning.

"We'll have to wait until next time."

“There won’t be a next time,” Bray said decisively.

Next time? Will the next time be two hundred years?

"While there's still a little time left, let me leave you, a member of the Black Iron race, a few words."

"What?"

“At this point, you should say nothing and let me finish speaking quietly, understand?” Themifik scolded Bray for his lack of tact.

"..." Bray was speechless and silently chose to shut up.

"The activity range of the Silver Seed is about to expand."

"Kapras's restrictions on silver species are weakening."

"Soon your Black Iron race will face a catastrophe."

"I hope that when I find you again, you won't be dead," Themifik said softly.

If it were Bray, Themifik wouldn't be sad, but he would feel it was a pity.

Yes, it is a pity.

"Catastrophe?" Bray looked puzzled.

“Ah, isn’t any free Silver Race a disaster for you Iron Race? Multiple Silver Races are a catastrophe,” Themifik said.

"..." Bray was speechless; Themifik was telling the truth.

If even bronze-grade jade cannot handle silver-grade jade, then iron-grade jade against silver-grade jade is even more absurd.

Bray can beat most Silver-tier players, but so what?

"When?"

"No one can determine the exact time." In the blurry image, Themifik extended a pale finger and pressed it against his lower lip, speaking mysteriously.

"At that point, you'll be forced to face it."

"That's fate."

After he finished speaking, the scene fell into complete silence, and Bray's consciousness also subsided.

When Bray suddenly opened his eyes, he saw the chandelier on the ceiling.

The blue chandelier has a dark gold frame, and you can tell at a glance how expensive it is.

Bray stared blankly at the swaying blue chandelier, still not recovered from the previous scene.

The transition was too rapid; Themifik's words, "This is fate," still echoed in Bray's ears, lingering for a long time.

You know what's going to happen, but you have no idea when it will happen.

There is no choice but to wait; there is no choice but to face it.

Is this fate? It feels like shackles.

"You're awake." Nisha leaned down to look at the awakened Bray and breathed a sigh of relief.

“…” Bray looked at Nisha’s face nearby and blinked his right eye.

After getting up quickly, Bray began to assess his condition.

The clothes were taken off, and there were no exaggerated bandages, but some things were applied to the injured areas.

It's not an ointment, it looks like a sticker, or rather, a sticker with "fazhen" engraved on it.

It's similar to the one Bray used to contact Nisha.

It emanated a very obvious magical power, clearly indicating that some kind of spell was being cast.

“…” Bray silently lifted the blanket.

My pants were changed too, how awful.

Whether the person replacing him was male or female, Bray just wanted to sigh.

"Cough..." Seeing Bray's actions, Nisha coughed inexplicably, her face turning red.

Bray glanced at Nisha with a puzzled look, then ignored her.

The room was well-lit; the stars in the sky were clearly visible in the light streaming in from the window.

Those are just dust... Just thinking about it makes it seem less beautiful.

As Bray gazed out at the sea, he unconsciously relaxed.

This matter is over; it's time to go back.

Once I leave home, it's been almost a month; time is so worthless.

"Where is this ship heading?"

“Yura,” Nisha replied.

"Yeah..."

“We plan to go to Snowwind Castle with Nyarlathotep,” Nisha continued.

"..."

"It's time to bring the 'greatest enemy of God' into the open."

"This is your choice, Miss Leader of 'The Great Enemy of God'." It's hard to imagine that this woman is the leader of "The Great Enemy of God".

Nisha is not much like Bray at least.

"Higher species are no longer appearing on a small scale as they used to be."

“We should start talking to some people in the world,” Nisha said, subtly sharing her thoughts.

Nisha could clearly sense the defeat of the "Great Enemy of God".

Some changes are about to happen.

“The Dorotheans are nice,” Bray said slowly, glancing at Nisha.

I once traveled back in time with this empress, so I have a slight understanding of her personality.

Hmm...very imposing.

No, to Nissa, I should say she has a long-term vision.

“If you talk to her properly, you will get the result you want,” Bray said earnestly.

“I understand, I will definitely talk to her properly.” Nisha’s tone was a little serious, and it seemed that she had remembered Bray’s words.

"..." The other party's seriousness made Bray a little embarrassed.

I'm not very good at dealing with people like that.

Just like last time, when the ship of "God's Great Enemy" was still some distance from the Yura Wharf, it transferred to another, more ordinary ship.

Ordinary ships don't need to be excessively inspected by the people from Baiting Kingdom at the dock.

Nisha originally wanted Bray to go with her to Snowwind Keep to meet Dorothy, but Bray naturally refused.

Are you kidding me? Bray wouldn't get involved in a meeting that looks so serious.

Bray refused "righteously," and then Nisha looked very regretful.

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"They're gone," Bray remarked, watching the ship sail away once again.

The group of "God's Great Enemy" departed from the dock, their next destination being Thousand Fishing Port, which was relatively close to Snowwind Fortress.

Of course, the fastest way is actually by airship.

Ships are never as fast as airships, but the "Great Enemy of God" is quite numerous and seems poised for battle, so using ships is ultimately the more reasonable option.

Nisha stopped the ship at Yura for a while, just to give Bray and Dove a ride.

Because Bray and Dove were going to Minyayut, not Snowwind Castle.

Bray looked at Nisha standing on the deck and shook his head for no apparent reason. He didn't know why he was shaking his head.

"Yes, they're gone." Dove watched the departing ship, feeling a little dazed.

She left Minyayut by boat, and then returned by boat.

I left with nothing and returned with nothing.

The only thing that changes is one's state of mind.

“…” Bray stood beside the girl and remained silent for a moment.

"Do you hate me?" Brad asked Dove, a very foolish question.

However, he asked the question calmly, as if he didn't think it was a big deal.

Ordinary people wouldn't ask others if they hate them.

When asked, how could anyone simply answer whether they hate someone or not?

The answers you get are often not correct.

But Bray still wanted to ask; he wanted to hear the answer from Dove.

"..." After hearing Bray's question, Dove remained silent for a long time.

She stood on the dock, gazing at the sea.

The girl's gaze was fixed on the distant and tranquil horizon, her thoughts unknown.

"I don't know." Dove finally shook his head helplessly, giving an ambiguous reply.

Yes, even Dove himself didn't know whether he hated Bray or not.

Perhaps the girl resented Bray the moment Redip left, but now she wasn't sure if she still felt that resentment.

Redip left; he was sent away by Bray.

Even after being sent away, Redip never harbored any negative feelings towards Braywyn.

On the contrary, Doffin felt a moment of hatred on the island—hatred for why Bray couldn't save Reddeep, hatred for why Bray killed Reddeep, and hatred for Bray making him witness the end of it all.

However, the hatred quickly dissipated, replaced by confusion.

"Don't you know?" Bray pondered for a long time.

"It's better not to know."

This answer was exactly what Bray had expected.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Bray anticipated everything except for the answer "not hate".

Just as Bray had expected, Dove did not tell himself, "I don't hate you."

“You can hate me, that way you can relax a bit,” Bray murmured, patting his longsword.

Bray spoke calmly, as if being hated was no big deal.

"..." But Dove lowered his head, then raised it again, staring at Bray with his eyes.

The girl seemed not to be looking at the person in front of her, but rather gazing into a place much, much further away.

"No need," Dove shook her head.

Bray is right; hating someone might make life easier.

Because there is a reason, there is no need to blame oneself.

But Dove didn't want it to be like that.

Ultimately, Bray was not wrong, not at all.

If we had to pinpoint a mistake, it would be that we weren't strong enough to give Redip a quick and decisive victory.

“Mr. Bray,” Doffin called out to Bray.

Bray didn't speak, but silently glanced at the girl, which was his response.