A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The small town of Clinton hasn't changed much.

There are still many adventurers in the Adventurers' Guild looking at the bulletin board, searching for a suitable quest.

And Katrina… no, Barak, was here chatting with people as usual.

"Barak is in good form today too."

Bray glanced at Katrina, who was disguised as Barak.

"Cough cough, you bastard..." Katrina felt nothing but resentment towards Bray.

"Don't choke, or your voice will change." Bray said something that was unclear.

Of course, Katrina understood.

"Ugh! You bastard!" Katrina was so angry she almost used her natural voice.

"Haha, Barak, you've finally gotten your comeuppance!" an adventurer sneered.

This made Katrina even more depressed.

However, after exchanging a few words with Katrina, Bray turned and left.

"Anyway, thank you for everything before." Before leaving, Bray said to the stunned Katrina.

Bray's right eye, unusually, shone brightly.

Katrina was unusually impressed by his handsomeness.

Recalling Bray's stance when fighting the Contaminated Ones, Katrina suddenly felt that Bray fit the image of a so-called "hero".

"Barak, why do you look at me like that? Do you have a taste for that?" The adventurer who had been chatting with Barak earlier took a few steps back.

"Hehehe, yeah, do you want to have a chat with me?" Katrina, with Barak's face on her back, revealed a lewd expression.

This sent chills down the spine of the adventurer.

"..." He remained silent, his feet already moving several meters away from Katrina.

However, Katrina's gaze remained fixed on Bray's retreating figure.

She was skeptical when she first heard Bray say that he had defeated Carlogaris.

However, Katrina is now quite certain that Bray can do it.

"Well, what a reckless man."

"This is terrible, I actually think this dead fish eyes are handsome."

Katrina cupped her face in her hands and murmured to herself.

Of course, now Katrina's face is Barak's, and it looks as disgusting as it can be.

"Damn, I forgot to ask that guy where he was going!!"

While Katrina was feeling frustrated, Bray took to a familiar road.

That's the road leading to the cemetery. The lingering graves remain as serene as ever.

It was as if even if this world were to perish, it wouldn't affect this place.

If it weren't for the overly gloomy atmosphere, it could really be considered an ideal place.

Well, we also have to ignore those crawling zombies.

Bray entered the secluded cemetery through the familiar entrance.

The crunching sound of stepping on rotting leaves echoed in the wandering grave.

“You’re still here.” Bray glanced at the zombie whose clothes were already rotting.

Bray recognized the tattered clothes immediately; it was the same thief who had driven him into the Tomb of Wanderers.

A feeling of emotion welled up inside him for no apparent reason. Bray closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again.

The surrounding scenery changed strangely, completely different from where Bray had been standing a moment before.

Even the zombie that the thief had transformed into was gone.

"Ding--"

This is the crisp sound of the lampshade hitting the lamp bar.

A familiar figure emerged from the darkness.

Mira gave a stiff smile.

“Here we go again.” Mira then looked at Bray with a blank expression.

“Yes, sorry to bother you.” Bray nodded.

"You have a nice smile," Bray complimented slightly.

Compared to last time when she couldn't smile at all, Mila has made great progress.

Could it be that he's just practicing here out of boredom?

Ignoring the pensive Bray, Mira, carrying an oil lamp, quietly approached him.

"Have you done something terrible again?" Mira suddenly asked.

"The aura emanating from you is getting stronger."

The aura, of course, refers to the aura of the "divine source".

"..." Bray frowned imperceptibly.

“You have slain a Wild God,” Mira said.

After a moment of hesitation, Bray admitted it anyway.

"Yes."

“With each one you slay, your aura will grow stronger, and troubles will come knocking on your door more and more frequently,” Mira said in a deep voice.

"Seriously... should I say you're strong or stupid..." Mira said softly.

"You should know what an Aragami is."

"You could only kill him by sheer luck." Mira's eyes unexpectedly revealed a hint of worry, but Bray didn't notice.

Bray was somewhat helpless, but luck did play a large part in killing the polluter.

Normally, it would be impossible for a brig to eliminate the contaminants.

"I have to do this for various reasons." Bray shook his head, his hand unconsciously touching the hilt of "The Last Echo".

“You’re even more reckless than Barossa,” Mira said, glancing at “The Last Echo.”

The "swan song" is no longer just a matter of the blade being dulled.

It was acceptable that the blade was chipped before, since although it was difficult, it was still barely enough to cut people, and with a little effort, it could even break through their defenses.

However, the entire blade of "The Last Echo" is now somewhat bent.

It's no exaggeration to say that "The Last Song" is now obsolete.

"Can it be fixed?" Bray asked Mira.

"It's basically impossible now, because the person who forged it has been dead for who knows how long," Mira said with a hint of helplessness in her voice.

If it could be repaired, Barossa wouldn't have placed the dulled "Final Echo" in the Tomb of Wandering.

With the forger gone, there is no longer any possibility of repairing the "Lost Echo".

Even if it is barely repaired, the power of "The Last Echo" to suppress "Concept" will probably be completely lost.

In this way, the significance of this longsword is completely lost.

“I see.” Bray patted his longsword.

"It's a bit of a shame that it can't be fixed."

“But I don’t think I’ll ever lose this sword in my life,” Bray said softly, his eyes lowered.

“Is that so?” Mira looked at Bray meaningfully.

"That might not be so bad."

“I think so too,” Bray agreed with Mira.

“But Bray, you definitely didn’t come here just to chat with me, did you?” Mira said with a straight face.

“It’s for a purpose.” Bray, whose thoughts had been exposed, showed no sign of nervousness whatsoever.

"What a straightforward person," Mira thought to herself with amusement.

Even if they really came with a purpose, most people would deny it, right?

However, Mira doesn't dislike straightforward people like Bray.

“I want to become stronger.” Bray looked at Mira calmly.

There was absolutely no trace of passion in his eyes.

"Stop giving me that intimidating dead fish eye," Mira said irritably.

“Becoming stronger is never an overnight process,” Mira said.

"Each rise to power overnight comes at a price; you should understand that, right?"

“Of course I know,” Bray said.

"If you're coming to me for this, you might as well obtain your share of the 'Divine Source' power."

"I still want to live as a human being."

Mira was speechless at this reason.

“There’s no such thing as a free lunch.” Mira shook her head.

"Can you inscribe a magic circle on me?" Bray stared intently at Mira's pretty face.

Carving magic arrays on one's body is something only powerful mages can do.

“But,” Mira nodded.

"But there is no magic in the world that makes one invincible, and the same goes for magic arrays."

"Inscribing magic arrays on one's body is ultimately not the right way."

“I understand,” Bray said, looking directly at Mira.

“Okay, let me hear what you really want.” Mira couldn’t understand Bray; there was no desire in his right eye.

"Help me carve a magic circle that allows me to control my own power."

“There must be some simple spells that can reduce one’s own strength, or that can increase one’s strength,” Bray said.

Mira was shocked when she heard Bray's request.

It wasn't that Bray was too overpowered, but rather that it was too simple.

"Is this the kind of spell?" These two spells are ones that any ordinary mage can master; they're not considered particularly powerful.

"Yes, that's enough."

Although in this godforsaken place, there was no mirror for Bray to see the magic circle patterns behind him.

But my gut feeling tells me that this should look pretty cool.

"Isn't it handsome?" Bray asked with a straight face.

“Not handsome.” Mira said mercilessly, her face equally expressionless.

Bray isn't expressionless; he just has a lazy look in his eyes.

But Mira is genuinely expressionless.

The sarcastic remarks from the expressionless zombie girl made Bray feel a little sad.

“It’s okay, I’m not trying to look cool anyway.” Bray nodded to himself.

The greatsword "Beers" increases in weight according to the user's strength, but this increase in weight is not linear, but rather increases in a curve.

In other words, when the strength reaches a certain point, the relationship between the weight and strength of the greatsword will become unbalanced.

At that point, the weight of the greatsword is not considered heavy for the user!