A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“Levy…?” Bray uttered the name of the half-breed.

Then the hybrid's roar abruptly stopped.

Those glassy compound eyes stared intently at Bray, making Bray's scalp tingle.

“Stop staring at me…” Bray said in a deep voice.

“I have no intention of killing you, I never have.” Bray sighed.

"I don't know how you are perceived by others."

"But, at least in my opinion, you're not wrong."

"Your appearance reminds me of someone I know, a tragic man."

The hilt of the Bray sword was raised, and the hybrid was freed.

However, the hybrid did not continue to attack Bray.

Although the hybrids are still dominated by wildness, they are somewhat more lucid than before.

"I don't want to turn into a monster... Save me... Save me..."

Bray calmly looked at the monster in front of him.

“Now, why don’t you try suppressing your own power?” Bray suddenly said.

Of course, this was just a sudden inspiration from Bray.

The hybrid actually tried to suppress his power as Bray had suggested.

Unfortunately, after looking for a long time, Bray couldn't find any changes in the hybrid.

It still looks the same, with an extremely ferocious appearance.

However, upon closer inspection, Bray noticed that the monster's appearance was somewhat like a lion.

It's just a little scary.

Bray stroked his chin. Most people would either run away or kill a mixed-race person when they saw one, and it was rare to see someone scrutinizing a mixed-race person like this.

"No, this isn't the time to think about this," Bray snapped back to reality.

The hybrid in front of me was still trying to suppress his power, attempting to break free from the image of being a monster.

"Why not try to accept this power?" Bray suggested again.

Then the hybrid let out a low growl, seemingly quite resistant to the suggestion.

“Well, I understand why you’re resisting.” Bray shrugged.

To be honest, Bray couldn't communicate clearly with this mixed-race person.

“My name is Bray, and your name is Levy?” Bray asked.

"Roar!!!!!" the mixed-race person replied.

“Levy, are you a girl?” Bray pressed.

"Roar!!!!" the hybrid replied again.

“…” Bray gave up thinking.

Bray tried to ask the hybrid these questions along the way, but all he could hear in his mind were simple words.

There wasn't a single sentence that answered Bray's question.

After several attempts, Bray decided to give up questioning the mixed-race individuals.

Without the ability to communicate in detail, Bray didn't really know how to help this mixed-race person, so he could only try his luck.

The bards in the countryside all tell those legendary stories.

Something like bringing back the sanity of a demonized person.

However, it seems that Bray's luck isn't very good right now, and his verbal skills aren't strong enough either.

If this were the protagonist of the story, after a series of actions, the hybrid would have already reverted to its original form.

To be honest, Bray was still very curious about what the original form of this hybrid looked like.

I've only heard of the snow elf, Bray, but I've never seen her.

Since elves are always beautiful, then as a branch of elves, snow elves should also be very beautiful.

Thinking this, Bray looked at the mixed-race person, trying to see if there was any change.

"Looks like it's not going to work out." Bray said with some helplessness.

To this day, the mixed-race population remains unchanged.

But it's understandable if you want to. If it were that simple, mixed-race children wouldn't have suffered so much prejudice and even been driven away as children.

The bloodline of the Aragami-transformed demon surpasses that of the Snow Elf.

This also makes it easier for hybrid species to resemble monsters.

The hybrid let out a mournful cry, seemingly longing to escape its monstrous form.

It had no desire to live in this monstrous body; it had had enough of the endless glares and the hunt.

The hybrids even began to try to accept this violent power, but it was to no avail.

Clearly, the demon blood within him was not so easy to control.

Bray looked up; the sky was gradually turning dusky.

If Nisha doesn't return to Skahn Village, she'll start to overthink things.

We finally managed to rescue this guy, it wouldn't be good if we were attacked again.

"That's enough for today. I'll find a place to hide and come back here at this time tomorrow."

"You can do whatever you want with it," Bray waved his hand and left.

"Whatever you do, don't get attacked." Before leaving the half-blood's sight, Bray said quietly.

The mixed-race man crouched down, staring blankly at Bray as he left.

Even though Bray had been gone for a long time, the half-breed didn't leave; he just kept squatting there.

Late at night, the mixed-race person finally found a place and hid properly.

It seems he's been listening to Bray's advice.

This is a mixed-race person, and for the first time in so long, someone has been willing to talk to him so much.

For the first time, someone could understand his frantic roars.

Yes, apart from her mother fourteen years ago, no one has ever made a mixed-race person feel a sense of warmth like Bray did.

The moonlight hangs high, its glow enchanting.

Normally, hybrids would roar in the wilderness driven by their wild instincts.

But tonight, the hybrid suppressed its impulse and now it will hide itself well.

Just like Bray said, hide and don't get found.

Not far from where Bray had left, the hybrid found a cave and crawled inside.

The dark figure was hidden in the moonless shadows.

Many times, the hybrids had the same thought: to give up the struggle and live on as monsters.

Similarly, the wild impulses of monsters once dominated hybrids, causing them to lose their minds and become more and more like monsters.

In that state, it even considered taking revenge on all living beings, those that hated it, and the hybrids also harbored resentment towards it.

It's important to know that, from the time they can remember, mixed-race individuals have never experienced warmth from anyone other than their mothers.

It was like the snowy landscape of the snow elves' homeland, so cold it sent chills down your spine.

Even far from their homeland, those adventurers were still despicable.

They hunted relentlessly day and night, never having a peaceful day, causing the hybrids immense hatred and suffering.

But this time, the hybrids once again felt a strong desire to shed their monster form.

Bray gave it hope, however faint, but for a hybrid that had always been shrouded in darkness, that glimmer of light was enough.

Tonight, the monster slept peacefully for the first time in a long time, with nothing trying to disturb it. "Burying monsters is such a strange hobby," Naruko said casually, sitting in her chair and looking up at Bray.

Knowing that Cade's life was not in danger, Naruko was completely relieved.

This love story continues!

"Your fetish for sleeping with men is rather strange," Bray suddenly retorted to Naruko.

"Cough cough, you rascal!"

"Alright, aren't you going to go see your 'Lord Cade'?"

“Eek~ The villagers are very grateful to Cade and the Knights.” Naruko said.

Upon their return with evidence of their victory over the monster, the knights were immediately surrounded by villagers.

Seeing that formation, Naruko wisely retreated.

"Well, a pretty good ending," Bray smacked his lips.

"But you solved that problem, and you didn't get anything in return."

As for rewards, Bray could potentially receive every penny, and the same goes for fame.

No one else knew that it was Bray who dealt with the monster, even though the monster actually died before it was truly dead.

“It’s nothing, I was going to tell Nisha not to say anything anyway.” Bray sat down casually.

There was no one at Marus's house either; he probably went with everyone to observe the Knights of the Order.

"When are we leaving for the Empire?" Naruko suddenly asked.

"What, are you in a hurry?" Bree glanced at Naruko.

"How could I be in a hurry?! I want to spend more time with Cade." Naruko was furious.

"You were the one who was in a hurry before!" Naruko said, her anger simmering.

“There’s no rush anymore,” Bray said, raising his right eyebrow.

"No rush, I was thinking of secretly following Cade's group." Naruko let out a laugh that sounded like a jerk.

"..." Bray sensed that the woman in front of him was quite dangerous, in every sense of the word.

"But speaking of which, I didn't realize you were so strong." Naruko recalled Bray's attack.

"Not bad, I didn't expect you to be so amazing," Bray said with a sigh.

C-rank and D-rank adventurers thus began to engage in mutual flattery.

"So, when do you plan to leave?"

"You don't need to follow me anymore? That would be incredibly touching." Bray was secretly delighted.

“Yes, I want Cade, ah, my love~” Naruko said.

"What a pity, my friend." Naruko said this, but there was no trace of regret on her face.

"But after all, my journey is for the pursuit of love!"

Bray joined in, clapping along with Naruko.

“Then we’ll meet again someday,” Bray said happily.

"Don't say goodbye so soon!" Naruko didn't expect Bray to say goodbye so quickly.

"Don't you want to travel with a beautiful girl like me?"

“Yes.” Bray nodded calmly.

"..." Naruko was in a state of shock.

Naruko struggled to calm herself down; the truth was truly devastating.

"I plan to leave after the priest in Skane Village has finished his ritual." Bray wanted to use this time to see if he could help the half-blood.

Once the ritual is over, it's just an excuse.