Guilt and Responsibility (Part 1)

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**Greg**

While my companions took their time to catch their breaths (as well as remove the dead minotaurs, for their burned flesh smelled), I dropped the empty carbine, pulled my own bolt-heater revolver, and entered the Lord Haya's room.

"Took you long enough...I expected you to drop for a visit. After all, the ruckus you caused in my garden was heard all over my palace! What barbarity, coming from a human like you!"

"!!!"

Sitting on the bed, which was illuminated with several candles surrounding him and with a gun—an M1911—in his hand, Princess Noir's infamous brother greeted me with a smile on his lips. As he waved the pistol like he was playing with it, he asked, "The Lord Greg Santos, I presume? Such lovely uniform of an officer of the Goblin Legion you have!"

"And you're most likely the Lord Haya," I replied, aiming the bolt-heater at him. "Nice meeting you, I guess. Now, where's Her Highness?"

"By 'Her Highness', you mean my dearest little sister, Noir? Why do you ask? Who are you? Don't you know I'm her brother; her only home? Filthy, pure humans like you have no business with her!"

"I'm her teacher," was my defiant reply.

"As far as I know, teachers only teach, not murder the families of their students," the Lord Haya's eyes went from me, to my companions, who finally showed up behind me. They also got their bolt-heaters trained on the hated demon lord.

"Back off! Let's us talk for a while," I ordered them, before turning back to the Lord Haya. "If someone like you is 'family' to my students, then I'd gladly pick up a gun to kill them. Your kind has no right to live anymore. Now, tell me, fucker, where's Noir, or I'll shoot!"

"Ah, such righteous conviction! Such noble intentions!" the demon lord mocked me. Nevertheless, he pointed his gun towards the bed and said, "She's here."

"!!!"

The Lord Haya then removed the blanket that covered Her Highness. Much to everyone's shock and disbelief, Princess Noir was there, chained like an animal to the bed, and her body was full of bruises, scratches, and lacerations. She was conscious, yet her eyes had that 'thousand-yard' stare, and she would not respond to her brother's provocations.

All that I can say is that, she is utterly broken.

I heard the Lord Haya's triumphant laugh. "It's over, human!" he declared. "I know that your kind values the virginity of your women! And I took that from my dearest sister! You won't have it! She is mine! Noir is mine—"

I never let him finish. One shot to his right arm was all that it took for him to drop the M1911 pistol. I pulled the bolt of my revolver as I took a step forward.

"Are you angry?" he grinned. "Why did you shoot me, a demon noble? Don't you know your place—gah!"

A second bullet, this time meant for his other arm, though it hit his shoulder instead. The Lord Haya was screaming in pain, though he couldn't run away as his legs were paralyzed. I cocked my gun for another shot, and stepped closer.

"S-Stay back, you fool!" the demon lord, desperate to defend himself, summoned a creature that tried to attack me—a basilisk. They say that its gaze turned anyone to stone, but I simply turned away from its eyes, and dispelled its apparition using the anti-succubus amulet that I had.

Your magic tricks won't work here, anymore, fucker.

Another step, and I was almost an arm's reach to the Lord Haya. At that point, the demon lord's façade that he had built all this time crashed. As a 'lowly' human in his eyes, the moment his magic was dispelled by my amulet—a simple tool—was enough for him to realize the gravity of his situation.

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