Archive Of Potentialities.

Bane of history: After Story 2 - To visit a demon lord.

“Well, let's set off.”

“I'm not exactly enthusiastic…”

“It's too late for that, you moron.”

A group of three people — two women and a man — engaged in friendly banter as they stood on the outskirts of a land that has been off limits to humanity for as long as they could remember.

They were dressed to the nines for their unavoidable journey into what was for lack of better terms, a death trap.

“But really….do we have to do this?” The man asked, once again nervously inspecting his light clothes that had been engineered to provide more defensive strength than average armour. His blond hair stood out in the woodsy environment.

“Stop complaining, Logan. You knew what you were getting into when you joined our nation's ranks.” The woman standing to his left reprimanded him, she had a mature look and was naturally the leader of this little party. Logan looked at her in resignation, thoughts of wasted beauty and what not filling his head.

“But Asha, you can't blame him. This is Jura you know? Jura.” Their last companion, a young looking girl with not so vibrant black hair defended Logan.

“I'm well aware of that, Seris, but we can't exactly stand by and do nothing, can we? There's no guarantee that we'll be in danger anyway.” The red haired woman, Asha, tried to quell their doubts.

“You're not trusting the words of that suspicious demon, are you?” Logan said. Remembering the absolute terror of a demon that casually manifested itself during one of their governmental proceedings, singing the praises of some suspicious Rimuru Tempest.

He wasn't convinced of anything, the events were way too sudden.

These three were elites sent out by the Kingdom of Solka, a fairly prosperous nation in the west that managed to retain its sovereignty after splitting off from what was once known as the General Kingdom of Doran, which Ingracia had unceremoniously absorbed during the all out war that consumed the region a generation ago.

Normally, they wouldn't be anywhere near this land of death but the situation demanded it.

“Do we have much of a choice? Ingracia is well and truly gone and most of its citizens miraculously survived. That demon said his master is willing to discuss how to handle them so we have to go represent our nation.” For better or for worse, Asha was just as sceptical as Logan, but as the leader she had to be the one to motivate the people under her command.

“Then why send combatants then? Last I checked, we all suck at diplomacy.” Seris pointed out, shivering as she peered into the woods.

“Isn't it obvious? We're sacrifices.” Logan said plainly.

Asha wasn't pleased by his bluntness but she couldn't deny his words.

Each of them carried a special item that would allow their spatial coordinates to be traced, aside from monitoring their location it served another purpose, if the situation was deemed stable and safe, the officials responsible for the actual negotiations would teleport to their location.

“That's enough from both of you, we're going in now.” Asha took the initiative, walking bodly into the sea of trees.

Logan and Seris glanced at each other before dragging their feet, following her.

“Into the unknown…!” Seris snag under her breath, earning unamused looks from her companions.

The trio finally got over their reluctance and strode into Rimuru Tempest’s domain.