The Demon Lord's Fall Saga, Chapter 7, Vol.2, 3rd Edition
Hero Magus and his party had just arrived at the village of Ardeil. A rural place where traders and envoys pass through and rest.
The villagers were of the common folk, joyful to have an abundant meal once a week, a roof over their heads, and fire to warm them.
The Hero, weary from travels and arduous battles, decided it would be best to recuperate in this small, yet warm place for a while.
Indeed, it was a warm place. Despite being between the Demonic realm and the human one, it was fairly peaceful. So warm, in fact, that our very Hero had made a new friend out of one of the villagers. A spirited youth, desperate to prove himself.
Hero Magus spotted the fearless youth protecting a fair lady of the village from several bandits, the eyes of the entire village on him. She stood behind the youth's broad back, to which was attached a longsword, one of the most favored weapons for the aspiring Knight.
Eager to prove himself and defend this fair lady's honor and safety, he drew the sword from his back, swung it high in the sky with practiced ease, and bravely pointed it at the bandit's throat before the entire village and Hero Magus and his party.
Yet, this is not a tale of triumph, but a tale of caution.
Oh, dear reader who has read this far, do not follow in the footsteps of the youth.
The youth who hadn't noticed the slight resistance placed on his blade as he unsheathed it.
The youth, who accidentally slayed the fair lady he had sworn to protect, nearly cleaving her in half from bottom to top as he recklessly drew the sword, miscalculating the distance between himself, her, and his blade's reach.
The youth, who heard not cheers that day, but the loud gasps from all over, and the even louder cackle of the bandits he stood up to.
The youth, who had thought it rained due to the fair lady's blood dripping on him from above as he swung his sword.
The youth who could not even live long enough to witness the fair lady's wake, as he was hung even sooner.
Yet, even then, Hero Magus, unable to watch their new friend's agony as he was hung, unleashed devastating flames, burning his asphyxiating body to ashes.
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"I... can't move it?!" Cerille thought as Van placed his fingers on her greatsword.
"Grh... so, you admit your evil intentions!?" Cerille's voice boomed.
"Curious, don't you think?" Van swiftly retorted with a glare. "You label me evil despite me not doing anything yet. As befitting of a daughter of that piece of shit."
"Not doing anything...!? You resist arrest, disrespect my honored father, and admit you're a threat as I suspected! ANY THREAT IN THIS PLACE NEEDS TO BE SUBDUED!" she replied, applying even more force to move her greatsword. Even using muscle enhancement magic, it would not budge an inch.
"A piece of shit is a piece of shit. Him being 'honored' doesn't change that," Van dismissed.
"HEY, YOU TRASH! DON'T YOU DARE BESMIRCH GREATKNIGHT NICKELSON'S NAME!" the crowd roared.
'He's pushing it too far...!' Anne thought, alarmed.
"Van, wait!" Anne called, running to his side and grabbing his shoulder. "Saying that is—" Anne started, but the riffraff's voices boomed over hers.
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