"Oi. Explain this to me, please", the blond-haired, green-eyed middle-aged man said, smashing his clenched left hand into the armrest of his throne, sweat dripping off his face onto the ground. He was dressed rather extravagantly, incorporating colours such as a deep burgundy and a beautiful purple into his clothes, in his right hand was a sceptre, and on his head rested a jewel-encrusted crown. His chest was practically covered in golden, jewelled necklaces, each as drenched as the last.
His circumference completely ruined the majestic look. It was clear at a glance his eating habits could probably feed an entire family.
Honestly, he was completely disgusting to look at.
This was the king.
The people in front of him were honestly surprised he could move as much as he could.
"I, uh...", the head priest began, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "I am terribly sorry, Your Majesty!", he eventually managed to shout out, "but all the Heroes we sent into the forest were annihilated! As such, the removal of the Goblin village was a failure!" He dropped to the ground, pushing his forehead onto the red carpet. He ignored the priestly hat which flew off his head as a result.
"I KNOW THAT!", the king bellowed, causing all present to flinch. Disgusting as he was, he had a loud voice. "I'm asking you to explain why! What happened? What could possibly be out there that could kill 250 Heroes?!" His shouting caused a rain of saliva, so the people in front of him were glad they were not permitted within 10 metres of him. He sighed. "Or could it be...", he continued, "that it's your fault?" He turned a gaze full of blame to the royal knight commander.
Even the royal knight commander, muscular and towering as he was, looked away. "I, uh...", he said, beginning the same way the head priest did. He seemed to spend several seconds building his confidence before raising his voice: "I do not believe I could have trained the Heroes to be stronger than they were! I believe that the enemy they faced is simply inhumanly powerful!" Contrary to his words, his actions mimicked the head priest's as he pushed his forehead onto the carpet.
The king turned his gaze to the third person standing in front of him--wielder of the god-sword, Claiohm Solais, the Hero called Reynald. Behind him, seemingly hiding from the king, was Ebstrea--although in reality, she was standing behind him as to hide her expression from the king's field of view. He'd probably have her executed if he saw she was laughing at him, after all.
"Then, you!", the king shouted, "explain what happened! How did all 250 heroes die? What did you fight out there?!"
Reynald's face cramped as he tried to figure out the words to properly explain his experiences, but eventually, he decided to start at the beginning.
"Your Majesty, you are familiar with the concept of a 'video game', yes?", he asked.
The king faintly nodded in response. Other Heroes had told him before, that the world was similar to the 'vidya gaemes' of the Heroes' world.
"In many of these games, at the end, there is a single enemy, stronger than any other, which marks the end of the game. If you manage to defeat this enemy, you have won the game--conversely, you cannot win the game if you cannot defeat this enemy. This is what we would call a 'final boss'."
Again, the king faintly nodded. Still, though, he didn't look less angry.
"Final bosses are often hard to defeat even if you own the best equipment possible, are as strong as you can be and have prepared extensively." This statement was only half-true, but it served Reynald's explanation. "In a game with a setting similar to this world, the final boss would probably be... the incarnation of malice, Entropy, or a direct subordinate of hers."
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Entropy's Servant
Fantasy"I see. If someone's wronged me, it's fine if I just take revenge, right?" After having presumably died, Arthur is reincarnated into a 'fantasy', almost game-like world by its Goddess of Light with only a few memories on set subjects, and, grateful...
