Tales of The Demi Human

Chapter 3 : Saving the little maiden in distress

The next day, Kyran got up and sat at the side. Like the previous, he did nothing but just lowering his head and quietly stared at the ground.

Suddenly Kyran felt a sharp pain on his head. He lifted his head and noticed there were a small group of goblins and beastmen tribe, each was equipped with various swords and clubs, throwing small, sharp rocks at him.

"Get lost, bitch!" they yelled as they barraging him.

"You little shit!" The other joined the fray.

It was questionable why they chose such a childish way to deal with Kyran although they were not kids. Maybe they were afraid of Kyran's unbeknown strength, or they were just felt disgusted to approach a curse being like Kyran. If only he could choose, he would rather had the former remark. Kyran kept silent and glued at his seat. He averted his gaze back to the ground, still lifeless and empty. He actually could retaliate, but after giving a second thought, he chose not to.

Kyran's indifferent remark provoked one of the larger goblin. The goblin darted with a gigantic club, ready to smash Kyran to a pulp.

"You little scum!" a roaring voice coming from a small settlement next to Kyran's position alarmed the group. At the same time the voice was sounded, a thin, gray creature dashed to where their position as he swung his old, rustic sword and blocked the goblin's gigantic club.

The newcomer was a ghoul. His face feature still held some resemblance to human and full of wrinkled. Wide, pale grey iris and sharp teeth remarked his demonic trait. Sparse, white hair adorned his head and down onto his chin, marking his long-live. He wore a plain cotton long robe and baggy pants. A sheathe with no sword hung at his waist.

Despite his small build and frail appearance, the old man held considerable strength. The goblin's club was thrown away. The old man stance himself before Kyran, with the tip of his sword pointed at the goblin.

"You old bitch, you dare to betray your demon kin and sided with the cursed demi-human instead?" The goblin bellowed.

"Hmph, All I care was my own pocket. How am I suppose to do business with you brats making a ruckus?" The old man retorted.

The large goblin glared at the old man. Realizing the disparity in strength, he snorted and retreating with the others. The place once again regained its peace.

"You okay, brat?" The old man asked Kyran.

"...Thank you sir" Kyran lifted his head, standing up and said softly.

He was quite touched by the old man's kindness. Since becoming a demi-human, this was the first time he was greeted and treated well by others.

The old man observed Kyran closely. He noticed the lifeless eyes. Such empty little things were nothing new to him. Back on his younger days he had been to many places and experiencing life too much.

"My name is Razuli. I am a peddler. That's my temporary store." He pointed at a small building where he just came out from.

"Where are you from? what's your plan?"

Kyran stayed silent, unknowing how to answer. Razuli noticed his uneasiness, thus decided to pursue the matter no further.

"Nevermind. If you don't have anywhere to go, why don't you stay at my place?" Razuli offered.

"But..." Kyran hesitated

"Don't worry. I need some companion to listen to my good old days anyway. And a wine companion" Razuli grinned

"Then, thank you, sir!" Kyran took the offer.

"Gramps. The kid around here called me gramps." Razuli said