A New Life In Another World

Chapter 12: The Raid

-Random Goblin's POV-

This is not good! This is really not good!

I continued to run for my life after witnessing two of the goblin scouts getting killed. They were killed by a child with black hair.

There was something off about that kid. He was giving off a really deadly aura.

He's dangerous. Very dangerous.

I was only able to escape when he was busy killing the second goblin scout. If I stayed there, I would've been killed.

I need to tell the others about this!

So, I kept running and running until I finally got to where the other goblins were. We were planning to raid the village because our king wants to find the person that killed his pet.

That's why we sent out scouts to do some recon work before invading, and I was one of the scouts. That all changed when I encountered that kid.

He was able to kill two goblin scouts with ease. I'm glad that I ran away before I was next.

Still, the others need to know this. That boy will likely become an obstacle if we encounter him.

I finally made it to the campsite where the other goblins were. All of them were preparing their equipment for the raid.

"Why are you here, scout?" The goblin boss approached me with an angry look. "You're supposed to be watching the village."

"T-trouble! Big trouble!" I blurted out to the boss.

"Huh? What trouble?" The boss asked.

I then explained to him what happened while I was scouting out the village. After he heard my story, he was silently pondering.

"A boy with black hair? I've never seen a human with black hair before. I'll have to inform our King about this."

The boss then walked off to inform our king of the matter. Before he left, he got one of the higher up goblins to take over while he was gone.

I'm really scared now. A part of me doesn't want to do the raid now, because of that kid.

He's dangerous. Very, very dangerous!

-Goblin Boss's POV-

A boy with black hair, huh.

This is definitely something that our King should know about. Whatever this kid is, he'll become a problem.

Hopefully, my king will know what to do about the situation.

So, I then left the campsite and went back to our base. Once I got there, I went into our King's room to speak to him.

"My king," I called out.

"What is it?" My king asked in an irritated tone.

"I've just got word from one of our scouts. It seems that there's a child with black hair killing our scouts."

"A child with black hair?!" My king eyes widened with shock.

"Yes, my king."

". . . That's impossible." My king muttered.

It seems that my king knows something about this child. Judging from his reaction, it's something serious.

"My king, could you tell me what this child is?" I asked.

"That child . . . Will be our doom."

After hearing this, sweat began to pour down my face. This is really bad, then.