A Dragon Idol's Reincarnation Tale

 

Experience has reached multiple breaking points. [Young Sunfang Dragon, Hestia Atsuko Kargryxmor]’s Job [White Pyromancer] has risen from [Level 0] to [Level 15]

Attributes have increased due to level up

Max level of Job [White Pyromancer] has been reached

[Humanize (Moderate)] inflicted on [Young Sunfang Dragon, Hestia Atsuko Kargryxmor]

“Considering this is the center, I thought it would look less ‘Shaturein shady,’ and more like an underground club. This tavern really gives that crime syndicate impression. Bunch of sweaty glaring men… and quite a few women too, huh?”

“Hestia, no eye contact. You ignore them and look unperturbed, otherwise, we will get in trouble later.”

“Treat them like monsters? Show confidence to dissuade them to attack? Oh. Easy enough, I see.”

“Sketchy as fuck” would be an understatement if I was trying to describe this place, considering with what I grew up on Earth. After all, Shaturein was that sorta place where the movie criminal underworld was dialed up to the highest possible point. When you experience something in the flesh that you only saw on the TV screen before, it really hits hard, like when I reincarnated or how I was inside a criminal-filled tavern right now.

Well, it wasn’t as if I wanted to be here. After watching all the clapping and cheers during the slave auction, turning it around on the slave buyers and drivers was cathartic. And while Saori and the others managed to free the orphan kids and the other slaves, another hindrance had to appear before we could fully free the slaves from those slave tattoos.

And this hindrance was the current leader of the Artorian Yanderu Eluseuss.

“Nothing to worry about, kraah ampf! Mhmm,” this leader stated before taking a bite of a German “pancake” called Krapfen, Berliner, or Bismarck Donut. “These guys are purely assessing whether you are worthwhile targets, so Miss Wolfkin got the right idea. Besides, if they learned what you alldid to Hamil’s auction house, I don’t think the bounties on your heads would be worth risking their lives for, hahahaha!”

As if his loud declaration was all that was needed, everybody inside the tavern besides our group resumed what they were doing prior to our visit. Cusses, laughs, drinking, eating; the whole place was lively again.

Even if one of them came at us after this ‘talk,’ it’s not like we couldn’t handle them… Although, Saori doesn’t look like she’s really in a fighting mood anymore.

Saori and Tasianna were the main “muscle” in our slave rescue operation, and both seemed like they just wanted to go back to the mansion for a nice warm bath. Saori in particular was pretty much drenched in blood and gore when I saw her. Tasianna may have washed it away, but she still reeked of that bloody smell.

I then turned my gaze from the tavern goers to this leader person.

… Yeah, I don’t want to fight him.

My instincts pleaded to me to not even think about fighting him at my current strength.

Even if Ellaine, Grimnir, and Gael hadn’t talked me into going with this possibly diplomatic way, I still would have tried to avoid a direct confrontation. If he wanted to kill us, he probably would have done it at the auction house without using Ellaine and Grimnir as hostages. Hopefully he was here to talk, and not to ambush us, since I have no idea if we could survive this without sacrificing a pair of [Room] runes to escape.

But what caused me to worry the most was Klea’Hatma’s remark.

[“Careful, you five. It’s faint, but I can feel some demonic energy from him.”]

Who is this guy?

“Well, come right in. Make yourself at home, alright? Nothing fine and nobly, but good enough for a temp housing, eh?” The middle-aged man then jumped up and crashed onto his sofa, relaxing his feet on the table, looking too casual for the situation. Gael accompanied him inside while the rest of us hesitated. “Hmm? What are you standing at the entrance for, everybody? Come on in! I didn’t invite any of my crew in here, so let’s enjoy our talks, alright?”

Friell and Kaian were sent back to take care of the kids and slaves, since he only wanted to speak with Gael, Eshe and her knights, and us from Aurora. Saori would have put them inside the subspace if we had known we would be separated from the kids for this long.

“… I do not detect anybody inside nor can I smell anybody else except for him,” Saori stated.

“Let us trust his good intentions. If he only wishes to speak with us, it would be for the best if we don’t dawdle here. The children should be returned as soon as possible.” Even now, Eshe was thinking of the kids. Fearlessly, she walked into the room, accompanied by her wary knights, ignorant of the fact this guy could be a demonkin.

I looked over at my party, trying to probe their feelings on this, only for Grimnir to pat my back and walk into the room. “Call it a gut feeling, but I think Gael has something planned,” Grimnir assured us.

Well, delaying this any more would be useless.

“Good, good. Nothing makes a man happier than the presence of beautiful women, ahahaha!” the guy laughed joyfully as we all sat down.

[“Klea’Hatma, can he detect you?”] Ellaine asked telepathically. Our telepathy link was only between the members of Aurora and the demon, and I was making sure that nobody could hear it outside of us.

[“I concealed my mana and presence. As long as you don’t use me, nobody will ever find out I am here. Besides, I don’t think this person is a demonkin as you five are thinking. That demonic energy is far too minuscule.”]

[“Are you sure?”] Saori replied.

[“I am a true demon, dearie. Do not underestimate my ability to detect the presence of my lesser descendants. His demonic energy is not related to mine — lust — but he has one of the remaining six. Maybe through an artifact? Blood? A contract with a demonkin? Enough talk, though, focus on getting out of here alive, Ellaine.”] And with that, the demon silenced herself.

The man pulled the bag from his belt and threw it on the table. Opening it up, he took another one of those Krapfen to eat. After he licked his lips clean from the glazing, he began speaking.

“Alright, introductions first, right? I already did mine but let’s do this the proper way. Gael, do me a proper, eh? You do like information dumps.”

Sighing, Gael began introducing his old boss like a king, “As he said before, this is Eithalr, also known as the ‘Phantasmal Armory.’ He is one of the eight ‘heads’ of the—”

“Seven!” Eithalr interrupted Gael. “Gestien is dead. Forgot about how I cut it off? His head, I mean. The boss hasn’t replaced his spot yet, so there are seven of us right now.”

“… Seven ‘heads’ of the Yanderu Eluseuss organization. Each head controls a different area to keep their presence and reputation up among the criminal underworld of Altrust. They all answer to a single boss who controls the growth of the company, with their HQ located somewhere in the Empire.”

‘Phantasmal Armory,’ huh? If his moniker is a reflection of what he can do, then is he some kinda ghost smith or something?

Looking at him, Eithalr didn’t look too intimidating for being an underboss of a black mercenary company known for assassinations and murder. His carefree attitude, at the very least, fitted his clothing choice.

He wore a simple red trench coat over his green shirt with black leather pants and boots — none of it looked as if it was made with strong monster parts. Even his scruffy beard and unkempt grey hair made him look more like those fun, irresponsible middle-aged uncles instead of a serial killer.

“Well, that’s the gist of it, I guess.” Satisfied with Gael’s introduction, Eithalr took over the microphone. “I am currently the fifth head, the fifth strongest of the company. Don’t ask me why I’m here or why I killed the eight head, ‘cause I haven’t even told the crew that. Outside of the fact that Hamil wanted me to kill all of you, I don’t really have anything against you. Gestien’s problems went with him into his grave. They aren’t mine.”

“You’re not angered by what we did in Firwood?” I asked cautiously. The fact he mentioned how Hamil set a hit on us wasn’t assuring.

“Nope. Heard about it, but I couldn’t care less what grudges Gestien had. His fault for botching a job for a rich contractor. I even made peace with Gael and other ‘traitors’ since I’m the head of this branch now. You see, the boss didn’t order your death, you understand?”

So he has no obligation to fight us, but… what about Hamil?

“Then, you really are here to speak with us about something?” Saori responded. “Then, what about this agreement with Ha—”

“Their heads, where are they?!” The door into the room banged open in the middle of this discussion, interrupting Saori. As we turned around, we saw an overweight man in a fine suit appear before us. His hair was groomed and his skin well-maintained like a baby’s, heavily contrasting the common flair of Shaturein.

“Ahhh, speak of the devil! Krampf! Mhmm.” Gael ate up another Krapfen and took out another from his bag. What a glutton.

“Eithalr! Where are the— Kuek?!” The moment he saw us, his face stiffened. “Estas! Aren’t these the wenches and bastards who attacked my property and stole from me?!”

“Y-Yes, Master Hamil. That redhead and the—”

“Uh, sorry, my hair is crimson red. Crimson red,” I interrupted the slave auctioneer, Estas. “If you want to describe others, you should do it properly otherwise you might attack the wrong gi—”

“Silence your filthy mouth, beastman! How impertinent of you to speak back! A wench like you should know her place in this situation!” With a reddened face, the fat man, Hamil, rebuked me for even daring to speak up.

Sheeeeeesh! What are you doing making me hate you even more, you fat skorr in human skin!

After giving me the stink eye, he returned his glare to the pastry-loving man. “Now, Eithalr, explain to me why you haven’t killed these thieves yet! If you are here to show me an execution, I detest seeing them. Kill them as I requested and send their heads to my headquarters!”

As the man was about to leave, Eithalr stopped him with a brow raised. “When did I accept your request?”

“What is the meaning of this? The request I made to you to stop the people who were attacking my auction house! I went directly to you and you heard me—”

“Yeah, I heard what you had to say, but never did I say I would accept it, right?”

“H-Huh?!”

“Fuck me, for somebody whose supposedly the brain for your gang’s success, you sure can’t think properly when agitated, huh?” He then placed another krapfen in his mouth and continued speaking with a full mouth. “I srait tat I will go and slook, snot tat I will asset sur rerest. (I said that I will go and look, not that I will accept your request.)”

He paused to swallow his food, and then continued, “And when I was on site, I decided not to accept your request. Easy as that. But, since I know you probably would come and complain to me anyway, I thought I would bring the people over so you can discuss this over. Am I not the nicest person ever?”

“Thank you very much, Mister Eithalr, for allowing us this chance to resolve this,” Eshe suddenly thanked him. She then turned to Hamil. “Mister Hamil, if you aren’t aware of this yet, I am Eshe of Sarkarfiina. I am one of the Goddess’s saintesses.”

“W-What?!”

“While I understand slavery is an accepted custom in my homeland, the Empire of the Holy Emperor, I cannot say it is the same in the Kingdom of Artorias. Slavery is forbidden here. As such, I ask of you to seek penance and free the slaves you unlawfully are keeping and selling. Allow yourself to walk in the light of the Goddess, once again.”

“…” Hamil stayed silent, glaring at Eshe with a pensive face. Was Eshe actually successful with her speech? “… Eithalr.”

“Yeah?”

“Whatever you wish! Kill that woman and her followers now! All of them! Bury their bodies, don’t let them ever be found by the damn Lycerepth! Enforcers! Get in there and kill those wenches, that man, and the dwarf now!”

Ahhh, so he was worried about that.

Upon command, Hamil’s bodyguards charged into the room, readying their weapons to attack us. Clicking my tongue, I told Saori and Tasianna to stay back and rest, while Ellaine, Grimnir, Eshe’s knight, and handled these idiots.

But before we could do anything, our aggressors’ heads flew off their bodies at the same time. As their decapitated corpses slumped down onto the ground like stringless puppets, I noticed seven blue translucent short blades floating in the air with blood on them, the same number as the dead enforcers.

“Wha-What?!” Hamil shrieked out, stumbling back from fear.

“Oi, oi, oi, I said we would talk, right? I brought all of you here to speak, so sit down and let's speak. No need for everybody to turn into corpses, right?”

I turned around, looking at the source of that declaration — Eithalr. He was leisurely eating his pastries. I was baffled at how he was able to summon those blades, unable to detect a magic circle anywhere. As quickly as the blades appeared, they just as quickly disappeared.

Those things looked more like they were made from mana than actually ghostly. Should I risk using [Mana Eyes] on him to see what’s going on?

… No, if he’s anywhere Yorshka or Muraina tier, then he probably has his [Identity Blocker] at a high level, maybe even evolved like Astalos. I can’t risk angering him for ignoring his privacy.

With his position established before one of the pillars of Shaturein, Eithalr seemed even scarier than the fat pig. As if he understood his own position, Hamil and his aide Estas went over to the couches and sat down. We made sure to make them unwelcomed with our glares.

“H-Hold on, you are that girl Licht!” Estas suddenly brought up. “W-Weren’t you, no, I am sure you were a human before! Where did your horns and scales come from?!”

Ah, that’s right, I only showed him my human form.

After we had departed from the auction house, I turned myself back into a dragonewt, seeing as Eithalr knew about me. Sure, Cernust told me dragonewts didn’t like taking transformation skills like [Humanization] since it was like disrespecting their dragonkin ancestry, but Yorshka had it. With such a case, I thought he probably wouldn’t question if I was a dragon or not.

“Estas, right?” I recalled. “I think you should still keep addressing me with that ‘My lady,’ you know. Also, since I’m done acting like an Empire noble, let me introduce myself properly. Hestia Atsuko. Still a noble, just a dragonewt~”

“Wait… Atsuko… Hold on! Master Hamil, this is the noble our spies talked about!”

“… Mhmm, shit.” It seemed they knew about me.

“Well, since I answered your question, how about you treat me back?” I leaned forward, looking at Hamil in pure disgust as a certain memory reappeared. “Your guild, International Desires, haven’t just gone slave-hunting only once or twice at this point, right? You’ve done it multiple times. Tell me, did you hire a group of bandits to raid a village and enslave the villagers there?!”

That memory was from my friend, a village girl from Carine village called Lorena. Her village was burned down and a good chunk of the villagers were kidnapped before Arcanuess Helvas could do anything. Master Kush’s party and ours managed to save them at the end of the day, but I could still remember how Lorena described being raped by a fat man who acted as the leader of a slave trader group.

When I heard International Desires and Hamil had a hand in Artorias’s slave scene, I had to bite the bullet and ask him. Master Kush also was looking for the mastermind behind those slave traders, but I haven’t met him in Griffonpeak yet. Considering how beastmen were being captured to become slaves in the Lecartiglio duchy, he probably was there right now.

That also meant that his student had to take this matter into her own hands. And I have a serious enough grudge to turn this guy into ash.

“Pah!” However, instead of answering me, Hamil sneered and turned towards Gael. “I will make my offer once more. Kill them, hide their corpses, and I will pay you in whatever you want, Eithalr. Name your price.”

This bastard!

“Lass, calm down,” Grimnir soothed me. “You burn too much, you’ll break yourself.”

I bit the inside of my cheek and tasted blood as I tried to stay civil.

“Are you seriously still trying to offer me that request, Hamil? I’m a merc. I might be a criminal, but I listen and obey the local law of my employers if I wish to continue my business. And one of those rules is that you go through Blackreach to hire your mercs, Hamil,” Eithalr spat at Hamil’s offer, looking a bit irritated that he had to say something this simple to somebody living in Shaturein.

“I do not have the time to wait, Yanderu!” Hamil shouted in response. “Not only was my whole auction house destroyed, but all my wares were stolen before they could land in the hands of my buyers! In addition, the Empire’s saint—”

“You spit on the goodwill of the Goddess! How dare you keep calling those people your ‘wares!’” Surprisingly, it was Eshe who yelled. “In the Goddess name, we did nothing of what you accused us of. We did not steal, we freed people you unrighteously held captured! Among them were also children! Have you no heart?!”

“Tch, my heart does not win me more money, wench of the Goddess. I came this far because I abandoned it to survive in this shithole!”

““Impertinent!”” Alikar and Anivh roared as they stood up with their weapons unsheathed. Hamil squealed in fear at the possibility of death, but nothing happened, as a blue greatsword materialized in Eithalr’s hand, slamming it down to block the knight’s attack path.

“If you wish me to send you to Ilsaphone, then make another step forward.” That was the second time Eithalr’s attitude made a 180 turn, rousing my instincts to run away.

“Alikar. Anivh. Please, sit down.” With Eshe’s command, the knights sheathed their blades and sat back down.

“S-See, Eithalr! These people only wish for my death! As a pillar, whether it is them or the Lycerepth, if you don’t kill them now, then you will be endangering your contractor’s city! Blackreach will understand! Kill them!” But Hamil’s pleading went unnoticed.

After all, there was somebody who was ready to bring his argument down.

It was Gael.

“Hamil, I think your arrogance is getting the better of you today.”

“W-What?!”

“I mean, you must already know that Mister Vangrim despises you, right? He is only tolerating you because you bring in money and valuable goods. You are increasing Shaturein’s reach.”

“And? What is your point? I am valuable as a pillar, what are you doing stating the obvious.”

“Well, the obvious thing here is that you are overvaluing yourself too much. After what happened today, you won’t have any way to get out of this if you keep pushing. You kill Saintess Eshe, the Lycerepth won’t stop investigating. Mister Vangrim will torture you until you are only a shell. If you endanger the wind elf and dragonewt, Lady Grengar will expose you. Did you honestly think we’d come here without the approval of the other pillars first?”

“…” Hamil stared at Gael in horror.

“… You had this planned all this time? Did Blackreach order you to do this?” Estas asked. It looked like he’d just aged five years.

“Nah, it was all just a coincidence. However… Mister Vangrim did ask me to do him a favor now that I was back in Shaturein. For old time’s sake, you know,” Gael glared at Hamil and Estas as if they were scum. “You shouldn’t have caught everybody’s attention by capturing those church orphans, Hamil. You poked the hornet’s nest.”

I looked over at Grimnir, who shrugged in response. Grimnir said he suspected Gael had a plan, but I didn’t think he would use me like this. Were those letters he sent to Blackreach and The Heartful Dance part of this scheme of his?

“… Damn new-bloods. It just had to be some new recruits,” Hamil cursed. In the next moment, his hands turned into fists and his teeth clenched against each other, making weird tire sounds as he snapped his head over to Eithalr. “ANYTHING! Ask me anything you wish! Even if I have to sell my soul, kill these people and get me out of Shaturein! Eithalr, accept my request, I beg of you!!!”

Hamil dropped to his knees and slammed his head on the hard wooden floor, begging Eithalr like a beggar pleading for alms. Eithalr had a look of indifference at what was happening, simply enjoying his pastry.

Until he spoke…

“Then let’s make a deal, eh? If you fulfill it, I will accept your request, no excuses.” Smiling like the devil himself, a glint of bloodthirst escaped his eyes as he looked at us as if we were prey.

Kiiiiuek!

A chill ran down all our spines, affected by the sheer animosity Eithalr was showing us in. My instincts told me to run, to run as far as possible from this person right now. The only other times I ever had this feeling was when I first encountered the Garm Matriach and Astalos. That feeling of facing a hostile being far too early into your life.

Overcoming the opposition as underdogs? I wasn’t a damn hero from a storybook who could overcome any challenge despite how large the hurdle was. No, I was just a girl who was a bit stronger than others. And in my position, my focus was to get my friends out of this situation no matter what.

Surviving was winning. That was a lesson I learned thankfully early enough.

My body tensed up, I was pouring mana into all of my protective skills. I was ready to shield everybody with spells and my abilities. If I can survive long enough to bring everyone into my subspace, then we would win.

I could do that. If he was around Muraina’s level at best, then I was confident enough to pull out this stunt. Dying was not an option, not for any of us!

As Eithalr looked back at the despairing Hamil who had found the light of hope again, I told everybody to ready themselves to escape. Even Gael seemed perturbed. It seemed none of this was part of his plan anymore. He put too much trust in Eithalr’s work honor. A criminal was still a criminal.

“Tell me, what is the deal?! I will do anything!”

“My deal is…” Eithalr left everybody hanging, going over to a wooden barrel to get something.

Now! Sanctuary, let’s g—

“A cooking contest!” A bag of toffels, hard Peolyncia potatoes landed on the table, spilling its contents. I was currently posing with a white magic circle in my hand, looking at the bag with sheer confusion.

“The best people in this world, at least, in my opinion, are those who can cook well! Mhmmm! A warm soup and hearty dish after spilling the guts of a powerful general! Devouring sweet snacks after letting a young maiden breathe her last! Such bliss! Oh, I praise Aniuqa, for the world’s continued food development!”

This person is a fucking pyschopath!!!

“That is why, the deal is to cook me a good dish with those toffels. Hestia and Hamil. The leaders of your respective parties. You two cook me something good to eat, and I will fulfill the winner’s request, on my pride as a gourmet!”

“Haha! Fine, Eithalr!” Hamil cheered as if he already won. “If you wish a fine dish, then I shall call my best chefs to cook—”

“I said that you will do it, Hamil.”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t you hear how I said, ‘You two cook me something good to eat.’ Didn’t you hear that? The challenge is to test who is the better chef, not who has the most money to spare.”

“W-What?! This is preposterous! How could you ask a businessman like me to make such a deal?! You could have asked for anything else and I would ha—”

“Alright.” I clapped my hands, dispelling the spell and throwing my original plan out of the window. “Let’s have a cook-off.”

I pulled a cauldron and a stone cooker from my storage and placed them on the table in front of us.

“S-Space-Time?! Void-touched?!” Hamil exclaimed in shock, but I ignored him.

I produced a flame underneath the stone cooker, using [Pyrokinesis] to hold it there without burning everything down. I then picked up the toffels and peeled the skins off before cleaning them with Tasianna’s water magic. I placed them to the side after chopping them evenly before pulling out the deciding factor of this challenge.

Eithalr said we had to make a dish with toffels. He didn’t mention if we couldn’t add other ingredients. I can’t wait for him to start calling me “Cooking Mama” after what I planned for him.

I placed a slice of butter into the cauldron and let it melt under the heat. I minced onions and garlic and added them into the pot, stirring it with the butter until they released their fragrance. After adding some flour for the thickness, I added in my chopped toffels.

I then added some chicken broth, milk, and cream into the mix. For seasoning, I only added rock salt. I wanted to add some black pepper, but apparently, it was an expensive import from the Empire. Saori was okay cooking without the pepper, so we didn’t have any on hand.

After letting it boil and simmer, I used [Aerokinesis] to pull the soup out of the pot and began to puree the potatoes with wind magic. Once done, I poured it back into the pot and added some sourness with lemons and some cut green onions.

Proficiency requirement fulfilled. [Cooking Lv. 7] evolved into [Cooking Lv. 8]

“Here you go! Potato soup!” I placed the bowl of soup in front of Eithalr, who was drooling as if he hadn’t eaten anything for days. “Bon appetit!”

“Thank you for the food!” Blowing at it, Eithalr took his first spoonful of my potato soup, instantly opening his eyes. “… Hamil, good luck.”

“Gack!” Hamil groaned, while I smiled.

“Let me give you an authentic experience, Eithalr.”

I took out another plate and placed some sauerkraut and pretzels on it. I then cooked some of Saori’s sausages up and added them with the sauerkraut to Eithalr’s meal. I then poured into a tankard some tavern beer, since Grimnir’s and Tasianna’s weren't done yet. With all of this in front of him, all I could say was—

“Happy Oktoberfest! A meal straight from the home of those Berliners you liked so much! Enjoy!”

As I watched Eithalr happily devouring his meal, my lips curved into a smirk as I heard everybody on my side heap a sigh of relief. I lifted my head and turned to the pale Hamil. “Now, where were we? Eithalr said any request, right?”

“Y-You! No! You cannot do this to me! If you kill me, you won’t hear the last from Shaturein!” he tried to threaten me, but it was very past that point now.

“No, I don’t need to kill you. I won’t actually, but…” I pointed with my eyes at the person who would — Eithalr. “Or, you can answer my question and free those slaves. What will it be? I have no intentions of killing you, you retarded sausage filling.”

“Grrrk! Estas, hand it over…” Hamil unfurled the scroll he received from his aide and began speaking something out loud. “On my privilege as the owner of this contract, every being bound to this mark of ownership shall be freed. Their shackles shall be broken and their marks terminated.”

And once those words were spoken, blue fire erased the piece of parchment from existence.

“… There, done. What is the other request… honorable Lady Hestia.”

“Were you the one who ordered that attack on Carine village during last year’s harvest season? Not only did they burn down the village but they also enslaved people there… Were you also the one who laid your hands on some of the female captives?”

“… So you were the ones to bring down Narube’s group, huh?”

“Answer my question. Did you, or did you not?”

“… I did. I also spent a night with a young woman, too.”

My eyes flared up in fury as I heard him say that. I clenched my hand, drilling my claws into my scales as I felt an incredible hatred for the person right in front of me. As if he could understand my intention, Hamil stepped back, holding his hands up in terror.

“H-hold up! You cannot kill me! If you do, I will make sure you will regret this!”

“Lady Hesti—” Eshe wanted to stop me, but Saori held her back. Even the usually rational Saori was fully in agreement with my rage. Lorena was also her friend.

“No! No! Please, Goddess Aurena, save me!”

“You don’t deserve the Goddess’s mercy!” I leaped forward, a claw clad in fire shot right at Hamil’s neck, too fast for him to respond.

As my claw approached, my memories of Lorena flared up again. She became pregnant with this asshole’s baby. She had to suffer ‘cause of him. She nearly lost everything ‘cause of this asshole! Sure, she was living well with her husband right now, who understood her plight and would marry her despite being pregnant with her assaulter’s child.

As her friend, I will make sure this person would never do that to other girls ever again.

…

But it seemed today wasn’t the day for him to die.

“Emergency! Get outta here! Lycerepth!”

The police were here.

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Bio: Hey there, AbyssRaven here. I'm just an avid Light Novel and Fantasy story reader who randomly thought of a story and began writing about it.

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