“Yes, sir.”
Two travelers were sitting drinking ale.
One was a handsome young man with a swarthy complexion named Bui. Next to him was a swordsman with a tempered body and sharp features.
A first-rate swordsman would recognize the Jade Kingdom influence in the long, gently curved sword at his waist. But in this village, there were only those without strength who’d endured hardship these past years.
They weren’t the sort of people who would question the two travelers’ identities.
“Sir swordsman, please have this.”
A villager held out a plate of steamed fish.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’m just sorry this is all we can manage in thanks.”
“It’s more difficult for me to find food and drink than to slay an owlbear.”
“With our youngsters finally on their way home from the war, there’s no way we would have been able to face them if the village was destroyed by an owlbear.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, those of us who remained behind have a duty to stay alive and welcome home our children, for the sake of those who fought and those who died.”
“So that’s your battle, is it? What magnificent resolve.”
The swordsman flashed a white smile at the villager and accepted the plate.
The reason for the two travelers’ warm welcome was because they had defeated an owlbear that was threatening the village. The swordsman was a savior to the people here, none of whom could fight.
“This is a nice village. I’m glad I saved it.”
“I agree. Though they may have different blessings, they share the same joy.”
The two men smiled from the bottom of their hearts.
Even though so many of the tragedies that had befallen this village were their fault.
Bui’s true form was Shisandan, the Asura demon who’d once fought Red and friends.
And the swordsman’s true form was Demon Lord Taraxon.
The war had come to an end on this continent, but the demon lord’s journey here continued.
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