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A 16 year old otaku who was a crazed fan of the Nasuverse was put in a situation of one of the thing listed in all otaku’s wet dreams. The Hero Summoning. Let's follow his growth when he brought something in another world that will become the worst nightmare of all. Author's Note : I don't own Type-Moon or any of it's works and also I don't own the picture if the owner wants it to be removed I'll gladly do it :3 The Awesome and mischievous yet not so lovable Author's Four Great Maxim(Current): 1.) I'll try to make the character and world building slow yet solid for a more balanced progressive time but will have enough gap and chapter size that will not have the readers feel bored or leave a bad after taste afterwards.(There would be sudden spikes of the author's crazyness but they will be only in short intervals) 2.) I'll make the characters suffer a bit but will leave some holes in their trials and problems they can dig in to without making them become more arrogant and being idiotic and have some deux ex machina prepared somewhere but I won't say it let the readers discover them NYAHAHA~!! 3.) As much as the request for romance and such I won't get to length much about it if it's harem or a perfect couple going on but I'll say this I will try to occupy the reader's taste but still remember the end result may not be much of what you like because your not the only reader the poor and lonely author is gonna try to feed and the builder of the ships is only one man and you guys were the once that will try to steer them anyway~. 4.) Lastly and more important the mischievous yet not so lovable author needs some breather also and will not be shackled and enslaved by the hungry readers Nyahahaha~!! *Cough* I need to still live in real life as much as I want to write I need to continue my own story you know :3 and I still need enough amount of sleep cause I'm a grower ^w^
"Bang!"
I opened my heavy eyes with the sudden explosion. Peering at the battlefield around me I saw the hero struggling to stand up heavily injured. A demon standing tall clad in black scaled armor with both arrows stuck to it Carrying a black hellish axe that is attached to his right arm by a black chain. With wounds and scars visible in his grey skin bathed with blood of once brave knights and barbarian warriors that fought it in the battlefield. That fiendish demon in front of the hero said it's first word in heavy and gruff voice for the first time in the battlefield.
"Weak…"
The hero stunned by the demon's words paused and in desperation and anger ignored his wounds brandished the Holy Sword once more. But it was futile for he was blown away like a child flung by an adult. The demon once again spoke but in the tone carrying disdain and boredom and with more words sharper than his assault before.
"Is this all of your world can offer? Your pitiful heroes and champions now lying down in their last breaths. Your proud warriors and contraptions laid waste in this wasteland. You guys can't even stand a Demon General and still laid claim you can take the head of our king?"
Yes, the demon in front of us is merely a demon general and not the demon king or one of his close vassals.
"And you lot even brought a weak woman of all things in this battlefield!!"
The demon roars while looking at me. Depressingly enough his words where true. For I was merely a member of the royal family of the kingdom who carried out the hero summoning. Proud of my own accomplishment in my magical talents I followed the heroes around different quests and battlefields. The demon seemingly thought of something grins deviously and looked at me directly.
"I noticed that the otherworldly heroes keep on covering you up dear princess, I wonder what will be their reaction when I crush you in a bloody pulp in front of them."
The demon general raises his axe in a throwing motion slowly while the faces of the remaining conscious people around me screamed in despair.
"Die and despair on your weakness in your next life!!!!"
""NO!!!!""
While I closed my eyes in resignation and hearing the sound of the approaching axe I suddenly heard a cool and indifferent voice.
"Rho Aias!!!"
Hearing the foreign voice, I mustered the courage to peer in front of me and I saw something that I won't forget in my entire life. A beautiful four petal-shaped shield formed from the most noble purple mana I've ever seen floating in front of me blocking the gigantic axe without cracking nor ripple. The demon stunned by something stopping his attack suddenly looked beyond my direction and roared in anger.
"Who are you dmned huma-!!!!"
The demon with a malevolent expression suddenly paused and stunned for his body that was standing tall suddenly got rained down by different kinds of swords so beautifully and artistically crafted that one after another dwarven warriors suddenly stood up ignoring their aching and injured body stunned in what they saw. While I looked at the silhouette that suddenly appeared in front of me raising a sword bathed in beautiful golden light overhead.
"Me? I'm just a damned fake…"
