1 I just got here, and there's already an escort quest!

I looked down at the little mortal who chose to summon me, curious as to how he even discovered the ritual necessary to bring forth a demon of my caliber, even if I had newly reincarnated and could not bring much power to bear.

"Please... just protect my sister..." the mortal begged, seemingly on his last breath.

Well, isn't he a polite mortal, most of them just stated their demands before I either killed them or went back to the chaos realm. I didn't see a reason to refuse him, as I needed an objective to ease the monotony of regaining my power.

"Sure, it's not as if I had anything to do anyway" I replied.

My summoner looked thrilled, before promptly breathing his last. Oh well, guess I'll have to look through his memories. Not the first time something like this has happened, probably won't be the last either.

Quite the interesting life he's had, I must say. Father died in a dragon attack, mother getting turned into a vampire and being hunted down, and now some creepy old king is eyeing his sister. Well, before breaking in, I might as well take a human form.

I chose to dress in my usual meatsuit, a 180cm tall young man with long white hair tied back in a ponytail, with pale skin and green eyes, the rest of my body covered in slim black tattoos starting from the chest. Over all this was a black set of clothes, with a hood and mask for when I want to feel mysterious. Time to set out, I guess.

Jumping from rooftop to rooftop with ease, I took in the view of the hundreds of wood and stone structures making up the city. Populated for a port city I guess, with enough crime and corruption to match. At least I hope so, or it would be so boring to play here.

After several minutes of my one man acrobatics show, I saw the manor that my client's sibling was held in. It had seven guards in the courtyard and at least four more on the surrounding walls. Now the more important part is whether or not to be a sneaky and sardonic bastard, or just a plain old bastard. Eh, fuck it,; let's go with the tried and true method of of storming the gates while vastly outnumbered.

As I walked up to the manor gate, I concentrated on the flow of mana around me, drawing it to myself and absorbing it. It's not that I need mana to cast magic, as my spells and such use more primal energy, it simply could act as a constant healing agent in my body.

"Hey, You, no trespassing on His Majesty's property!" shouted one of the manor guards, readying his poky stick.

My reply, however, appeared quite contrary to his expectations. For those who wish to know, my polite response was a vicious kick to the family jewels, followed by the appropriation and subsequent use of the poky stick. Actually, let's go with spear from now on.

So after stabbing throwaway crony 1, his distant relative, throwaway crony 2 witnessed his corpse and rang the alarm. As he did that, I gathered some balefire on my foot and kicked down the gate. Oh, and for the uninitiated, balefire is black and green flame that is corrosive in nature. Though, with an experienced master such as I, one can do any manner of things. But for now, let's just go with the basics. Oh, and while I'm on the topic, I just realized that this is an escort quest. Fuck.