V5 Chapter 106 Revolution Summary

" *Tired sigh* It all started back..."

Darzirak begins with a huge sigh. The flames of the west side of the village rose higher and lit up the night sky as if the sun was rising from the window behind him. The sound of villagers screaming and running around in panic echoes in the background. Darzirak ignores the utter chaos and madness happening outside as he recalled back to 3 hours ago.

" There I was! Back in Percy's shabby home! Amon dying on the bed as he moaned and groaned! Percy's daughter-in-law was tending to him and I kinda spooked Percy. By coming in through the window since he was sitting next to the window but facing Amon.

Anyway, I swooped in like an angel bringing Amon back from near death with the potions. Suddenly something got caught in my throat and I had to cough out all the gold I adsorbed to get out what was stuck in there. Turns out someone slipped that furniture jewelry into the bedsheet. I have been choking on that since I spat out the blanket. Strange though, I don't recall adsorbing something so small and I wouldn't normally do so for such tiny items. Really! Messes with my throat."

Darzirak complaint as he rubs his throat with a paw. Philomel was confused at first since she had taken all the furniture jewelry and it was kept in her pouch the whole time. Her mind then clicks as she gave a quick glance to Little One realizing what he had thrown back while she was picking the lock.

" Then suddenly old man Percy spring up from his chair and started spouting heroic stuff. Went on and on about taking back the village from the Lord. To which he asked for my gold and help. I of course agreed, in exchange for the soul of the person of my choosing in the village. "

Darzirak retold the tale in a much more upbeat tone as if he was the hero of the story.

" Darzirak!!!"

Amon interrupted with a stern annoyed expression.

" How dare you to ask for the soul of someone!"

Amon scolded.

" Apartment, you know the terms of our agreement. You have no power over me on who I tempt and those who agree with my terms."

Darzirak reminded with a smirk. Amon felt speechless since couldn't do anything about it. Philomel silently observed the interaction of the two before finally understanding why Amon's bond with Darzirak was so weak.

" With that the old man took the gold and his daughter-in-law, planning to use the gold to bribe all poor desperate villages to join their cause. While I sat there and waited for Amon to gain consciousness, then made sure he came here safely. Felt Percy calling me so I left Amon. Percy had gathered everyone but didn't have any weapons. Then I teleported into the basement, broke through the mansion's wall, gave them all the weapons inside the basement and that was that. "

*Screaming*

Darzirak ended his tale with a smile and nod as a random guard that was on fire ran past the window screaming in pain. Philomel stood there staring down at Darzirak with a pale face unable to believe that Darzirak just gave hungry, desperate villagers a kingdom worth of magical weapons, armor, and normal weapons. Amon was completely oblivious to the contents of the basement, and couldn't comprehend why there was so much chaos and mayhem, happening outside.

" You sure you didn't do anything more than that? We saw you hiding in that fountain, earlier."

Amon accused as he crossed his arms.

" Oh, after I gave the weapons to the villagers, I was making my way back to the inn but then the guards and knights saw me and targeted me since they recognized me. "

" And you didn't shadow teleport because of this?"

Amon guessed as he picks up the extremely aged bone marrow mana potion. Darzirak nodded furiously as he stood up.

" It's the best mana potion I have ever seen so I stole as many as I could. Now if you will excuse me, I shall put my prize away."

Darzirak chimed as he took the potion from Amon and disappeared into Amon's hand.

" Soo... that just happened."

Philomel commented as she bounce Little One in her arms.

" That did..."

Amon added, his tone held much disbelief as the two of them gazed out the window, watching the Lord's mansion burn in the car distance and watch the nearby building catching on fire.

" Should we do something?"

" Do you want to? It is more of a village problem rather than our problem, your exhausted and I just survive a life-threatening situation. I don't want to jump into another. Not to mention the people to help us, are the ones setting fire to everything. "

Amon pointed out with much reason.

" Wow, you don't want to go do you? Just a no would have sufficed."

Philomel said with a giggle as she turned away from the window and sat back down on her bed.

" I mean, after looking at all that? Would you blame me?"

Amon questioned as he pointed at a villager laughing like an unhinged maniac, madly swinging around two blades and backflipping off the rooftop to land right on a knight. Both of them stare out the window, watching the crazy villager wander out of sight, wondering what the hell was going on out there. They soon turned to look at each other and seeing each other's shocked expression, made them chuckle. Amon sat down next to Philomel, taking Little One from her arms and into his.

" You sure about this? Whatever happens to begin a hero and saving people? I know I told you to throw away whatever sense of morals you have but we don't have to for this situation. Not all those knights are evil, they are just working for a corrupted boss. We could help save them if you want."

Philomel informed as she peered into Amon's face, knowing that doing this would help Amon fulfill the life principles that his father imprinted on him. Knowing that saving someone would turn his mood around. Even though they have to be the bad guys for the rest of the world by the end of this quest, doesn't mean they have to be actual villains throughout the whole quest.

Amon fell silent as he stared down at Little One, watching the baby trying to open his pocket and take back the rock. Amon thought for a moment, wondering if this was his chance. If this was his calling to finally come on from the sidelines, to rise from the others in power, and finally be acknowledged as a hero. Standing tall as he received the valor and fame that came along with it.

" You know what? Yeah. I'm sure. I don't want to fight against the people who helped us. I don't want to save knights who helped injustice and unfair leaders remain in power. Besides, the only person I was seeing me as a hero. Is this Little guy!"

Amon informs as he carries up Little One and blows a raspberry into the baby's cheek. Little One squealed in delight as he squirm in excitement.

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