Sarah's Conviction

"William is a... complicated man." The maid sighed eventually. Michael could already sense a sorrowful backstory coming up.

"Out with it. I don't have all day. Personally, I would rather lay waste to this place than listen to a boring story." Michael spat out.

The maid's hands trembled at Michael's words. She bit her lip and lowered her head, which was something that would be noted as rather uncommon among strong people who had strong wills.

Sarah was a rather young mage, with her being in her mid twenties. At the young age of eight, she had lost her parents to some wild D rank creatures. Just when she had thought she was going to die, her hero arrived. A fit, young man, with a head of long, brown hair, and bright red eyes that shone with bloodlust, burst into the clearing where she had been cornered by a pack of hungry Blood Wolves.