First Cliche
[A/N: One good reader of mine suggested that there was too many jokes in my chapters, so I reduced them a bit. TBH, I never would've thought that this story will blow up like this, thanks for the support guys.]
After hopping around and investigating the area more, Nacht finally tracked down the people inside the forest. These were deeper parts of the forest where only mana beast couples came to have some 'private' time.
Nacht and Gimo sensed quite a few mana signatures bunched up together. Using his shadow magic to erase his presence. He started to approach the said group. One can never be cautious in these situations. If you ask a wise man what's worse than doing a crime, they will say it's being innocent and getting caught up in it.
After wandering around the perimeter like a total creep, he got clues that the group situated here were either bandits or slavers, where latter being the most practical answer.
One of the bandits was casting an illusion barrier to block off the monsters. The group would never have thought that a battle maniac emo creeps with a fetish for heroism would have crept up close to their barriers.
The bandit who used the illusion magic was neither skilled nor had ample amounts of mana. He was just doing the bare minimum like an average salaryman. The bare minimum meant that the mist barrier would act as a solid wall that blocks sights from both sides.
Usually these barriers were okay-ish, but right now, there was Nacht, and his pet devil was lurking around the barrier as if destroying these slavers is the most entreating thing in this life.
If one could see this scenario from afar, the slavers looked a bit too innocent in front of the devil and his Master.
'IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS?'
'MY FIRST TIMEEEE!!!' Nacht was grinning like a child that strictly needed 'special care.'
{We are not going to fuck the bandits, Master. I mean, we will fuck them, but in a different meaning... Fuck it, let's just go and kill them} Gimo said, seemingly getting annoyed by his retarded Master's antics.
"Many mana signatures are coming from inside. It will be a pain to handle them all," Nacht said in a lazy tone.
{Let's try our first move, 'Shadow Clones'}
Nacht nodded and merged his mana with the little devil on his shoulder. In a moment, a new Nacht identical to him formed from shadows and devil energy. And a small horn protruded on Nacht's forehead.
"Oh yea, these are the real ones babyy!! Yellow boy ain't got shit on me," Nacht excitedly shouted as he remembered a specific character from his past life.
Seeing this outburst of his Master, Gimodelo, who was a bit taller now, with a Ram mask on his face, sighed.
There were, five make-shift bandit camps formed in an 'X' pattern inside the barrier. The middlemost camp, surrounded by the other four, had over 10 prisoners, all women, who looked like they had been taken from some village.
These were the residents of Tenby, one town that lies on the border of Forbidden Area. Lying this far from the capital, even magic Knights don't show up in this town.
Living this secluded from the outer world, these towns become the best target for the bandits and slavers to plunder and sell the women as slaves to nobles near the main cities. They do it without major repercussions as many of these small towns aren't even known to the Royal Family.
In this pile of locked-up prisoners, one girl appeared to be more special than all of them. The girl, who had lifeless murky eyes, had pointed ears, which was different from all of the settlers of the village.
But the girl can't even remember her name anymore. People of her village considered her a monster, not only because of her unique looks but also because she could use magic proficiently.
While the peasants and commoners were rarely gifted any mana to fight with. This girl was so monstrous that she could move water elements by her will. It looked as if the element itself was protecting her.
But the villagers considered her a monster, a freak of nature. They feared her. She had never met her father, and even the memories of her mother became blurry and distant. And now, the villagers always call her a freak or a monster; she even forgot her real name, as nobody called her that after her mother died.
When the village was attacked, she tried to retaliate. But no matter how overpowered she was in front of these peasants. A weak untrained kid could never fight against someone who has a grimoire and can decently deploy spells.
Luckily, her body was malnourished and dirty, or else these lecherous bandits would have seen her beautiful golden hair and bright purple eyes.
Everyone heard a boom inside the camp; inside the prisoner's camp, the girl lifted her head up. She listened to the sounds of commotion outside. Screams and sounds of explosions were coming from outside the camp.
She had heard these sounds before when her village was getting slaughtered. And now, she could guess what was happening outside.
After a few minutes, the sound of screams and explosions muted down, and a figure entered the prisoner's tent.
The figure was clad in black shadows and had two horns on his head. The girl saw this figure and was attracted to the amount of pure mana in and around his body. It was similar to her; she had never met another being that had this. This gave her a sense of belonging and a warm feeling.
She then noticed that everyone inside the tent had passed out except her. The shadowy figure approached her. The black smoke and mana gave the shadowy figure a scary but royal look. And after a minute of silence. The person said, "Become mine, for I shall give you what you desire."
She didn't know what came to her and just nodded her head.
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[A/N: The main character's goofiness is part of his personality, he can never not be funny. So to make the chapters less goofy, I did the next best thing, show the world from other's perspective. Hope you all liked it.]
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