Early Advent Of Heroes!
[??? POV]
I hated my village to be married to a farmer or spend my life shunned for abandoning my family.
A woman can never be a hero.
You are better just marrying the village head's son.
The words came from my mother's lips as she cut the vegetables for dinner with a faint smile as if this was some miracle.
"Do not worry, Amelia. Mother has arranged everything for you."
"Clint will become a warrior soon after passing his test to become an adventurer.
"Then you can go with him as a travelling wife and enjoy your desired life."
She looked at me with eyes void of dreams and aspirations, only the money taken from the snake's den to pawn off her daughter to live easily.
Did she believe this?
I know for a fact that Clint has no desire to become a warrior or an adventurer.
Everyone knows it's my dream to become a hero!
This is a trap...
He will use this lie and take my purity, then by the time I realised he would have already planted his disgusting seed into my womb!
Never...
I would rather copulate with a monster than him!
Nodding to the woman I would no longer call my mother, I went upstairs and began to gather the spreading equipment that was gathered over the past 10 years, using my beauty to earn extra money when selling our wares each afternoon.
Slowly my body stepped before the dull, dirty human-sized mirror and looked at my reflection with a twisted smile.
Long blond hair, curled past my shoulders, is glossy and full of life. This hair is the first curse given to me by my mother.
Men love this hair and take interest then...
My soft, small face with delicate features and blue eyes like the distant ocean known for its beauty and mystery.
I slid my hands down my figure, feeling anger and disgust for the huge lumps of flesh that still bulged out, squishing against the tight bindings I used to hide them from perverted and prying eyes...
Finally, the thighs are thick with smooth tan flesh and tight muscle...
"I am beautiful; there is no doubt..."
"... But I want to become a warrior! Not a prostitute or wife, this beauty is wasted!"
"Forgive me, mother..." I again felt remorse for the gentle mother who slowly wasted away after her father died in the dungeon.
But I must go!
In my hand, a silver card glistened with various runes and numbers.
The top left shows a picture of myself with hair hidden and chest bound, hidden under iron-plated armour.
[Al Verita] A fake name... Amelia, as I cut out the womanly charm.
[Name: Al Verita (Amelia)
Race: Half-Elf (High-Elf)
Rank: F
Level: 3
Class: Paladin (Squire)
HP: 140/40
MP: 180/180
STR: 10
VIT: 14
INT: 18
AGI: 6
DEX: 9
DEF: 22
Unused Points: 0
(Average Adult Male@ Lv5: 20 points)]
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Spells
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Judgement: - 5 Mana (Deals 50% INT Damage + 50% STR damage)
Holy Flash: - 20 Mana (Heals for 200% INT)
Vicious Smite: - 10 Mana (Deals 100% STR damage)
Divine Smite: - 20 Mana (Deals 200% INT damage)
***
"Some might see it as impressive, but I know that if I fight a group of goblins, I will die without a chance to counter them."
My eyes checked the request form I had signed up for with my current part-time party.
"Hmmm..."
As the village's light began to fade she smiled because the enemy and target was the dungeon in this local forest.
— Task Level E
Recently the Variden Forest has been teeming with extremely powerful wolves far beyond normal.
Not only that, but they seem to be (Owned)
The task is not to vanquish the wolves but to get information on the owner and their intentions for sending them into the forest!
Reward: 50 Silver Coins, +100 Guild Credit, A single Bronze Item from the guild storage.
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"Variden forest isn't the one near the abandoned dungeon with no monsters to the northwest...?"
I felt this quest would be easy; I was the one that suggested it to the kind leader who was going to retire soon after marrying the warrior of our party...
They were a stupid couple, a priestess and a warrior.
"But she was the one who saved me, and helped me become an adventurer, so tonight is my chance to repay her finally!"
***
"A-Amelia!? Save FRANK!!! Where is he.... ah... I'm bleeding... my arm....!? Why are the wolves not obeying our magic!?"
We were stupid...
Foolish!
That man's eyes were not human...
He watched as his wolves tore apart her husband, tearing his legs and arms apart, leaving a husk.
But why...
...Why?
Does his voice and presences make my body so hot... the judgment of my sword didn't work...
I no longer realised where I was, my stomach bleeding heavily from the sharp claws of the wolves that tore my cheap makeshift leather and plate armour like paper.
"W-we... never stood a chance."
My arm holding Claire felt light as I pulled her close... I felt sick.
"Ueeeh!?"
The pain of my stomach tightened as it ejected the contents of our camp meal, saliva, vomit and bile churning in my mouth before I couldn't stop it from spewing out.
I need to run.
I needed to flee!
"Haa....ha.a...."
An arm... That is all that remained of Claire...
A bloody arm still burning.
It was that man's horrific and untraceable magic... Claire's counterspel and Franks's silence... were useless.
A pillar of flames burst our rogue into pieces before landing a single blow on the monster.
"Oh my, are you feeling unwell? Shall I gather your friends to help you recover?"
He's here!
That charming voice, like the noblemen in the capital...
No!
He makes them sound vulgar, the smooth rolling of his tongue and the clear and concise words that nobody would believe this man was a demon!
I turned to face him with my stomach burning, the pain of my wounds and the desire to vomit still churning as my hand holding the rusted iron greatsword trembled.
The rattling of armour and teeth.
How could I have been so stupid, maybe Clint was a bastard, but I would have lived...
"Mother, you were right..."
"... Forgive me for leaving your side."
It was at that moment the handsome demon.
His long black horns were as dark as the midnight sky, shimmering under the stars with his cascading silver hair.
My chest raced once those golden eyes locked onto me, flames and mystical red circles constantly appearing around his body like a magical dance flame wrapped around his figure with a white shirt and black waistcoat.
If you met him on a night in the city, a woman would be tempted to sin and invite the wolf into her garden.
"I... I cannot beat you... Please..... a gentle death...."
I am a coward as a Paladin of the Light! My fear overtook my mission, abandoning Frank, letting Max die, even Claire!
Like it was natural, my feet returned away from the devilish man who silently watched me.
*Thud*
A cold, hard wall stopped me... "Ah, so my fate is this cruel."
Let's give one last try, to fight a chance to survive!
In my last moment of willpower, grasping my greatsword, I stepped forward, ready to fight him.
Don't worry, Frank, Max and Claire! I will come to meet you--
"Do you want to live?"
That handsome man's voice made everything turn blank.
I dropped my sword.
I removed my armour.
I knelt before him and looked up into his golden eyes as I quivered.
"Please! I do not want to die!"
Amelia died here.
Let her never return from now on.
I am but the corpse who serves this man!
His large body moved close to me, the sheer darkness and heat from his body causing my chest to race and my flesh to blush red.
He looked down, piercing my everything with those golden eyes.
"Ah... My master."
***
"Hueh!?"
What happened in the past 12 hours... I expected to be tortured or made to lay naked on his bed and violated until screaming for mercy...
"Come, newbie! Muru wants to eat the cooked wolf and gravy! Clean Muru's kitchen faster!"
But why am I wearing a maid outfit and cleaning his dungeon!?