"Wait, so you're telling me that you guys have a Demon King here!?"
He so wanted to squeal badly here, for the news of his wet dreams had been made manifest here:
To be a hero and defeat the Demon King
Sure, he was a part of BOR now, and this largely contributed to the fact that he couldn't go and say that he was a 'Hero' and go on a journey collecting wai- ahem- 'comrades', defeating monsters, saving people, etc., but still, even watching this would have corssd out one of his wishes from the bucket list-
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
"Sorry, yes, here I am!"
For an unknown reason, he unconsciously did the traditional French Salute, upon which he noticed that Vylara and the others were scrutinising him quite interstingly-
One very amused, the other two clearly confused
Rubbing his head, Natsuki tried changing the subject. "So...shouldn't we go and report the news to the city as soon as possible...?"
It was only then that Ducal and Mikano remembered what they were supposed to do. Slapping his forehead, Duval immediately took a photostone from his pocket, taking some screenshots of where the shadow monster had fought. Even though they were long gone and left no corpses, the lingering shadowy mist provided ample evidence for the stone pick up.
"But still, you're saying that these stones form in nature, and are not formed artificially?"
"Bro, from which backyard cave did you emerge from? Everyone in Aesold knows about the photostones. Legends say that they formed as a result of The Great War that happened 1000 years ago, back when Elves still roamed the land..."
As the duo walked back to the city, Duval began talking incessantly with Natsuki and Vylara. Both men were so engrossed in the story that they failed to notice how a certain punkish girl secretly clenched her fingers tightly...
As well as the shadow bat that was floating quietly on the ceiling
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Licking her fingers after snorting a large, dirty rag that looked very suspiciously like a worn and used boxer, Seculina looked back at the large shadow screen held up in her tent. At first, she was enjoying the side dish with her 'dinner', enjoying how that harlot with pink hair (and it was definitely not because she had thicker thighs than her!) who was strutting around with that handsome young man around her was struggling against the Tier-4 shadow bear, Tier-3 shadow lizard and bird, and that wily Tier-2 wolf.
Sure, they were mere brutes with no intelligence, but their loyalty and strength made up for it, not to mention that if she had sent one of the humanoid ones, the damn city guards would have found them out. Plus, she was always a fan of bestiality hentai anyway, back when she was still a human 1000 years ago...
It was all going smoothly, with that dratted whore cornered, ready for her to be tormented, like how those Orcs raped the women they captured...
Until the boy glowed a bright green, turning her favourite wolfy into shish kebab, not to mention those assholes barging through with blessed water, turning them all into ashes
Realising that they all had survived, Seculina's (non-existential) stomach dropped. Recognising that their return would reveal to that dratted robot of a mayor that the Shadow Army was near, she hurriedly stashed the worn-out boxer into her safe, before heading to her sister's tent, hoping that she wouldn't cook her too much...
Damn it, where did those two come from anyway...