Chapter 1 (1/2)

Chapter 1: The Uncle and the Loli

The moment I reincarnated into this world, I have been thinking of my designated role.

Please forgive my OCD.

I have a reason to believe that, since I’m in an old-fas.h.i.+oned setting whereby heroes set off to defeat the demon lord, roles must be defined very clearly, to the point where it’s recognizable at first glance.

Regardless of the divisions within the demon race, they are all simply treated as villains.

Humans can also be easily categorized. For example, “Protagonists”, “Side Characters”, “Pa.s.ser-bys”, and etcetera. The protagonists can also be further divided into male leads, female leads, male 2, female 2… and more.

Over here, the protagonists, indisputably, are none other than the heroes. The young heroes bring along their companions on a journey, becoming stronger along the way, and finally defeating the evil demon lord with an extremely cool skill. Aaah, no matter which world it is, people will not get tired from this sort of scenario.

The so-called side characters, are people that have certain relations to the heroes. For example, a member of the hero’s party.

As for pa.s.ser-bys, they are people who have fateful encounters with the heroes. For example, a villager killed by villains.

But, ultimately, what am I!?

Zaifhe, 26-years-old, and I run a weapon shop.

Ever since I opened this shop, countless number of youths have bought weapons from my shop to defeat the demon lord. I address them as “Hero No.1”, “Hero No. 2”, and etcetera. This number, in just two years, have already went up to 575. The demon lord is still alive and kicking, and occasionally, he would dispatch troops to hara.s.s the rear of our army camps.

Till now, I have yet to find out whether I had actually met the actual protagonist, and whether I can be considered as a pa.s.ser-by role.

Because the place I resurrected to was something similar to a beginner village, hence, basically, not many demons would come over here.

Though, this kid was an exception.

“Big brother, this…”

A little girl, who was wearing a snow-white top hat, raised up a s.h.i.+ning silver short sword.

Pale white skin, a cute face with a small amount of baby fat which only a little girl would have, and eyes deep red in color. If she were to take off her top hat, a small little horn could be seen growing out of her forehead. She wore a linen dress that’s really common in the village and a white ap.r.o.n. But, a little girl with this level of appearance, will always emit a beautiful brilliance that attract people’s attention, no matter what she wears.

If I were to use a word to sum it up, it would be immaculate. A pure white loli.

Elan, was of the ghost race. Her age was about 10, and on a certain day, she appeared at the doorstep of my shop with body full of wounds. Although I have not even asked her about it till now, but I reckon that she stumbled into this place after breaking through the humans’ defensive border. Back then, I was really given quite a shock. I even thought this girl was about to die. When she woke up, I was worried that I might even get killed by her.

“I already told you to call me uncle, right? And a child shouldn’t fiddle around with swords.”

I used my right hand which was wearing a thick glove to gently take the sword from her hands.

“Yes, but big brother is evidently still quite young, you know.”

Because I was already quite old in my former world, though I did not say these words out loud. Hence, I took off Elan’s hat and patted her head.

Like a little kitten, she closed her eyes as she giggled sillily.

“Today, I will clean with all my might as well!”

Following after what she said, I raised my head and looked around the shop. To tell the truth, the lighting in this small wooden house was not that good, and it’s not really s.p.a.cious either. A small house with about 60 square meters in size was divided into two, with the counter at the center. Two antique wooden racks were filled with weapons that were personally crafted by me. Long swords, short swords, double edged swords, battle axes, battle maces, long bows, crossbows, metal spears, tridents and etcetera. As long as it’s a weapon you could think of, they were all on sale, and the best-selling types of weapons had different models to choose from as well.

The rack behind the counter contained works that I’m rather proud of, and the silver short sword earlier was one of them. Elan’s work consisted of cleaning the building, sweeping the floor, and dusting off the displayed weapons.

Incidentally, the long swords were the best-selling weapons. As I thought, heroes should definitely use swords as their main weapon. Knives sell pretty good as well, while I was not able to sell a single axe or spear for quite a long time. Probably because everyone thought that they were not cool enough, though I did put quite some work in them.

“Aiyo, so this is the place that sells weapons? You guys come in as well, and look around for any good weapons!”

Guests, huh.

While having this thought in mind, I raised my head and looked towards the shop entrance.

A well-dressed golden hair twerp, who was about 14 or 15 years old. An apparel made with the interweaving of deep red and white silk, which looked like the clothes n.o.bles wear in the late middle ages. Following his yell, four boys who were about the same age as him walked in.

“Welcome. You can find every type of weapon here, and you’re free to choose any one that you like.”

I was not really interested in an arrogant twerp, so I supported my head on the counter and doze off as usual.

“Hmph, uncle, do you know who I am?”

“No matter who you are, if you’re here in my shop, it means you’re my guest.”

“Guest? I’m a member of the Vergia n.o.ble household nearby. I’m different compared to those regular villagers.”

Villagers? Oooh, my current role designation is a villager, huh. But is a simple villager a pa.s.ser-by? It doesn’t sound right either.

I who was currently deep in thoughts did not have the mood to continue talking to him.

After a while, I heard a clanging sound.

“Umm, please, please do not do that. It will damage the weapon…”

Elan was a little afraid of people, so her voice was very soft.

I then realized that twerp was slas.h.i.+ng two swords at each other. Because those two swords were among the mediocre products I made, I didn’t really mind. Since he’s a n.o.ble, it’s best to ignore him, and prevent getting into trouble. Hence, I planned to signal to Elan not to meddle with him.

But Elan kept staring at the swords, and suddenly shouted:

“Stop it! That’s something big brother made with his hard work, uh, I mean… it’s someone’s… blood and sweat…”

The golden hair youth raised his head and looked at Elan, spit out some saliva, and peered straight into her eyes. Elan fearfully lowered her head.

The youth snorted, and dropped the swords onto the floor.

“I, Durant Vergia, is someone who is going to be a hero! Such worn-out toys, are basically unworthy to be used by me!”

The little followers behind him broke into a cheer.

I was already at an age where I could be called an uncle, so I really did not wish to play with these immature brats.

“Then, I’m very sorry that there’s nothing here that fits you. Please find another shop.”

Giving the expulsion order, I shook my head at Elan, hinting to her that there’s no need to entertain the guests any longer.

“Wait a minute!”

The youth who called himself Durant rolled his eyes, and said to me:

“In any case, with such a small shop, you can probably only sell a little to a dozen weapons in a year, right? This young master here will reward you with his patronage. I’m a pract.i.tioner of my household’s traditional Moon G.o.d Stream. Do you have a decent rapier for sale?”

He said audaciously, with his hands on his waist.

Elan did not seem to have noticed my hint, and simply stood there blankly at the same spot. I casually picked out a decent rapier from behind me and threw it towards him.

Durant leapt towards it and easily grabbed it in his hands, as he then proceeded to practice a few moves with it.