81 A Superfluous Bargain (2/2)

”Stop it... both of you. You're only shaming yourself... Now, can you go find some cliff and fall from there? That would be your final mission.” The King replied, with a smile alike to that of what someone would usually express when they want to be treated at the cafeteria.

”TSK... PLEASE, LORD! THE KINGDOM OF AURELIUS IS MY LIFE! PLEASE JUST LET ME STAY!” the hero pleaded, crying his heart out in the maroon-coloured cape of the King.

”Hmm? Then defeat the novice right here and now. Prove me your significance once again.”

”B-bu...”

”But what? It's impossible?”

”N- NO MY LORD! THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS IMPOSSIBLE WHEN FACED AGAINST ME!”

”Then do it now...”

”A-ANYTHING FOR YOU MY LORD!” With sweats coming right down his stressed-out facade, he then took hold of his sword, but this time, with only one arm... The priest on the other side, however, stands too corrected to move. He stood at his current position staring to the afar, refusing to believe as to how fast he lost his 'maybe' hard-earned title.

”BE READY YOU NOVICE!!! I'M GONNA MAKE YOU BOW TO THE KING!” Determined to showcase to the king his overall worth as a renowned hero, he tightly held his bone 'soul-taker' weapon then left the congregation of the three million, charging towards me with his greatest individual power ever, even without his satirical immortal dead pet.

In the distance, I was also getting ready to fend off the attack myself, but...

”Raise!!” The King commanded those that held archers in his back, raising his authority-striven right hand... They then raised their individual bows high up on the air, and then like stars, seen from my perspective, these arrows made up of thunderbolts came to be.

”Fire.” With only his word as a verdant ground of authority, the archers then fired, without even a taint of mercy for the hero they know...

Like a cascade of thin thunderbolts, the arrows fell from the sky as it struck the hero through ad through, pushing holes in his body...

”Jobberwock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

'Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The priest snapping out from his inability t believe the events and as well as those assassins and some fighters, seeing their revered hero pierced by innumerable arrows, shouted in desperation.

The hero, losing blood at an unprecedented rate, died standing in the cardinal battlefield almost instantly with eyes opened.

That's what you get... Not for your incursion and failure of trying to abduct Shiro, but for trying to prove your worth to someone else... So, a nauseating social system like this also exists around these part of the realm huh.

It's too much a superfluous bargain...

”Now, I'm sorry for that excess commotion, Feudal Overlord, who is also a novice from the second realm, chosen by the divines to partake in a war to decide your race's fate.” The King said as he is still riding in his royale-seeming black Pegasus.

”I accept your invitation to our first grand masquerade! Although I doubt, if you've ever get out alive. It may be, that this little welcoming party will deprive you of your right to continue partaking on your divine game any longer. I am King Aurelius the Fourth! Leader of the sovereign Kingdom of Aurelius. I am here to reclaim our Angel whether it be with or without fatalities!”

The King added proudly, as the priest and some of the hero's loyal men was left stunned of the sudden death.

I then looked at Shiro, as to how she's coping up with the scenarios... but the moment I looked her way, her facade was something that she did not own. A sober-looking face that not a little kid in such an age would be capable of doing under the circumstances.

”Who are you?” I asked, feeling sure that it was not Shiro who I'm speaking to.

”I believe that this is our first personal meeting, oni-chama. I am Shiro-san's counterpart and have lived inside her body the moment she was born... I am the Synthesized Angel of Healing, otherwise known as, Kurenai, also the one who these noisy kingdom company seeks. Hajimemashite, oni-chama!” (English: Nice to meet you), the girl answered, acting out like Shiro's second ego.

”Same here...” I replied prudently knowing that there's no more room for a decent discussion and being cognizant of the fact that a battle against these millions is not yonder as the king himself started to draw his majestic sword from its place,

(Anime epic and intense suspense ost starts playing)