The Statue of the Goddess Freya As Weed and his teammates came closer to the lizardmen’s stronghold, the number of monsters falling in their way increased rapidly. “We already took down more than forty lizardmen…” “We’re still at the border. How many more do you think are gathered deep inside?” Irene and Romuna spoke in [...]
Land of the Myth Ghandilva the Elder of Baran Village was in a dilemma. The Village home to five hundred households. Baran Village had once been a peaceful village in the southern province of Rosenheim Kingdom. It has been invaded by lizardmen as of late. The villagers had dispersed, while some of the women had [...]
Weed’s Role in the Punitive Force The punitive force bound for Village Baran! Located on the borderline of human civilization, Rosenheim Kingdom was surrounded by monsters. The kingdom fortified the walls and organized militias in frontier towns, but the annual feasts by goblins and Orcs that raided to pillage autumn harvests were still rampant, which [...]
The City of Heaven A pub. A place that was usually filled with hearty laughter and clamorous noises had been silent for the last few days all because of a single man, Volk. He had a scarily massive body, but what was scarier was his face. Considering that someone whose countenance could make an Orc’s [...]
The Fated Profession As was his routine, Rodriguez was taking an afternoon walk. He enjoyed checking on his neighbors and deepening their misery. "How are you, Hans?" "Fine, Counselor." "What is the best fruit today?" "This one. Please have some. Fresh strawberry, sire." "Thank you." Rodriguez’s steps were light. For one thing, he wasn’t pestering [...]
Maestro of Battles The Lair of Litvart was at the entrance of Grave Mountains, a three hours trip on horseback from the Citadel. The colt Weed was riding on occasionally diverted off course, and even chewed on grass leisurely. He had to cajole it to stay on course. In front of the lair, a soldier [...]
Over a Barbecue Rodriguez was afflicted by a serious disturbance. Gripe It was the sixth day. Weed was still sitting down right across from the manor. Rodriguez in his seclusion had been aware of the presence of the intruder from the first day. Rodriquez bet that Weed was busy selling his statues to customers. 'I [...]