Chapter Five: Appraisal Camouflage
I walked slowly through the ruins of the pointlessly huge castle. The place really was massive. Perhaps due to the need to accommodate monsters, the corridors were wide and the ceilings were high. I would have been willing to bet there was an entrance to an underground labyrinth behind that throne, just like in that game. If so, this was all a waste of time . . . However, when I thought of monster castles from my rich game experience, I thought of poisonous pools or mysterious barriers or all sorts of strange traps.
Just then, a strange shadow moved across the corridor in front of me. It looked at me and seemed to give a bow before departing. From a glance, it looked like a massive monster with two big horns. I wondered if it was one of the Demon Dragon’s minions. It hadn’t been an animal. It was too unique for that. If I had to choose something . . . I’d say it was a very muscular sheep. That didn’t sound right. From the castle around me and the monster I just saw, it was like I was walking through Siltvelt Castle again. Maybe that was it—this place looked like Siltvelt. If these monsters could understand human language, they might fall into a category similar to a therianthrope. If that was the case, this place really would be just like Siltvelt. In this world, those like therianthropes, who were very removed from a humanoid form, might be bunched in with monsters. We had seen that kappa, after all. Kizuna had said that was a monster. Now the king of these monsters had taken a liking to me, and so they were welcoming me here.
It all felt a bit uncomfortable.
I sensed something and turned around. S’yne was there, silent. This really was starting to feel like a horror movie. If she was there, she should have spoken up. Even if splitting up was only a ruse, we still needed to stay apart.
I might not be getting any alone time, not anytime soon.
Still mildly aggravated, I returned to the throne room as per the plan. Everyone else was back too . . . apart from Glass. Now this really was heading down the horror route.
“Okay. Everyone other than the Fan Hero has returned,” said the Demon Dragon, still talking in our heads. “Shield Hero, the relay.”
“I’m on it,” I said.
“Is Glass okay?” Kizuna asked.
“No need for concern. For now, they are simply tailing the Fan Hero,” the dragon reported. I popped a Float Mirror and adjusted things to see beyond the target mirror. The Demon Dragon also adjusted the mirror she was holding, and we got to see a live transmission of events.
Glass was walking through the ruins, on alert but not too tense. From the look of her surroundings, she was pretty far from the throne room by now. She definitely wouldn’t be able to hear us talking or anything like that.
With a roar, the dog-eared girl from the party suddenly burst out and leapt toward Glass. Glass gave a short exclamation and smoothly diverted the incoming attack, then smashed her assailant with a corner of her fan. The dog girl howled in pain, dropping onto her butt and holding her head in her . . . paws? Was I imagining things, or did she seem like a little kid?
“What are you doing, attacking us without provocation?” Ren II and the rest of his party appeared, shouting accusations.
“That’s my line. She was clearly intending to do me harm. Explain this,” Glass said coldly.
“Your line? That’s my line!” Ren II articulately replied.
“Yeah! The mean girl hit me!” the dog yapped. I wanted to slap the lies right out of her mouth myself. If Filo ever did anything like this, she’d be out on her ear, no question. Unless it involved kicking Motoyasu, of course—as it had once before. I was all for more of that. Filo wasn’t a liar; she just hadn’t been told what was going on. Once we discovered the truth, she had answered everything honestly.
“Master, are you thinking about me? I would never do anything like that,” Filo assured me.
“I know. Lies are wrong,” I replied. Filo nodded, and I gave her head a stroke.
She laughed. “I got another stroke!”
“That’s the way, Filo. Don’t copy that. Melty would get angry with you too,” Raphtalia added.
“I know, I know. But why is she acting like that?” Filo asked.
“They want to create an excuse to attack Glass. Then they’ll try to explain it away by saying the place is so dangerous they didn’t realize she wasn’t a monster,” I explained. We continued to watch the images.
“You can’t lie your way out of this,” Glass said, turning her fan reluctantly on Ren II and his party.
“My apologies. This place being what it is, we are on edge too. She probably couldn’t tell the difference between a monster and a human for a moment there,” Ren II explained. I’d not really thought too hard about what I said to Filo, but I’d been right on the money. I hated the feeling that I was starting to understand the minds of these morons. “That said,” Ren II continued, “you clearly have considerable skills and yet you chose to counterattack. I think you should apologize.”
“You are the ones who attacked first. I expect you to apologize to me,” Glass responded.
“I did. Didn’t you hear me? Now you apologize,” Ren II retorted. He was like some kind of scummy gang member—he thought just a casual “my apologies” covered it.
“My apologies,” Glass managed after a pause. “Does that satisfy you?” Immediately after Glass completed her own token apology, however, the dog-eared girl who got whacked started to thrash about.
“It hurts so much! I’m going to die! Die, die, die!” She was laying it on a bit thick—there was hardly a mark, from what I could see.
“Are you okay?!” Ren II quickly took the bait. “Hey! I can’t forgive this level of brutality!”
“Why don’t you use some healing magic? An ofuda? A potion, even? If she really is dying,” Glass responded, keeping her cool but looking despondent. Ren II didn’t even seem to hear her.
“You think you can get away with this just because you’re a vassal weapon hero? You’re not suited to that vassal weapon, not at all!” Ren II accused.
“I see no connection between your companion attacking me and my vassal weapon,” Glass replied. I agreed with her. All she had done was repel an incoming attack. And she had barely hurt the one attacking her. This was like someone faking an injury to get a payout. Glass didn’t need a guy like this telling her she wasn’t fit to hold a vassal weapon—and before that was even an issue, Glass hadn’t even revealed that she was a vassal weapon holder in the first place. Ren II and his goons all had their weapons out, looking ready to attack Glass at any moment. This was the height of stupidity, that was for sure.
“You won’t get away with this!” Ren II spouted. He was like a moth to the flame, seriously. He didn’t know the burn that was waiting.
“Hey, check it out. The girl who said she was going to die is taking part in the fighting too,” Itsuki pointed out.
“Just impossible,” Raphtalia bemoaned. Rishia made her normal stupid noise, which I overlooked. “It’s all very contrived, but I guess it makes sense within his own twisted internal rules,” Raphtalia continued.
“A fight for the honor of his injured comrade, right?” I confirmed. Launching an attack first and then complaining about the resulting beatdown—maybe I should have called him Motoyasu II. But no, even Motoyasu hadn’t gone this far. Glass was gripping her fan tighter in clear annoyance and rage.
“I wouldn’t push your luck. Just leave before you upset me any further. You can still back out of this,” Glass warned them.
“Silence! You have hurt my companion and now come back with this arrogant attitude? You have no right to order me around!” Ren II said. He proceeded to draw his sword and charge at Glass alongside his female companions. Glass flowed like water, redirecting Ren II’s sword with her fan, sliding past him while smashing him with the edge of her weapon, and then thundering another blow into the dog-eared girl as she closed in. The short exchange already produced all sorts of screams and cries of pain. Another of the party launched a fireball from the rear. It was magic from an ofuda probably intended as support, but Glass took it on her fan and sent it right back.
“My magic is coming back?!” the poor fool exclaimed.
“What?! She’s attacking us? She seems short-tempered for a hero!” another shouted.
“I’m going to defend myself! Of course, I am! Cease your insolent assault or prepare to pay with your life!” Glass was losing patience, that much was clear. Ren II seemed to think they could still win, however, and a smile spread across his face.
“You won’t be talking like that for long! Just hand over that weapon—” he started, about to jump back into the fray. That was when the Demon Dragon put the mirror down in a position from which we would still be able to observe and flew off to land between Glass and Ren II. The moron and his party observed the scene, a little perplexed.
“Stop causing trouble in my castle,” the dragon said.
“What? It talked?!” Ren II and his party looked stunned. The dog-eared girl was frozen to the spot just by a glare from the Demon Dragon.
“Holder of the fan vassal weapon, you may fall back. I will handle this, just as we planned,” the dragon said. Glass fell back from the dragon’s position, although she didn’t look all that happy about it.
“What the hell are you?” Ren II shouted.
“Are you unable to infer anything from my words? This is my castle. Understand? I normally wouldn’t even bother to converse with pond scum like you, but at the moment, I’m trying to show a softer side of myself,” the dragon said. Although I knew the answer, I hoped it was not for my sake.
“You have changed, haven’t you?” Glass said, completely ignoring Ren II.
“It’s one of the best things about me. I wouldn’t say ‘changed’ either. I’ve grown,” the dragon replied. I wasn’t sure “grown” was an apt term for it either.
“The demon king and the heroes are in league with each other?! This is insane! Unforgivable! We have to make this public knowledge, for the sake of the world!” Ren II shouted, his face a mix of tension and joy at this revelation. Now a robber was talking about protecting the world.
“Hah. It only means we are beyond the times when heroes and demon kings should fight. If you don’t understand that, there’s little more I can say—just that, in your ignorance, you are unfit to be heroes,” the dragon spat at Ren II and his party, gradually changing from the baby dragon form into something just a little more intimidating. Influenced by the Demon Dragon’s magic, the walls of the corridor—ruined or otherwise—expanded out to accommodate her new form. This castle was a real box of tricks. “There’s nothing to worry about. The holder of the fan vassal weapon will not participate in the fighting. I shall fight you, along with my minions.”
“Hah! If we kill you, then we’ll be the heroes, and the heroes working with the demon king will all be criminals! Everyone! This is our decisive battle!” Ren II shouted. His party members shouted back eagerly, seeming to think they were going to win. Their morale was high, I’d give them that . . . but I had to wonder if they could see the disparity in combat strength.
I glanced over at Kizuna, and she had an annoyed look on her face too.
“You’re not going to ask if we can let them go?” I asked her.
“I thought about it . . . but these Vanguards of the Waves have caused a lot of trouble for me too . . .” Even Kizuna sounded exhausted from trying to protect them from their own stupidity. “The Demon Dragon has given them plenty of chances to run away, and they must have heard the talk about what happens if you fight her. If they had begged for their lives, I would have stepped in.”
“They are taking this battle on, under their own free will, so is it even our place to stop them?” I added. Let them walk into the meat grinder, see if I care.
“They’re pretty much definitely Vanguards of the Waves at this point,” the killer whale sisters chimed up, identifying them immediately. There was no reason to protect them any further.
“I understand. But this isn’t bravery. It’s recklessness, surely. The Demon Dragon is at least as strong as when I fought her, if not stronger now,” Kizuna said.
“I bet she is. Rather than recklessness, I’d say they are being controlled by their desires,” I replied.
The Demon Dragon raised her claw and the monster who had bowed to me earlier appeared from the darkness.
“I, Dainbulg of the Earth, one of the Demon Dragon’s Four Heavenly Kings, have now arrived at the call of my master . . .” the beast said. That did make sense. One of the Four Heavenly Kings, he was quickly joined by two further shadows.
“I, Krimred of the Flame, one of the Demon Dragon’s Four Heavenly Kings, have now arrived at the call of my master . . .” said another.
“I, Akvol of the Water, one of the Demon Dragon’s Four Heavenly Kings, have now arrived at the call of my master . . .” said yet another. Each of them bowed their heads toward the Demon Dragon and then turned to face Ren II.
Hold on, I thought. The name was “Four Heavenly Kings.” We were missing a king!
“What about Kuflika of the Wind?” the Demon Dragon asked.
“We have heard nothing,” one of the three said.
“Okay,” the dragon replied. That was not the moment for just an “okay”! She was dragging down the excitement level here!
“You’ve left yourself open!” Ren II took the brief conversation as an opening, leaping at the Demon Dragon with a roar. He really did seem to lack self-control. The Demon Dragon raised a claw again and a magic circle appeared in the air around Ren II, binding him in place. He screamed, his party screamed, and amid all the screaming I still couldn’t make out if anyone was shouting his name. This was becoming a pattern now. I may never learn the names of any of my enemies, ever again.
“Papa!” the dog-eared girl shouted. So he’d raised her—no wonder she was such a bitch.
“Attacking someone during a conversation!” The dragon snorted. “As someone I respect once said, ‘That is not an opening, but a chance to prove your better quality.’ You failed in that chance, resurrected.”
“Release him at once!” one of Ren II’s party shouted as Ren II himself continued to scream. More of the women shouted in rage as they leapt into the fray, but the three of the Demon Dragon’s Four Heavenly Kings stood in their way. I wondered how this ragtag bunch of fools could believe they could possibly win.
“How do you know that?!” Ren II managed to exclaim.
“Because we already know everything about you. Do you see? Did you think you were special, that no one would be able to spot the truth?” the dragon mocked.
“Bah! So what! There’s no way you can hope to defeat us!” Ren II prattled, still sounding pretty confident. The Demon Dragon released her binding on Ren II and tossed him back at the women. With a grunt, he recovered, rolling across the ground to come up ready to fight some more. If he wanted to run, this was his chance . . . but we didn’t have to step in to save him. He’d brought this all on himself. I could just sit back with the popcorn (I could have really used some popcorn) and watch the fireworks.
“Hmmm . . . I still can’t say I really feel good about that,” Kizuna said, furrowing her brow as the scene unfolded.
“These resurrected were selected exactly because there is no talking to them. That’s the issue here. They can only get along with shitty women like Bitch,” I said. If they were willing to listen to reason, we wouldn’t be watching the current display. Maybe we could gather together some protobitches ourselves and use them to manipulate the Vanguards, but it seemed unlikely. Pigs might fly . . . but they probably wouldn’t.
“Even so, if we explained everything to them, they might be able to let go of these mistaken ambitions that drive them,” Kizuna persisted. That love she felt for everyone was well-suited to a hero, I had to give her that. But the ones she was feeling it for right now were resurrected, handpicked and poisoned by the puppet master behind this entire mess. Others like them had already caused so much trouble for Kizuna and her allies. Those experiences had definitely hardened L’Arc and Glass, if not Kizuna.
“If they pretend to play along, but put some other horrible plan into place, we’re the ones who will end up paying the tab. We don’t have the leeway to offer them any sympathy,” I explained.
“But still!” Kizuna exclaimed. I understood where she was coming from. I really did. But the only way it was possible was to convince them, and that simply wasn’t possible. Kyo, Takt, Miyaji, and every resurrected we had talked with at length was the same. The longer we talked, the more they sank into survival-of-the-fittest rhetoric and the less they listened to anything we had to say. Yet when we displayed our superior strength, they were quick to resort to cowardly means. If they simply took the knee after being defeated, it might at least be said they stood by their beliefs. But defeat only made them complain and struggle and cause more trouble.
To put it plainly, there was nothing more we could do. There was no survival-of-the-fittest theory that only applied selectively to those you could defeat. We’d fought them more times than I was counting now too. We were well past the time of hoping for an exception to the rule.
“Even if they did listen to what we had to say, and decided to join us from the bottom of their hearts, their heads would probably just explode,” I added.
“Sounds more than likely, from what we’ve seen,” Itsuki chimed in, nodding. That was the other issue here. If they tried to explain who they were, they were silenced by having their very soul shredded apart. The one behind them, the one who assumed the name of God, caused them to explode if anything they said risked revealing more about them. Such an explosion was definitely a possibility, and there were no guarantees that they wouldn’t just betray us. Even if we used a slave seal . . . or in this world, a slave ofuda, we couldn’t trust them.
As I was debating this with Kizuna, a change occurred in the battle between the Demon Dragon and Ren II.
“We’re not finished yet. If you think that kind of attack will take us out, you’ve got an ugly surprise coming!” Ren II raged. He was completely underestimating his opponent, or perhaps just unable to give up . . . Maybe there was a reason. I didn’t really care, but I had to wonder what was up with the guy. He was facing four big monsters, one of them the Demon Dragon herself, and yet he looked so confident in his victory you would think he had already won. Everyone around me seemed to be feeling the same thing. No matter how you looked at this situation, he wasn’t going to win. “Everyone!” Ren II shouted. “These guys are all bluster! We can defeat them, I promise you!” I didn’t know what the resurrected had been like during their lives, but I guessed they were reborn with game knowledge from when they were alive, like the other three heroes from our world. So this guy might have played a quest to defeat the Demon Dragon and thought that he knew the stats of the enemies he was facing . . . That might explain it. With his stats, though, he couldn’t ever hope to take down the Demon Dragon on her own.
The Demon Dragon had made some adjustments to the sealing ofuda system that Kizuna had employed and delighted in showing me how much she had grown. She was also receiving the growth-adjustment blessing from me, as unlocked by Gaelion, and had worked hard on leveling up. She’d even had a class-up already. I remembered her boasting about how her stats increased when she transformed. And here she was, now in her grown dragon form, far more suited to battle. She was bipedal, unlike Gaelion, which meant she could incant magic at any time.
“Hmmm. You don’t seem to think much of me . . . but maybe that’s only reasonable,” the Demon Dragon admitted to Ren II. “Resurrected! As this place will be your graveyard, allow me to share a little mercy with you. The holy weapon and vassal weapon holders, commonly known as ‘heroes,’ have a resistance to being analyzed. Even if you try to force a peek at their secrets, the best you will get is maybe their level. It’s impossible to see any details.”
“Huh?” I wasn’t sure where this was coming from, but it was true—that was what happened when I got a glimpse of Ren II’s status earlier.
“That’s why it took so long for me to get a look at you. That’s why I’ve been stalling for time,” the dragon said. Then she clicked her claws, and it was like something was repelled away. Ren II’s face visibly paled, and then he suddenly turned his back and ran without giving his allies a second look. The woman and dog-eared girl all shouted and called after him in surprise.
“This is all part of the plan!” Ren II called back. “Everyone! Buy me some time!” The women followed his orders, including the dog-eared girl, grabbing their weapons and leaping into battle.
“Hold on! I’m coming with you!” shouted one of the women. She had a bitchy-looking face, exactly the kind of woman I simply couldn’t stand.
“Can you crawl any lower, scum? Casting aside your allies and running for the hills? I have nothing more to say.” The Demon Dragon raised one hand, stopping the incoming magic from the women. The walls in the direction Ren II was running then closed up tight, and the three Four Heavenly Kings also moved to block his progress.
“The resurrected party attempts to flee. They fail to escape,” I said.
“Huh? Mr. Naofumi, you aren’t wrong, but why are you saying it like that?” Raphtalia said.
“Raph?” said Raph-chan. I guess RPG jokes didn’t work out here. It was always hard to run from boss encounters anyway—traditionally speaking.
“Naofumi, can you please stop making your unfunny jokes at a time like this?” Raphtalia asked.
“I mean . . . trying to run away? Isn’t that the joke here?” I countered.
“Why do you think he suddenly decided to run?” Kizuna asked.
“I think I know. I’m guessing he can appraise enemy stats,” I said. Various people made surprised noises. That would explain why I had seen his status, due to the reflective properties of my mirror.
“Bah! Out of my way! I know! Scroll of Return!” Ren II took out an escape item. Here in this world, transportation items were sold in stores.
“That doesn’t work on the Demon Dragon’s continent,” Kizuna said blithely. There had to be a dragon hourglass somewhere, restricting the use of other such items.
“Impossible! I paid good money for this special-order Scroll of Return, and it won’t work?!” Ren II fumed. It sounded like he had a pretty special item there.
“You are hopeless, truly. I am the embodiment of evil. You think your trinkets can work in my presence?” the Demon Dragon said. It sounded like Scrolls of Return were sealed off when she was around.
“We should get the Demon Dragon to give us that later and analyze it,” Itsuki suggested.
“A Scroll of Return that leads to a dragon hourglass in another nation could be dangerous indeed,” Ethnobalt muttered in reply. He was right. If they had something that dangerous, we would need to know and be prepared for it.
“Do you think you might want to tell your friends here the truth? That you can’t hope to defeat us, no matter how hard you try?” the dragon said. There was a look in her eye, like she was observing a piece of trash.
“That’s not what this is!” Ren II protested.
“If you really don’t want to spill the beans, you force me to do so,” the dragon continued. “This insect has the ability to view the status of others, without them even noticing it, and he decides from that information whether or not he can win. He’s only ever chosen the battles he could win . . . thus far.” That was pretty much what I was expecting. I looked over at Itsuki.
“I’ve heard of abilities that allow one to determine the strength of others. They are called ‘analysis’ or ‘appraisal,’ or all sorts of things,” Itsuki informed me. He had freaking superheroes in his home world, so I guessed it made sense someone would have that kind of quirk.
“Like being able to see status in a game?” I asked.
“There might be people who see it like that. There’s some personal differences in that side of things,” he replied. He had told me that there were lots of different abilities. “There’s also magic like that.” One of his allies during the Church of the Three Heroes incident had been into that stuff, I recalled.
“That is why,” the dragon continued, with a pause for effect, “I used a little trickery to trick his tricky little eyes and make us look much weaker than we actually are.” Turning to Ren II, she asked, “And how did that turn out for you?”
He had foolishly attacked Glass under false pretenses and thought he could defeat the Demon Dragon even after learning who she was, because what he was seeing was telling him it was all a bluff. That had actually been a trap laid by the Demon Dragon. But upon the removal of her magic and the reveal of the actual numbers, Ren II had quickly realized that his team didn’t stand a chance and made a run for it, leaving his allies behind to buy him some time, presumably with their deaths. I hadn’t thought I could think any worse of him, but he proved me wrong again. He didn’t care what happened, so long as he survived.
“That can’t be!” one of his women said. “The beast is lying, correct?”
“It has to be! We can win, if we combine our strength!” another said.
“T-that’s . . . that’s right! Fight hard and we can win! But I need some time to unleash my new technique. I need you to b-buy me . . . buy us that time!” Ren II exclaimed. His stuttered delivery didn’t help things, however. The women seemed to have worked out what was going on, and each of them started to pale too.
“You would continue this farce? Pathetic. And you think you can fight a hero like that? Hardly worth wasting the breath to laugh about,” the dragon said.
“I was just being tricked!” This came from the Bitch-like bitch at the back, who had provided support magic. “I haven’t done anything wrong! I will give you these others as a sacrifice, if you will just let me go!” She had both hands clasped together, almost like she was praying to the Demon Dragon.
“You would betray me?!” Ren II raged.
“Betray? That’s hardly the word for it. I learned of the revival of our ruler, the great Demon Dragon, so I accompanied you all here in order to serve you up to her,” the woman declared. I’d seen this kind of transformation before. We were all shaking our heads as we watched.
“There seems to be a lot of women like her around. L’Arc and Glass filled me in with the details,” Kizuna said.
“Tell me about it. Maybe these other worlds are just full of Bitch-type women,” I mused. I’d seen so many now who did the cruelest things for the most selfish reasons. If this was an average day as an adventurer, I never wanted to become one.
“Stay back, peasant. The one I care for hates scum like you the most,” the dragon said.
“That can’t be! This is a misunderstanding! Please, I beg you—” she started. The Demon Dragon whipped her tail, smacking the shitty woman in the face and sending her flying away with a scream and then a crunch. Rolling across the ground, she ended up at Ren II’s feet.
“Silence! Speak such filth again and I will squish you on the spot. If you wish to survive, stay silent,” the dragon ordered, ignoring the woman she had battered (she had probably been knocked out) and looking at Ren II instead. If he was the mouse, she was the cat—or maybe a lion was a better analogy. “I’m not about to let you escape, so come on. Attack me.” The dragon unfurled her wings, letting them get the whole “king of monsters” experience. This was all intended for me, obviously. She wanted to show off exactly how strong she was.
Ren II looked sick. From his perspective, he had just walked into the bad end of the game called life. I didn’t know how long they had been adventuring for, but they must have known there was something called a “demon king” at the end of it. They must have made some really bad choices to end up here. They were now faced with a battle that wasn’t going to just turn out to be one of those annoying “unwinnable events.”
The dragon gave a chuckle. “You aren’t wrong. If you can defeat me here, without any holy or even vassal weapons, you will indeed become known as a hero. Bring every fiber of your being to bear. This is someone who I have taken a liking to. She stood firm against me. And even with the gap of power between us, she ultimately contributed to taking me down.”
“That’s because . . . she was a hero, surely!” Ren II protested. He probably thought the Demon Dragon was talking about when Kizuna had defeated her and that Kizuna was the one that the Demon Dragon had taken a liking to.
“No, not at all. She was no hero. When an actual hero was in trouble, she put her own life on the line to contribute to the fighting. I know none more worthy of respect than her for her bravery,” the dragon replied. I knew who the Demon Dragon was talking about. Anyone who had fought the Demon Dragon in our world would likely be able to tell. It was Atla. In that moment, at my instruction, she had leapt into the fray without a second thought. I’d had a plan to win, of course, but it had still been a very brave act. She had cornered the Demon Dragon that had all of my abilities. There was no denying that achievement.
The dragon continued, “Now comes the big test. If you wish others to think of you as a hero, prove yourself. Turning your back and fleeing from a powerful foe isn’t something a holy or vassal weapon holder will smile upon. Understand?” Rishia could speak from experience on this point. Itsuki, who definitely did understand this, was looking at her. “No miracle is going to come for one like you, however. One who thinks only of himself.”
“I’ll show you! I’m not going to meet my end here! Come on, everyone!” Ren II shouted, his body shaking while he tried to encourage his retinue of women to follow him into death. Unfortunately for him, they didn’t seem interested in his proposition anymore. If they fought here, then they could surely only die. Most of them now looked pretty half-hearted in their fighting stances.
What followed was difficult to watch. Another one of the women was sent flying away, also knocked unconscious. Ren II started to beg for his life in exchange for those of his allies, a real Bitch move. Then he started to say he would bring regular sacrifices if the dragon let him go. Not so long ago he had been trying to kill Glass, and now the guy was begging her for his life. Glass did try to stop the Demon Dragon. Since she had fought this kind of enemy so many times up until now, it was too little too late.
These guys weren’t worthy of life. It was that simple, ugly though it was. And so the “fight” between the Demon Dragon and Ren II’s party came to a swift conclusion.
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