The morning Sun rose up with its beautiful candescent rays, wrapping the farmland in a warm hug. A rooster made its daily sound of waking up the slumber. The log cabin woke up in a bright light. A boy grabbed an ordinary double-edge sword and went outside with it. The morning wind blew softly against his darken hair. His red eyes barely opened. He walked towards the wooden fence to check for any damages from last night.

"Elizabeth! Get over here!" he yelled at the cabin.

A girl came out with a baby wrapped in fine cloth. Her crystal blue eyes stared at her lover. Her long, golden hair reached all the way behind her back, waving from the wind like leaves on a tree in autumn. She slowly walked to him while gently swinging the infant back to sleep.

"What is it?" she said.

Her eyes gazed at a broken post with deep scratches. She felt her stomach drop into a pit of anxiety.

"Did they took anything from our farm?"

The boy shook his head. He looked up at the sky and saw a flock of ducks flying above in a flight.

"These damn goblins are just playing with us. They knew what happen the last time they came on our farm. They won't make the same mistake,"

The boy ran past her in a hurry. Seconds later, he came out of the house with a weapon he called a "rifle". He aimed the cherry wood masterpiece up towards the sky in the path of another flock of ducks, not knowing the horrors waiting for them. He squinted his right eye on a piece of iron. He slowly pulled his right hand's index finger on a steel trigger.

BAM!

A loud burst of sound shook Elizabeth's ears.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Four more loud sounds rang her ears, and a terrible cry from the infant. Five ducks plunged to their deaths, five empty shells of metal landed on the ground. The boy whistled five times, calling a dog and her pups to action. He pointed at the field where the ducks landed. Over a minute, the family of dogs came back with a duck in their mouths, not pressing them to hard. While the boy grabbed the ducks, the seventeen-year-old mother assaulted him with her words.

"I told you not to use that thing near the baby! It's your turn to put her back to sleep,"

He smiled at her.

"We both know I'm not a great caretaker. That's why I leave you to do the domestic stuff and housework. Use your magic powers and put her back to sleep,"

"My magic doesn't work on our kind. You put her back to sleep like I said,"

"Are we going to argue about this? Damn ruby noob,"

"Just because you're a 'prodigy' doesn't mean you can treat me like dirt. I don't give a damn about being an adventurer. However, I take responsibility in my life. You need to do the same,"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Prepare breakfast and take a bath, we're going to town,"

He stormed off to a shed. The young mother sighed in disappointment. For two years they been together under the same roof. He always had the last word.

After a nice meal and shower, both of them dressed in their normal attire. Elizabeth dressed like a priestess but black with a black witch hat. Her long staff has an orb on top. The staff wrapped with serpents with green eyes. Her chest barely covered. The crystal orb turned bright red.

"O all-powerful Satan, bring me the dead to do my bidding. For they served you too and so will I. Resurrection," she chanted.

Suddenly, the ground surrounding the cabin lifted up skeletal beings. Soon, over a hundred stood in the proximity of her. She clapped her hands.

"You all know the drill. We might be gone for a whole week or more. Please keep our farm safe,"

The skeletons went different directions. Some went to a field with cows to milk them. Some went to a pin full of pigs. A few went to tend the horses.

"Alright Dante! I'm ready to go,"

Soon, the boy came out of the cabin with his gear on all dressed in a black suit of armor from head to toe. On his back was the rifle strapped on his shoulders and a large backpack full of supplies. On both sides of his hip were two smaller weapons he made. He called them "revolvers". Each of these have a larger "caliber" than the rifle but great in close quarters. In his right hand was a double-edge sword. Not an ordinary one. Elizabeth eyes shined with curiosity. She never seen him using the sword in some time. What is this special occasion to use it?

There were multiple swords called Holy Swords. Legend said these swords were created by the Supreme God. The mortal realm only knew five: Excalibur, Harbinger, Resolute, Genesis, and Revelation. He had the Harbinger known for its destructive capabilities. With a swing, towns and great cities can be destroyed in a flash. He sworn his life to find the rest of these swords and decimate them. He only knew one person who has one.

Elizabeth stared at the powerful weapon. She heard stories about the Harbinger. A sword ended thousands of lives in a snap. A sword that almost killed the Supreme God. She knew stories others don't. The Demon Lord was a hoax and a scapegoat. He was created by Demifuge Satan, the true overload of the mortal realm. She believed all he want was a world to live in without prosecution, but the Gods had nothing to do so they started a war with him. Rolling dice all the time didn't bring them satisfaction. Satan didn't want to fight a war. He didn't want to lose one either. Conflicted in this situation, he made someone to take the fall, hoping to trick the Gods. Then he found himself a suitable woman to bare his child to carry out his wishes.

"I see you holding something," she said.

She couldn't see his eyes through the helmet, but she felt it through her soul. He unloaded his gear inside a wagon being carried by skeletal horses.

"Just in case,"

She nodded her head and also put her things inside. Dante whistled one time. Only one in a low pitch. A wolf came running down the corn field with its tongue hanging out. Soon, it was at its master's feet. Dante patted the wolf's head. The beast jumped inside with its claws scraping the wood. Elizabeth touched the horses with her hands, telling them to go to the town. The carriage moved. Dante opened his backpack and laid out all of the items he has on a cloth. There was a baby carriage slowly rocking back and forth by the mother. She looked at the laid items in amazement. All of these he made. With the farm producing a lot of income, he can experiment and make things in his free time. She never spent any time at his shed to see what marvelous work he created. She hoped this is the time to know his work a little more better.

Her fingers slid across the silky cloth to a bronze cylinder object. There were many of them. She picked up one, looking at it with wonder. The shining brass object with a red tip glinted in the sunlight.

"It's a eight milliliter round I made for the rifle,"

She looked at him.

"Eight milliliter?"

He took the object from her, slowly twirling it.

"Yeah. It's eight milliliter in diameter. I can fit twenty of these in the rifle. They are designed for long-range like an arrow. The speed of it comes out of the rifle is hundreds of times more than an arrow and last longer distances. I couldn't use it on stealth missions, so I made something to suppress the sound. I also created a magnifying scope for long-range kills. People thought I was crazy to make this. They are the crazy ones. Soon, I will make something that can hold more than twenty rounds and have an automatic setting. Every month I evolved the weapon. From round balls with powder to having all of it in one,"

He held up the two smaller weapons.

"I called these revolvers. Every time I shoot, these cylinders revolve to give me a fresh round. I can shoot six rounds. For a normal person, reloading these will be a bitch for them. An experience person like me can have these reload in seconds. They don't want to take the time to learn. They will suffer on the field. Soon, these demons and other beasts will take over the world. And they will come begging me to fight them,"

He clenched the round tightly in his grasp.

"Dad was right about the Gods. All they do is roll dice and decide the fate of Earth. One day, either a spectacular snow fall or hot lava pouring down a volcano, blanking towns in hot ash. They the ones created those damn goblins and ogres and dragons to see our misery like entertainment. Even if the both of us are half-bloods, the Gods made the world to hate us. Only few doesn't be in the crowd. I wished…I wished she was here. She understand the difference between a good demon and a bad one,"

Dante let go of the round. He grabbed the sword and slid across the blade with his hands.

"I know she has a holy sword. If only I knew where her and her group are,"

Elizabeth touched his armored chest to give him some comfort.

"It's alright. As long as you know she has the sword, it will ease your stress about who is wielding them,"

She kissed him on his helmeted forehead and tend back to the infant, who was sleeping peacefully.

"What age are you going to teach Charlotte how to be an adventurer?"

He thought about the question for some time.

"About age five,"

Her eyes widened from the answer. She was sent off to the University of Cambridge-Monroe, a all-female institute in a place known as England, at age seven to master her spell casting. She became an adventure at age thirteen with her older colleagues.

"Five? I think that's too early for a child to learn," she stated.

"I was sent off on this damn realm after birth, I learned how to survive. Ironically, the beasts raised me like their own until I turned seven. For those next years, I was barbaric. I was sort of like a goblin until I met you,"

Her cheeks turned red like cherries.

"Yeah. You were a pain in the ass to teach basic ethics ,"

He looked at the large bag behind her. After she graduated from the university, one of her rewards was two magical sacks to store any item that can fit in it with unlimited space.

"What did you pack?"

She grabbed it and unpacked the items inside on a large, white blanket.

"Food, extra clothes for the both of us, Charlotte's things, hygienic items, potions, and this,"

In her hand was a glass bottle filled with white liquid. Dante titled his head in peculiarity.

"What is it? Some special milk," he said.

It took her some time to come up with an answer. Her heartbeat started to rise up.

"Yeah. It's milk from a beast called Arculus,"

"I never heard of a beast named that?"

She smiled.

"I learned about it at the university. They make sure you're well knowledgeable,"

Minutes passed as the wagon stop in front of a stone house with a sign: Clarissa's Daycare. The pedestrians walked away from the carriage of seeing the undead horses.

"Oh my God! It's them!" One yelled.

"Not too many people with that rank comes over here. You see them in the Capital or other large cities.

Dante and Elizabeth both got out of the wagon with Charlotte inside the carrier. As soon as they walked in, a young woman with orange, braided, hair came out of nowhere to greet her well-known customers.

"Hello Eli! Hello Dante! It's been a while,"

The two women hugged each other with passion. These two had been on quests that were higher than their own rank with the help of the others in the years. Dante stood their with his arms crossed over his chest. The woman looked at him with her emerald eyes. She dressed up in fine clothing.

"So Dante, you know my cotton fields needs someone to tend to," she said, smiling.

He shrugged off the racial remark.

"Nice to meet you too Clarissa. I heard the military needs cooks to feed the men,"

The two stopped hugging. Clarissa bent down to see the infant. Her face shined with astonishment and some jealously.

"Wow! She grows up so fast. All tucked in looking adorable. I wish I have a child with someone," she said, looking at him.

"Then go find yourself a man,"

She pouted at him.

"Why not? I let you lived after you pulled your stunt. I and the other seven girls deserved to bare your children for all those years,"

"You know you girls get too competitive with each other. I couldn't believe you all didn't kill each other for me,"

The two talked for a while, talking about the past. Elizabeth took out the necessary items for Charlotte. After that, she kissed her sleeping three-month angel. Although of her young age, Elizabeth vowed herself to be a great mother. She already made plans for Charlotte's education. Of all the girls in the group, she was pregnant with his child. Hopefully, she believed half-bloods like her can live in a world without discrimination in the future. She would give her young life away to see her daughter living in a better world. One day…One day freedom will come.

Clarissa changed the subject.

"When are we going to take huge quests? The other girls sent me letters wanting to know,"

Dante lowered his head and placed his right hand under his chin. Town to town, not a single Guild had quests for large parties or a high reward. The party temporary disbanded to find jobs or create business with the money they owned. Some took small quests to bring some extra income. The young parents struggled in the firsts weeks of creating a farm because the land they bought was unsuitable for crops. Elizabeth had to use spells to bring back the land back to its maturing life. The land was near an infestation of rats and insects. The couple had to deal with it themselves because they were too poor to hire other people for help.

"If there's a worthy quest then we can do it. This town doesn't look all that promising anyways. The Capital doesn't have quests for large parties or for my rank. I'm tired of farming,"

"High ranks usually be officers or generals in the military or bodyguards of high officials. Some even work in the government. I'm sure you would do great in them; however, they don't trust you because you're a half-blood and of your age. You're five years and some change younger than Eli. You can understand why they don't want a child have any connections to a government job,"

Dante sighed and waved his hand. Elizabeth handed her friend a bag of coins.

"There is one hundred gold coins in here. I hope it will be enough for taking care of her,"

Clarissa nodded and hugged her companion one last time. The couple walked out of the daycare and saw bystanders trying to feed the skeletal horses with apples. The armored boy shook his head.

"You all are idiots! First of all, the damn horses are dead! There is no need to feed it! Second, leave them alone! They can get aggravated really easy. Unless you want to die, don't mess with them!"

The bystanders moved out their way. The males blankly stared at Elizabeth with their mouths open, drooling unspeakable thoughts about her. Out of all the girls in the group, she was the youngest and voluptuous one. Waving her hand, she smiled and winked at them. She shook her hips and chest to give them something to remember before going inside the wagon. She touched the horses and the wagon moved.

"What quest are we going to take," she said, gathering her potions.

"I want a goblin slaying one. To get back in the grove like the old times,"

Minutes later, the carriage stopped in front of a building with an emblem with a sword and words under it in a blue shield as a background: Adventurer's Guild. Dante touched the wolf. The beast opened its eyelids, showing its burning red eyes.

"Alright buddy. We will be back. Make sure nobody goes in our stuff,"

Dante placed his projectile weapons inside but placed the Harbinger inside a sheath. Elizabeth grabbed hold of her staff and walked beside him through the door. People dressed in armor were everywhere inside. A group were drinking their beverages after a hard quest. New adventurers talked to each other to team up. Several old men boosted about themselves. As Dante and Elizabeth reached to a receptionist desk, the loud obnoxious sounds stopped. People gulped as their eyes laid upon them. A receptionist with brown hair and blue eyes raised her head up from the strange quietness.

That's weird. The only time it be this quiet when after closing time.

Her eyes laid upon them also. She made a warming smile to greet the newcomers. As so she thought.

"Hello, my name is Samantha. How may I help you today," the young woman said in a delightful way.

Dante laid his elbows on the desk. She couldn't see his eyes behind the black helmet. Maybe it's an experience adventurer she thought.

"Do you have any quests for goblin slaying?" he asked.

She smiled, "Yes we do. I think we only have one left for today. Look behind you on the bulletin board," she pointed, "Before you do, may I see both of your ID papers,"

Both of them placed their identification papers on the desk and went to the board. Samantha grabbed to analyze them. After her eyes scrolled their names, she saw something on their she never seen before. Her face went dark after she saw those words on his rank. She quickly left her post and went to the employee's lounge. Another young woman with lightly gold hair had her head on the table, sleeping the hours away. Her co-worker shook her arduously. Her eyes instantly opened with fear.

"What is it!? What!?" she yelled.

A paper planted on her face. She took it off and read where Samantha's finger was. Her eyes widened.

"A-A-A Platinum!"

Samantha nodded, "Here's the strange part. He's twelve,"

"Oh my. Are you sure the paper is correct? It could be counterfeit,"

"We both learned this at the Capital. A person can't counterfeit these papers because they are made of different material only known in the government and distribute by them to Guilds. Only us, the Guilds' employees, can write on these for an adventurer. Do you know what's the punishment of counterfeiting these. An adventurer gets severely demoted to citizen with no coming back. Then, they must served ten years in that notorious work camp overseas called Auschwitz. Nine out of ten people that goes in doesn't come back out. If a person does comes out alive, he or she will be registered as a felon. That charge will hurt the person for the rest of their life. For us Guild employees, the punishment is worse. We will be sent to the camp to be executed like animals. I devoted myself to have an extreme work-ethic and high morals, so I would not be in that situation," she looked at the official stamp on the bottom of the paper, "Yeah. This is official. But how this kid get up there so fast. He only been in the game for five years at the age of seven. That's pretty young,"

"I heard government officials sometimes be bribing Guilds to raise their relatives or friends' ranks during promotion time. But that's only happening in or near the Capital. We're overseas in the colonies. It got to be a fake. Go check him out to find out,"

She nodded her hand. Under her uniform, she took out the Symbol of Justice pendant. In the lobby, the couple scanned the board to find the quest. Quests were over other quests. It aggravated Dante who keeps flipping over each page.

"Do you see any?"

Elizabeth did the same thing.

"No,"

After a few more pages, He found for what he was looking for. As he planted his hand on the paper, another hand landed beside his on the board. That hand covered in armor with leather gloves. Dante turned his head to see a person with a stainless steel helmet decorated with red fur behind it and what was horns on the sides. Behind him was a girl with blonde hair with a golden staff dressed like a priestess. There was an awkward silence between the two. Dante couldn't handle the silence, so he spoke first to the stranger.

"Look here buddy. we both might be looking for the same quest, but we both know my hand was on there first,"

Without any movement, the stranger talked.

"True. What's your purpose?"

"My purpose is to refresh me and my girl's brain back to its fighting shape. It been some time since I took on a quest. Are you a guy that can handle a compromise?"

The armored stranger looked up at the ceiling for a moment. The occupants inside stared at the two.

"Sure,"

Dante smiled behind his dark helmet, "How 'bout we both take this quest together. We can split the reward. Deal?"

The strange nodded with sincerity. Samantha saw this and went back to bring her co-worker. The woman looked at the stranger with a smile, but her eyes worried for the Platinum-ranked.

"Do you think he'll fight him for it, Grace?"

"I never seen him auguring with people about goblin slaying quests because no ones wants it,"

The two steel-plated males shook hands in agreement with the terms. All four of them walked to the desk. The stranger and his companion stationed at Grace's side and the couple at Samantha's side.

"I...I mean we like to take this quest," Dante said, handing it.

Samantha stamped the quest and write the people's names on it to give it back to them. Grace spoke to the stranger.

"Hello Goblin Slayer. How you been lately,"

Goblin Slayer? I heard of that name before back in England.

"Fine. And you?" he said blankly.

"I suddenly feel sleepy and tired since last week. I tried everything to make it stop,"

The stranger, who now is known as Goblin Slayer, reached into a small bag attached to his waist. He grabbed a plastic bag filled with some green herbs. He handed it to her.

"Here some energy herbs. Put a little in a cup of tea and you feel more energize for a day and sleep better. Take daily and in a few weeks your body should be in its normal routine,"

She smiled, "Thank you,"

Samantha rolled her eyes and started to bring the problem into the light.

"Here's your papers back. I never seen people with your rank come here in the colonies. Is it a special occasion?"

Dante handed back Elizabeth's papers. His eyes glared at her pendant on her neck. She has the abilities to sense lies. I'm going to have some fun with her.

"It's nothing special. I just want to be back in the mood for quests. Don't be asking me some bullshit investigation questions. I know what you want. I know you want to know 'how does that person's rank correlates with his years of experience and age?',"

Knowing but not freaking out in the situation, she smiled to seem friendly.

"Sir, I'm under Guild confidentiality. I have no right to question about your status. I can only promote or demote based on your actions,"

Dante banged a fist on the desk. Grace and the others looked at him with concerned faces.

"I hate when pretty women like you lie in my face. A person who can sense lies is lying also. The irony in this. Look, in those five years I did things no other mortal male can do. I killed beasts that the world doesn't know. These fools in this town can't last a single night in my shoes. You are not the first ones questioning about my rank in the colonies. The news spread like wildfire,"

He slowly took off his helmet. Her eyes widened to see his face. Although at the age of twelve, his physical structure is of a man in his twenties. That was an advantage of being a half-blood demon. Half-bloods aged like normal humans but look much older. All of them looked in their twenties as soon as they hit ten and stay looking for centuries.

His bright red eyes glared at the receptionist. The black hair let down on his face. He straightened it with his hands. The dark helmet stood on the desk in front of her, keeping the gruesome tales of his adventures.

He made a slight grin, "With all of that out the way, how does a pretty young lady like you ended up working at a Guild with a prominent talent like yours? The Capital pays a lot of money in their Department of Justice,"

She blushed. Not too many males tried flirting with her because her co-worker was, as so she thought, more attractive. Grace saw this and discreetly nudged her friend with her elbow to initiate.

"Um...um...well I chose this job to help people. Sitting behind a desk with a mallet and giving out verdicts that either ruin or save their life is not a fit for me. I did have a choice of going to the Department; however, I decided to become a Guild employee and was shipped in the colonies. Sure the job doesn't pay as much, but I get paid with the knowing I made someone's day a little better," she closed her statement with a smile.

Dante nodded his head, "You rather help the people than going against them. Smart choice. A lot of judges are being killed in the Capital anyways. We are about to go so have a nice shift or whatever,"

He waved and grabbed his helmet to put it back on. The other three followed him out the door. Grace grabbed a duplicate of the quest and placed it in under the desk inside a drawer titled: Pending Quests.

"I see you blushing out there to death. You have a fresh snack out there,"

Samantha blushed once more.

"He's twelve. He doesn't look like it but twelve. He's still a minor,"

Grace shrugged her shoulders, "A lot of males are dying faster than us females. Taking one out your age range is not a crime. As long it is consensual, you 'll be okay. I mean he's the black version of Prince Charming,"

"Forget about my life, how about you and Goblin Slayer?"

Grace frowned, "We just have a employee-customer relationship. Nothing more,"

The two workers discussed about the two males. The four stood outside the carriage. The girl nudged Goblin Slayer with her staff.

"Are we sure we can trust them out of the blue?" she said.

Goblin Slayer looked down on her, "I considered a person killing goblins a friend. Besides, the more people killing goblins, the less they become a problem,"

The two walked towards the others. The girl held her staff tightly with caution.

"Don't worry. We are not shady people. Well, she's not, but I sell you off to be a sex slave in Africa in a hurry,"

Dante laughed maniacally until Elizabeth smacked him on the head with her staff. His laughter stopped with a cry of pain.

"Fuck off you whore," she smacked him again, "Okay,"

He crossed his arms and went inside the wagon. Elizabeth greeted the two with a smile to cheer them up.

"He's not going to do anything. He always scare people to feel dominate,"

"I see," Goblin Slayer said, "Come on Clara,"

The girl nodded and both of them went inside the wagon. The wagon itself once filled thirty fully armed men into a battle to fight monsters. Now it's a carriage for them. The girl saw the wolf and immediately petted it. The furry beast liked it and licked her face.

"Oh my, what its name,"

Dante saw his canine friend enjoying himself with the girl.

"His name's Lord Saber,"

While Lord Saber laid on her thighs, Goblin Slayer looked at the strange equipment laid out on a cloth. He had used plenty of weapons, but he never seen those in his life.

"What are those?" he asked.

Elizabeth laid her hands on the horses to tell them where to go. As the wagon moved to its destination, Dante grabbed the rifle.

"This is a projectile weapon I called a rifle. I was inspired from the crossbow and the cannon to create something. Of course, this doesn't have the destructive capability of a cannon, but it's more accurate than a crossbow. It can one-shot to the head of small to medium size creatures. I killed a dragon before with it, but the round went through its eye to the brain. The two smaller ones are revolvers. They have larger damaging effects than the rifle but less accurate. Give me five goblins lined up behind each other and it will penetrate all of them. Are you interested in them?"

Goblin Slayer thought about the pros and cons about the revolvers. He loved to take someone's knowledge or items to prove his killing tactics on his foes. He was a solo person for years in quests until he met Clara inside a cave filled with goblins. He wanted to make new friends to join him in goblin slaying quests; however, people were skeptical about killing goblins because they thought the green creatures were worthless and waste of time. Only new adventurers took them to prove themselves. What fools they were.

"How much?" he asked.

Dante thought about a fair price to give him.

"I don't have spares to sell. I have to make new ones for you and the ammunition. Give me one hundred gold coins and it will come with two revolvers, one hundred rounds, and free training,"

"Deal,"

The two shook on it with a firm grip.

"You don't know my name, and you agreed on the terms. Since all four of us going on the same quest, let's introduce ourselves. I go first. My name is Dante Wellington or Grim Reaper by the lands. I am twelve-years-old. I came from Cambridge, England. I am a father of one,"

After his introduction, Clara had some remarks to say about him, "You don't sound like you're twelve. And a father? I thought minors can't have children,"

Dante took off his helmet, Her eyes shined brightly from the astonishment she was seeing. Her cheeks turned bright red. He smiled at the sight.

"What? You never seen a boy this handsome before. I'm pretty sure your companion over there is alright too. You know, her over there doesn't mind sharing," he said, winking.

Elizabeth smacked him behind the head with her head. Dante got mad, but he kept his composure of fearing a hit where it hurts.

"Sometimes you need to close your mouth. Anyways, I am Elizabeth Gregory of Berlin, the daughter of King Dominique, ruler of the Holy Roman Empire. I am seventeen years of age with a Ruby rank and a mother of one. If you haven't already guess it, we are parents of one child. I attended and graduated from the University of Cambridge-Monroe in England,"

Clara bolted to her side, clinging both of her shoulders and shaking the princess.

"I-always-wanted-to-go-there. What-is-it-like?" she said with some excitement.

"The campus is beautiful. The teachers are wonderful. It's a great learning experience. I been there for five years. It cost money to go there. I just happen to be in a royal family. I can ask my father to write you a recommendation letter and pay for you to go. Now, introduce yourself,"

Clara cleared her throat, "My name is Clara Priest and I am fifteen-years-old with a Porcelain rank. This is my friend Goblin Slayer and he's in his early twenties with a Silver rank. Hey, you didn't say what rank you are?"

She pointed at Dante who was thinking about her last name. Priest! Priest! It can be. That means she is the daughter of Michael Priest But that also means she's the Sw...

He stopped thinking about the unbelievable thought to answer her question.

"You might not believe this, but I'm a Platinum rank. Yep, a twelve-year-old with that rank shouldn't exist. I'm the only one of such. This might be sudden to you, but are you the daughter of Michael Priest?"

She averted her eyes off of him. She then lowered her head, staring at the snow fur of Lord Saber. She doesn't want to remembered his name. She wanted to erase him from her memory. All the pain and suffering mentally and emotionally he brought her. Her blue diamond eyes were drowning in water of sorrow. Elizabeth's mother instincts began to consume her. She sat beside the girl to give her comfort, wiping the tears and her nose with tissues. Dante felt awful from asking her the question.

"You don't..."

"No," Clara lifted her head, "He was my father. He was the only thing I had left. My grandparents, uncles, and aunts all died before I was born. I don't know my mother and her side of the family. He was everything to me, but he was severely ill when I was thirteen. Some days he treat me like his special angel; some days he treat me horribly like a felon. He never laid his hands on me, but the repulsive words broke me. The day after my fifteenth birthday, he called me every word that degrades a female. My heated emotions consumed me and I said, 'Go to Hell you bastard. I hope I never see you again.'," She chocked on her upcoming words, "In that same day after I...cooled...down, I-I-I...found...him..."

She started to burst open. Tears upon tears began to rain down like a storm of regret. Her sobs became loud and louder with every second. Snot and drool became waterfalls of despair. She was a complete mess. Elizabeth cradled Clara in her arms with a box of tissues to wipe her face. Goblin Slayer lowered his head. Dante clenched his fists in anger.

That bitch. She left her own daughter to survive in this gruesome world. Even if Elizabeth dies and I hate her with all my guts, I will take care of my own.

A hour past on the trip. Clara cried herself to sleep and Elizabeth fell asleep. Goblin Slayer and Dante talked to each other.

"Is she's a mage or priestess?"

"Elizabeth's both. She can use dark and light magic with healing abilities. Look, I do not bring this topic out, but I somehow trust you enough without attempting to kill me. Me and her are half-blood demons,"

Goblin slayer was unfazed with the last sentence. Dante smiled mirthfully.

"Her mother was a domesticated succubus. She died while giving birth to her,"

"What's a succubus?"

"They are demonic human females who lust for men and even women but mostly for men. They desire sex and semen. There are two different kinds: the normal ones and the domesticated ones. The normal ones whore themselves out until a demon male claimed them as his sex toy. I heard normal succubus killed their first-time man. I was scared when I did it with her, but she's a domesticated one. A domesticated succubus is more marriage suitable for high-level demons. They have to save themselves for their husbands. They are more beautiful and bustier than the norms. Check out those watermelons on Elizabeth. Since she gave birth, I can milk her. Now, their hymen are more difficult to break and bloodier too than human females. I know this because I took other girls' virginity in my party, but I save that for a later time. You can tell a domesticated one anything and she will do it without any talk back; Elizabeth on the other hand talk back but still do. They are way more hornier. It's nice to see one on your dick enjoying herself in the morning. I have no problem with her doing it. There is one major setback in all of this. A child has to be born. You don't want me to get started on why taking care of a demon baby is a bad thing,"

Dante stopped talking to give Goblin Slayer some time to ask another question.

"Wait. Her father is a demon too?"

"Yep. That smart motherfucker turned into a human and is now ruling the second most powerful empire in the world,"

He thought about another question, "How many times can she use her magic,"

"There is no number limit on her magic. It all based on her stamina. She can heal small wounds to blanking a state with fire. Yeah, I saw her did it once in Russia,"

"Can she create scrolls with magic?"

"Fuck yeah she can. The more powerful the mage is, the more efficient and stronger the spell. I have some on me but it cost money,"

The wagon stopped, waking Elizabeth up. She sat up without waking Clara. Her eyes opened to see the males getting off the wagon. Dante looked at a wooden sign: Welcome to the town of Roseburg. Goblin Slayer checked their surroundings.

"This was a mine some decades ago before the miners turned it into a town for their families. It was abandon years ago because the mountain's structure was collapsing. The goblins probably used it for housing themselves, trying to keep the mountain from falling apart. That's why countries are advising people to burn their cities to the ground if abandonment comes. Don't need these vile creatures to plan attacks on us. A lot of people come through here, so the goblins don't set up guards on the outside," Dante said.

He saw Elizabeth getting off the wagon.

"Hey baby, can you do your Search to see how many are in there and any people?"

She grabbed her staff. Tapping two times on the ground, she said her chant.

"O merciful Earth, let me shine this power to save the weak and help the strong: Holy Search!"

Soon in her head, she saw lights of beings inside and under the mountain. She saw the structures in light. The dark were the spaces filling the void. She counted each individual light and told what were they.

"There are three thousand and twenty goblins, thirty shamans, fifty hobgoblins, three goblin champions, and one skeleton lord. I think that's Dager again. I don't see any other races,"

Goblin Slayer behind his helmet look stunned. He wished he or Clara have the ability to do that. Elizabeth fell on her knees and had both of her hands on her head.

"You know using that hurts, right?"

"I know,"

Dante went back to the wagon to grab an empty, magical sack. He helped her to get up and put her back inside the wagon. Dante usually grabbed his rifle and revolves, but he knew he is there and a decent number of enemies are inside.

"Hey Slayer, how about you sit this one out,"

"No,"

"I just don't want you to get her for what I about to do,"

"I came here to slay them,"

Elizabeth saw her lover only have the sword on his hip. Is he going in all by himself?

"Hey Goblin Slayer, I think it's the best time for us to leave,"

"What?"

Elizabeth snatched him back inside the wagon and smacked the horses. The wagon moved hastily. Goblin Slayer wanted answers quickly.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Do you know the Holy Swords?"

"No,"

"Okay. There are five Holy Swords known to Man. He has one of them called the Harbinger. The Harbinger is known for its destruction. The other holy swords can destroy things too, but this one takes it to a next level. It be nothing left just a huge crater. You don't have the appropriate armor to cancel the damaging effect of the blast. He does. From your nickname, you seem like a person who likes killing goblins, but today is not the day. Unless you want to end up as nothingness, I advise you to stay with me,"

The bumpy ride woke up Clara. She rub her eyes to get a clearer view. She saw everybody else except for Dante

"Where is that boy?"

"Oh hello, I see you are awake. Let just say you will see a bright flash of light in twenty minutes,"

Tens of miles away from the valley, three girls were riding armored horses. One had a map in her hands while her staff was dangling from her horse's bag. Another girl has a blue bow-tie tied to her brown ponytail. She was tired from catching the group's meal. Another girl with brown eyes, red hair and a yellow ribbon looked at the magic user.

"How far are we? I can see the mountain from here?"

"Hold your horses. We still have another five hours to go. Besides, no one is brave enough to go to Roseburg,"

"Unless it's him. Am I right leader?" the brown-haired girl snickered.

"Shut up! I only dreamed about him one time! Just one lousily time!"

"Dreamed about him putting his Excalibur inside of you,"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The girls bickered on their journey, not knowing the catastrophic disaster waiting to happen. In front of the cave's entrance, Dante tapped the Harbinger on the sides to see the vibrations of twenty goblins waiting for him. The smile on his face was a smile of feeling superior after a long time of being dormant. He could not wait to bring death inside the mountain. He could not wait to be bathed in blood. He wanted to bring back the fear in his name: The Grim Reaper.

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