"They want us to go? All of us?" the monk asked.
"No, the three of us. We can't send all the hero candidates there; it would be stupid," g said.
"That makes sense. I want to see this new demon king that is causing the issues, and if he is as strong as they say," the black-haired guy said.
"Well, we leave tomorrow, so get ready," g said and left the place.
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As soon as she left the room, a middle-aged man stood there. She stopped when she saw him, looking forward.
"You know the main part of the plan, right? Assassinate the demon king candidate. If he dies, we can have an upper hand in the coming generation," the man said and slipped a small bottle of liquid to her.
"It took all the best poison practitioners and mages to craft a poison powerful enough to even knock out a hero.
For this kid, it will be very lethal. You just have to find a way to make a little of it get into his body.
He will slowly weaken and die soon after. There exists no cure to this poison, and by the ti you return, that demon will be dead.
They will want to start a war, but when they check him, the poison would have left his body using a mana-vanishing thod.
So there's no proof that you killed him. You have to do this, and if you succeed, your chance of being the leader of the heroes will rise," the man said.
She nodded her head and walked away, not looking aside or away at all. Her steps resounded at night as she walked away.
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g returned to her room. It was a simple-looking room, but with the snap of her finger, a formation activated, and the room changed into a very spacious, tal-walled room.
There were weapons and armor lined all around, mostly staves and spears.
The space in the room seed to be where she practiced.
She walked to one rack and took out a simple staff. She spun it around with ease and flexibility. When she was all ward up, a door slid open, and three wooden dolls walked out with their own staves.
They imdiately charged at her at the sa ti, but with an unphased look, she spun her staff and launched at the first doll.
"Every fucking day!" she yelled and slamd the staff into the head of the first doll, completely removing the doll's head.
"Do this and do that!" she yelled, driving the staff into the chest of the second doll. She leaped off it and spun around, hitting the third doll and sending it flying.
"Your father is the leader of the heroes; you should be too. You have to live up to his standard. Bullshit," she said in an angry voice.
The door opened again, and five dolls ran out this ti. She charged at them, using brute force to break through them.
"So what the fuck do I care if he is the leader? I, for one, never wanted to be a hero candidate. But curse my luck; I had to be chosen.
And to fuck it all even more, my father just had to be the leader. Fuck all of this. Why would I give a fuck that so demon king candidate took a kingdom?"
She destroyed another doll and imdiately moved on to the next.
"Why should I care that he has a hero hostage or whatever? Those are all irrelevant to , yet every day I have to live this shit of a life, trying to match up to Daddy's standard.
The sa bastard that doesn't even give a shit if I live or die. All he cares about is that I am a hero candidate and I have to be the best.
He doesn't rember the day I was born, or the things I like, or my hobbies. Ever since the day it was confird that I am one of those shitty heroes, he beca a different monster."
She finished destroying another set of dolls, and no more ca out, so she started slamming her staff on the ground.
"Fuck it, fuck it all. All I want is to find Mum and live happily with her, but he refuses to let know where she is, covering and destroying every piece of information that seems to be about her.
Hero my foot. I'm just a miserable human that never wanted this, dedicating my life to training and serving their will."
She struggled to control her breath as tears poured from her eyes. She stayed there for a while before finally getting up.
She snapped her finger, and the room returned to normal. She lay on the bed and gazed at the ceiling in loss.
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In Dark Dragon, Silva was busy going around to see where and how they could begin to establish certain things.
The first thing was the army. Now that all the humans were in the capital, they needed to start training so sort of army that would aid them.
But most of them lacked any sort of training, and even the beasts that he called part of his army were not really trained enough to be a real army.
All the humans that had stayed here had accepted the beasts and demi-beasts because, after staying so ti with them, they had co to realize that they were similar.
They weren't so sort of barbaric life forms as many stories portrayed. They could be civilized and also live normally and cleanly.
Under the leadership of a dragon like Silva, no one wanted to cause any trouble. They all knew that Silva was very much a ruthless person who would eradicate them in a second.
The recruitnt thod allowed for both males and females, and they were going to be trained in a thod that was vastly different from what this world knew.
Silva wanted to make soldiers and not just warriors. He wanted to make his force elite and well-trained because they were lacking in numbers, so he would make it up in quality.
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