35 Who's Your Master

"I, Katrina swear to the heavens that in this life I will kill the stranger before me!"

Blood boiling, there was the understanding that she was powerless against absolute strength.

So what?

Accept defeat without doing anything at the end.

Refusing to accept such an act, Katrina swore that she would make through this calamity to exact revenge on this man before her.

Dean saw the resolve inside her eyes and smiled even wider.

"Go ahead. I dare you."

It was not due to her determination that allowed her to live this long but the sheer fact that Dean will profit from that anger.

Her first move will be to rouse social outbreak, painting Dean as a villain who randomly harms the innocent.

Shading evil with good and reversing the truth was the only thing a personally weak person could do.

Why rely on yourself when others can do the task for you.

The simple thought was extremely predictable for those that were desperate as those from an outside perspective will see through you like clear glass.

Hearing the sudden permission from Dean, Katrina gave another leer at him before immediately running.

It was heartless to the dead corpses that littered the field but why should Dean care.

He just basically earned a set of armor, shield and two daggers.

Seeing that Katrina was able to leave scot free without any difficulties, Lirgo thought that it applied to him as well but Dean laughed

"Where do you think you're going?"

A chilling voice resounded behind his back.

Logic told him to stay and try to negotiate his life but instead he made a run for it.

As long as he could run away from this demon then it was very unlikely to ever meet with him ever again.

It was unfortunate that idea lasted for so long as the sensations of his legs faded causing him to trip on the grass.

This allowed time to check why his legs weren't moving.

For each knee he owned there was a knife that stabbed the dead center and completely pierced through both sides

Those same knives were the daggers Kellie had owned but was taken by Dean.

Katrina had already ran away into the distance and didn't dare to consider what commotion was going on as she had already planned her escape.

Lirgo was left to now accept his fate that could only be played by Dean.

"Who's your master?"

Dean started his interrogation and this was the one thing that bothered him the whole fight.

If he had a strong background then Dean had to chill with a mask for 5 minutes otherwise he could just execute Lirgo right now.

By having a calm and cold tone, Dean's voice would have a menacing undertone that would certainly make sure Lirgo wouldn't lie.

In a situation where he saw all his friends died, Lirgo conceded.

"I... I have no master. I'm an only childfrom a rich family."

Thinking that Dean may want him as a hostage for his wealth he decided to say the truth that he came from a rather rich family.

It was an interesting response that simplified Dean's problems

"Oh, is that so?"

With that their ties were severed with a single slash to the neck.

Lirgo had no need to be alive and Dean just ended his problems.

The immense humiliation and mistreatment created anger inside of Lirgo while the slash was still deadly, it was shallow.

Not enough to kill a life, enough to scar for life.

Knowing that he had to risk everything, Lirgo decided to use a technique that would burn away your life for a burst of power.

If he had a stronger background then there might be a more suitable manual to explain and decrease the amount of life force lost but at this time he didn't care.

Rushing towards Dean he screamed.

"Hammer of-"

Dean felt that at this point the group he faced against were purposely trying to die in the same way.

"No one yells out their attacks."

To him, it was essentially a mistake that could cost his life if he did exactly what Lirgo did.

Running back to his campsite his stew was simmering just fine.

Dipping the ladle and giving it a quick taste, Dean smiled with happiness.

"Needs more soy sauce."

...

The same tavern without any advertisement was still lively as usual.

More people brought corpses and finer wine was now created while hunters were earning a large amount of profit.

It was an overall win-win situation

There was now a new edition to the tavern as on the East Wall was now a Board of Monsters.

Naming many strong students that currently hid in the Hundred Thousand Beast Forest, to be killed or warned against others.

One poster described an assassin known as the Shadow of the Night.

The description follows:

"A strong foe who uses illusions that allure prey before being beheaded using the Ivy Dagger. Once scathed by the tiniest hit, one shall be poisoned and tormented by an unimaginable amount of pain worst than death."

Bounty: 60,000 gold pieces.

Although this was a board for people's heads, many would still not take the risk as first they had to be stronger than their target.

That's great, until they realize that this person could have a strong backing.

In the event you try to hunt a person such as this then their was only one result: Death.

The tavern would release a new poster after every few days as people would have to compile information on a new target.

One such poster had just been pinned onto the wall.

People had begun to crowd around the paper

"Have you heard of him?"

"No, I don't think so?"

"What did he even do?"

Reading further they felt that it was an easy target.

Insane Beast

"A mad demon that kills the innocent for no reason. Using his Black magic from Satan he compels enemies to allude themselves to death."

Bounty: 10,000 Gold pieces