"He's... back!" A moosh suddenly yelled, unable to contain his excitement.
The others looked at him with skepticism, not knowing if it was their place to celebrate.
Hanzo turned, "Celebrate, people!" He said with a bright smile, "Your Mayor has returned!"
People's eyes lit up with awe... and after a second of silence, the entire crowd suddenly erupted into a reverberating roar of excitement.
Malon rose from his father's embrace.
"Wow... you got old. Have you found a wife yet?" His father suddenly said, chuckling slightly as he pushed himself to sit up. Searᴄh the NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
"W-what? No... I haven't." Malon replied, slightly thrown off by the question, but happy that his father hadn't seemed to have changed one bit.
His father's eyes quickly filled up with astonishment as he saw the entire room filled with knights, common folk, nobles, and all.
He scanned through the crowd and felt a warm bud of joy light up within him.
"My people..." He began to say as the crowd calmed down, "It's good to be back. I'm sorry for taking a short break like that... It won't happen again!" He said before laughing wholeheartedly.
Many people in the crowd felt emotional, tears beginning to pour out of their eyes.
Hanzo looked around, 'What a leader... after all his years of suffering, he decides to make sure his people aren't worrying about him. Instead of wanting any attention, he gives it all to them. Like how a great father is a pillar of strength for his children.' He thought to himself with awe.
At that moment, a group near the entrance began to make confused and shocked murmurs.
Tyr entered the room with Mano slumped over his shoulder. As the crowd cleared the way, he made it to where Malon was.
Sir Hevest furrowed his brows and donned a serious expression as he saw Mano.
"Father..." Malon said, grabbing Isavior from the crowd behind him as well.
Tyr and Malon made the two stand before Sir Hevest, both clearly beaten.
Sir Hevest remained silent.
"Uncle!" Malon exclaimed, forcing Isavior to awaken from his painful slumber.
"Admit your crimes... and you won't be punished with death."
It didn't take Isavior long to admit his plans to destroy the country for his own gains...
Sir Hevest did not react, keeping his same very serious expression as his eyes panned over to Mano.
"Brother! You must now admit your evil..." Malon exclaimed as Mano's eyes swept through the crowd nervously.
He faced his father with bitter eyes of fear and hatred.
"I..."
He paused, raising the anticipation of everyone present,
"I... HAVE NOT DONE ANYTHING WRONG!" A spike expanded out of his back--thrusting toward Tyr's chest.
However, Tyr grabbed it before it touched his skin and stopped it.
Mano aggressively thrust Tyr's hand down and escaped from his grasp.
He dashed to the side with everyone's eyes on him.
"Come on... work already..." The moosh seemed to say under his breath.
"Work? What do you mean work?" Tyr questioned, "I have heard of unstable pills for a while now..." He said, garnering a slight smirk from Mano.
Many who saw this smirk understood what Mano had done now, including his father, Hanzo, and Malon.
His body began to vibrate uncontrollably out of nowhere, as cracks formed across his skin with a deep purple glow beaming out of them.
"GRRAHH!!" Mano screamed in pain as his body was ripped apart. He morphed, his arms and legs turning into disgusting, large and grotesque-looking bulges of meat.
His face was completely contorted, his eyes were mismatched and several ears formed all over his face.
"He won't live for much longer now..." Sir Hevest said, his tone not revealing any emotions.
"RRAUH!" The corrupted Mano yelled, swiping his arm around as a giant spike unleashed, stabbing three people and slashing them across the room.
Tyr's eyes widened at that moment, 'Shit! I shouldn't have lost control of him!' He mused, dashing forward and unleashing a punch.
Mano also threw a punch using his giant discombobulated arm. As their fists clashed, Tyr felt an immense force travel through his entire body.
He was thrown backward, overpowered utterly. 'Those unstable pills... they are dangerous but also incredibly strong!' He thought to himself.
"Tyr! This is the perfect time..." Hanzo suddenly shouted.
Tyr looked back, "You're right..." He faced the monster in front of him again.
"It's time to try my new Ancestral Abilities..." Tyr closed his eyes, a golden light beginning to shine from his glabella.
After a second longer, the golden light burst into a golden flame! It was small, no larger than three inches. As Tyr opened his eyes, his pupils shone in a deep golden hue.
However, before he could take even a single step, Mano contorted further and suddenly burst into a million pieces of blood, guts, ligaments, bones, tendons, and more...
Tyr's stopped his ability.
"W-what the hell!?" Sir Hevest suddenly exclaimed, "My rooom!!!" He cried.
***
Soon, this small event ended. Tyr, Hanzo, Malon, and Sir Hevest moved to another quarter alone.
Malon first spoke with his father about Mano and Isavior. Despite remaining stoic during what happened, Sir Hevest was not happy seeing it all unfold.
"Isavior was never a good soul... but I did not expect Mano to turn out like he did." He paused, shaking his head.
But then, his eyes rose up and faced Malon, "But, son... what you did was the right thing. I did not lose a son today... I had already lost him a while ago. It's not like I didn't hear everything around me while I was in my coma... I knew how bad things had gotten, but I just didn't want to admit them until seeing it all for myself."
Malon was taken aback by this, "Y-you heard everything!? Even up until recently?"
"Yes, son. I have been contemplating Mano's verdict for a very long time. But... as a leader, love can not be my primary focus. Atleast, not to a idea like the evil that Mano was apart of. And now, what I have left is a great son like you."
They continued to speak...
Malon spoke with his father about his plans moving forward, and Sir Hevest seemed to have no problems.
"You are a great soul, Malon... but you aren't meant to stay here. You are a free spirit, unlike many of us. Go explore, son."
With these kind words, they left Sir Hevest to attend to his city with the help of his guards and more.
Of course, Malon's father was not going to let another piece of evil enter his circle, and this was to ensure both the prosperity of his people and also the peace in the mind of his son.
Before anyone else could say their goodbyes, the trio left Mycelia like a shadow in the night, except it was the middle of the day.
*One day later*
"So... where the hell are we going again?" Tyr questioned, riding atop Rudra with Malon sitting behind him.
Hanzo, who was laying his flying jetski beside Rudra as it moved answered nonchalantly: "Before we start our journey around the world or whatever, we have one more thing to do... submit our quest to the main Hunter Guild within a certain empire to get the 35,000 gold."
"Oh?" Malon questioned, "What kingdom is that?"
Hanzo paused before saying: "The Empire that represents Humanity within Ainsveld... and the slave trade capital of the continent; Rock Saelfine."