Chapter 77: Chapter 75: Volume After Stories (3)

**Knight Alec's Many Rejections**—

Knight Alec, a brilliant young man. Noticed by the Lord of Mirxa when he was young, he had dreamed since to be one of help to the Margrave in the threats of the forbidden forest of Ediab and the threats that had led to his growing up as a hardened warrior.

Young and talented Knight Alec was equally as ambitious. He wanted to make sure that people all over the world would not have to pick up their swords to fight monsters.

Yes. That was his young ambition. One that he was sure to forget about before he even turned fifteen years of age.

So, knight Alec, now recognized for his skills and even assigned to the young lady of the Mirxa household as he personal knight and escort had found himself facing the throes of one of the greatest monsters that people had to take down.

Love!

Unfortunately, young and naive Knight Alec had grown up with swords and the farthest resemblance of kindness he had felt was a German Suplex from his lord and employer Margrave Mirxa, who looked like damned Lion.

So, naive Alec fell easy.

"Miss, I think I am in love with you."

"Hoho… what a playful young man, ow my back…"

"I have never been treated this kindly before. Nobody has given me bread from the kindness of their heart."

"I run the bakery… you paid me…"

"We were meant to be!"

"I am eighty seven years old!"

Whether it be an old baker.

"Mam, I think I am in love with you."

"Hey, that's my wife you fucker!"

Or someone young but taken.

Alec tried his hand everywhere.

Every single maid in the castle of Mirxa.

"Oh shit, it's Alec!"

"Run or he'll confess to you!"

And every single butler.

"God damn it's that player Alec!"

"I should teach him a lesson."

"You fool, he's a monster. He'll confess to anything that breathes and that includes you!"

Alec confessed and got rejected.

In almost no time at all, the laundry room of the castle had turned into an Alec death pool from rejection.

The Margrave and his wife too frequently visited the laundry to bet on how Alec will get rejected next and what kind of pain he will face.

One day, the Head Butler of the house placed a bet that Alec would not just confess to everything that is breathing, but also to someone who has died.

"Not happening. I bet a thousand gold."

The margrave met the match with his old aide alongside a haughty laugh. The Marchioness added a thousand more to the pool, while the Young Miss bet five thousand on the Butler's side.

The servants, excited to get a share of all of that, started placing more bets on the Margrave's side.

They set up the perfect operation, and soon in the garden the butler made a pensive face and showed Knight Alec the photo of his dead niece.

As luck would have it.

"She's beautiful. Miss Niece's, you're beautiful. Will you marry me?"

"God damn it Alec! She's dead!"

From that day, Alec was shamed deeply and stopped being a confession monster. He felt a great sense of debt toward the Head Butler and acted as if he was the servant instead.

It was an over all loss for the Alec pool, but at least Alec was normal now.

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**Crow Man's Apostle**

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A young man had fallen to the dark side. No joke. He had become deeply invested in demons and their things.

He didn't have much of a reason too. It was just something he had grown curious about.

Raum, the name sounded cool and the powers did too.

So the young man performed a ritual.

The ritual to call the demon lord Raum. By offering the blood of ten hawks in a circle from hell, he could bring the god of the crows.

And maybe the ritual worked.

Because on his window sat dozens and dozens of crows.

"L-lord Raum! Please make me your servant!"

The crows looked at the man.

"Caw!"

And cawed.

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"Caw caw!"

"A no then?"

"Caw caw caw!!"

Unfortunately, the poor young child could not speak in clicks and whistles or in caws. Since then day in and day out.

"Lord Raum!"

"Caw!"

Whether the sun was up or down.

"Please, servant make me!!"

"CAW CAW!"

During the summer.

"I'll give you some ice cream so please make me your servant."

"CAWW!"

Or during winter.

"Oh, Lord Raum, please come inside, I have the heat turned on."

"Caw caw!"

"Servant, please."

"CAWWW!"

The resentment carried over for after year and finally the man reached a tipping point.

"Goddamn it! It's all because of humans! Oh, I wish I were a bird!!!"

Thankfully, the crow managed to finish the apostle contract with his servant after many years, but had also gotten just slightly attached to the youngster.

It was through sheer coincidence.

The crow and the apostle then plotted many evil deeds, stealing from thieves, placing banana peels in the way of the people who ran away.

Or like, bombing the city by making many people their servants.

Poor apostle could never cross the line though and did not touch anyone.

Years later when their dreams were coming true, a young kid came around and killed the Apostle of Raum as if making Swiss cheese.

It was deeply upsetting for the Demon Lord, but there was little he could do after having so much of his power destroyed along with his apostle.

Since that day, down in Hell, Raum placed multiple sketches of Eugene Hall all over his room and trained day and night, summer and winter, none of which existed in the red skies of hell, all in order to defeat Eugene Hall and get his revenge.

"Eugene Hall! Just you wait! I will definitely find you someday my archnemesis, I won't let this slide!!"

Eugene Hall.

Had promptly forgotten the name of the demon lord he fought.