"This is him?"
"Yes sir... the immortal prisoner."
A man in fine yet functional clothes with scars upon his face and arms, a few finger missing, and a sword on his hip looked down at the broken and beaten human on the floor.
"Who is he?"
"Well, upon further investigation, his identity was revealed as a minor knight's son who raped the people of the town his father governed. Evidently..."
The man snorted. "He got what he deserved."
"Yes sir." The warden nodded. "But we can't figure out how he... resurrects."
The man took a few steps forward, and drew his sword before cutting the head off the man on the floor.
Silence reigned until golden light tendrils began seeking out the head and trying to reconnect it.
The military noble watched and noted the tendrils came from the body, not the head.
Next he ordered the prisoner be brought to a guillotine, and they cut him in half right at the bottom of the ribs.
Again it came from the lower body, but this time he could see the intestines and that a source of light seemed brighter within them, leading him to use his blade to pull them out and cut them out.
A servant kneeled in disgusted horror, and dig through the pulpy mess as it tried to heal, finally taking out a pebble shining with patterns along its surface.
"An enchanted item?" The warden exclaimed.
The man frowned. "Powerful... a High Mage must have done this to be able to give so much power to their will."
He glanced at the body that no longer moved. "He's dead it would seem."
The warden nodded, calling for a few servants. "Get rid of the body."
As they went to work, the noble man left, frowning at the enchanted rock.
Why would a High Mage be out in the country side?
~ ~ ~
A man stood, in light armor and with a spear covered in a sickly green glow.
He looked at his spear before looking up.
"We're getting closer to it."
His men laughed and screamed, a bunch of bandits perhaps, but dressed and armed too well.
What sort of bandits had mages among them?
The man sighed. "We were supposed to kill the dragon to open a hole in the kingdoms natural defenses they wouldn't notice to make invasion easier... and now we've been forced to hunt it's offspring across the entire fucking map."
The men stayed quiet.
The plans called for using the magic of the dragon to create a weapon capable of blowing up a castle wall!
But the Hatchling had somehow taken that magic... so now they had to hunt it while it was young and defenseless to gain that magic material from its body.
Then their plans could finally come to fruition.
"Our clansmen are playing bait to the kingdom in their 'war' men! Time to prepare a knife to slide into the back of the kingdom!"
The group of Saxons disguised as bandits cheered, shaking their fists and weapons!
They turned to face the ocean far off in the distance from the hill they stood on.
~ ~ ~
[So How should we handle this Avaya?]
The Hummingbird looked at me speechlessly.
[Why did you piss of an ELF?!]
[Because I don't know how to take a two-leg form, and she's racist?]
She stayed silent, let out a short tweet of exasperation, and finally said [Fine. Not much we can do now anyways other than wait for the next elf. Did you even learn what they wanted to speak to me about?]
...did I?
[No... I don't think I did. Maybe I forgot?]
The Hummingbird did her best to ignore me. 'I thought a powerful beast like him would be capable!'
[You're a bit... irresponsible aren't you?]
[I'm a baby. Not even a year old. So yeah... I don't know what you expected.]
Why do I feel like the energy Avaya is giving off is the same as a mother trying to gather her patience?
[So... how's it going with the Fenrir?]
[Still wants me as a sex slave.]
Aren't you being a BIT too casual for that?!
She laughed at my expression. [He's stronger than me, and I can't do much to resist him when he comes for me, so my options are to either submit to him or run.]
A sense of deep-rooted despair filled her mental messages as she spoke.
[If I leave, my daughters and brethren may not necessarily survive the journey or move fast enough to escape him, and if they stay, he'll take them once they too can take on the two-leg form he's so obsessed with.]
[Doesn't he only go after ones with a nice ass?]
[The way my two-legged form has curves is common to all of my specific species. Generally a species all look similar in any form after all.]
'...wait.'
[Doesn't that mean... he enslaved the family of the ones he hunted too?]
A tear slowly fell from the hummingbird's eye as it turned away.
[Maybe... maybe you should leave Hatchling, before it's too late. I can handle the elves... and then...]
Silence was all that filled the gap left, an ominous message of a horrible fate.
I know this world doesn't have morality or human rights(monster rights? Beastial rights?), but does that mean I should just accept the morality of a world where women can be enslaved and raped just because a man has magic and strength?
If the strong are always right, then the strongest can decide what is right or wrong!
'...I am not the strongest of the world... but I am strong enough to make a difference here. Now.'
[Nah, I don't think I'll leave.]
My tone casual as possible, I projected an absolute sense of casual ease.
[Huh?]
[I mean if some perverted rapist wolf half-wit asshole wants to mess with my beach vacation, I'll find no issue with cutting him apart and channeling all the wrath of the psychotic part of the women's rights movement.]
Avaya blinked. Hard. [...sorry?]
[Hmm... if my life was a novel, would it be called "I became a women's rights advocate in another world" or something like that? I find I'm spending a bit of time dealing with rapist shits at this point.]
[Wha... what are you-?]
[Reeeelaaaaaax. Everything's fine you silly bird. Just please come back and take over again, I don't want to deal with the petty idiots anymore that you rule.]
[It has been like, a day.]
[And I'm already sick of it. You do your job, and I'll just relaaaax...]
I nodded, turned, and walked towards the beach to lie down in the surf and closed my eyes.
Life is easy when you make it simple... all the rules of modern society make that kind of impossible though.
A world of simple goals and magic is truly the best! If only less people were so fucked up.