Currently in the small village of Fera.
Looking at the 3 slavers coming at them.
All the young men gulped and some even took a step back.
With an anxious voice and a face full of despair one said.
"Chief...it's impos~" But before he could even finish, the old man quickly shut up this ignorant brick.
"Didn't I already told you to run!? If those guys were to catch all of you then something even worse than death will happen! Now Go! I will win you youths some time."
Standing up from this seat, he grabbed a staff that was slightly taller than himself.
Looking at this, Melina couldn't stay idle anymore.
"I can't accept this, Grandpa! If you aren't coming then neith~"
As she was about to get inside the house and get a sickle of her own. The Chief quickly interrupted her.
"No, you don't"
"But!"
"Enough! Troy! Take my Melina outside of the village! You, other guys, do the same with the people you meet on your way! I would not repeat myself!"
Being suddenly called out Troy trembled slightly, but he quickly got a hold of himself.
'The Chief is right...If we don't run away right now we all will be killed'
Taking the lead, Troy quickly grabbed Melina's hand and yelled with all this strength.
"Don't simply stand here and space out! We need to run away!"
"Huh?"
"H-He is right!"
"Hurry and run away!"
"To the forest everyone!"
Similar to a chain reaction, once someone took up the role to lead and showed the way. Everyone else will quickly follow.
But there will always be one exception to this rule.
"No! Troy you bastard! Let me go! Grandpa *Sniff...Grandpa will die!" With tears on her face, Melina was struggling violently to shake off the hand Troy.
Seeing the number one beauty of the whole village cursing him, Troy felt dejected inside. But that didn't make him lose this grip.
'Melina...Please Forgive me
With the exhausted Melina from today's work in the field and her current mental state. Troy quickly gripped Melina's belly and putting her on this shoulder like a sack of potatoes while sprinting with everything he had in the direction of the forest.
"Nooooo~!"
Seeing her Granddaughter tears made the old man Baum feel like someone had pushed some nails directly into this heart.
But he didn't regret it.
"Now you lowlives, If you dare to touch a piece of hair from my lovely granddaughter you will have to pass through me first!" He said while taking a stance with this staff.
Looking at that the slavers looked at each other before breaking into laughter.
"Bahahahha! You Guys heard him?"
"Bahaha! So it wasn't me hallucinating!"
"Did you already go senile old man!? Bahaha"
"..."
Seeing the old man keeping this stance without any chance of expression and their pray getting further and further away the 3 slavers look darkened.
"Oi, You serious Old man?"
"Tch, this old man is so arrogant!"
"You arrogant senile old man! Your death wouldn't be an easy one!"
The slaver that killed the villager of before, riding this horse he charged at the old man while holding this short sword in this arm.
"Now die! Old Man!"
Raising this sword, he aimed at this neck.
But before the blade managed to reach the old man.
With a quick maneuver to the left, he went out of the path of this horse.
"Fool..." with a quick strike to this chest. The slaver of before falls off from this horse while gripping this chest area cause of the pain.
Seeing that all present here got surprised and enraged.
"Old Man! How are you...!"
"You aren't going to get away with this!"
As the 2 other guys rushed at him.
They slowly met the same fate as the first one to rush in.
After making sure that no one of these 3 idiots could pull a fast one of him. He solemnly said.
"Before I and my wife lived in this village. I was once the second in command of the guard post from the Cursed Lake. Although I am retired now...Don't expect taking this village with me still standing!"
Seeing the determination of the old man. Oliver frowned slightly.
"Hey, are you going to sit here and see how your pay is running away, Bent?"
"Tch, these idiots. They can't even take a single old man down!"
Stepping down from the caravan.
With this flamberge in this hands, he slowly walked towards the village chief Baum.
"I saw through your skill old man and honestly I am quite surprised. Who would have thought that someone who knows martial arts would be hiding in such a rat hole while like this one."
Upon hearing that the face of Baum slightly flinched.
'So he figured me out, huh...'
"Now, I wonder what you are talking about..."
Shrugging, Bent said, "Well, I don't give a damn if you are going to hide it or not..."
A violent aura of mana appeared on the flamberge. The mana that engulfed the whole blade was slowly expanding and shrinking back.
Such reaction resemblance a living heart made out of violent mana.
"Be blood to my sight...[Sprout Wounds]."
Without further ado, Bent charge at Baum with almost the same speed as the horse did.
'Fast...he is nowhere near from for 3 cutbacks from before...'
Seeing him coming closed Baum took up this stance to welcome the incoming strike of this flamberge.
'The way he walks shows that he is a self-taught idiot with no technics or disable. As long as I manage to parry this one attack, my chance of bashing his head will come.'
"Don't mess with a veteran!"
He quickly put this plan into action. Moving a bit to the side and this staff to parry the incoming blade.
But instead of letting the blade slide out of the way.
The blade instantly started to dig through the wood that the staff was made of.
"Fool!"
"...!?"
What astonished Baum wasn't t the fact he didn't manage to parry the sword. Deep inside of him, he knew that he wouldn't manage to parry a weird like a flamberge he this weak and old body.
But what he never expected was that this staff which was made from high-quality wood to suddenly explode in this hands!
Being stunned for a moment, Baum reacted a moment too late which resulted in him being scratched through this chest.
"Tch, for an old goat you sure are nimble"
'Tch, me and my old age. Back in my prime, I wouldn't have spaced out like an idiot. At least it was just a scratch.'
"Hehe, Let me guess. Do you think this was just a scratch?
"What do you me-" Without Baum noticing, the violent mana that was lingering to this wound suddenly expanded.
"Huh?"
'I was sure it was just a scratch and nothing more. So How!?'
"What did you..."
"Oh, a corpse wants to order me? Get lost!"
Piercing this flamberge through this chest, a large amount of blood exploded from this back which made Baum lose all this strength of this body.
"Tch, this old man. I can't believe we wasted so much time on this one..." As if he remembers something. He walked towards these still dazed subordinates and threw a kick at all of them.
"You damned Sloths! Get your asses up and chase the remaining villagers already..."
"Yes, Boss..."
"Understood, Boss..."
"Boss?"
While these 3 were being scolded and halfway beaten up.
Baum lies to the ground motionless and full of regret.
'Forgive me, Melina. I guess that's the end for me' By each second that passed, the darker Baums was getting.
'So this how death feels like? How stupid.'
Glancing at the slavers getting farther and farther away he tried grinding these teeth, but this body had failed him even in this last request wasn't allowed to him.
'I am sorry, everyone...I hope that this last pathetic moment of my was able to buy you enough time for you to escape...'
As he was going to give up the struggle and accept this death.
'I curse you'
While the feeling of being engulfed by death was slowly devouring. This will still last.
'I curse you till the last day of your breath. May the dead drag into your death! At that time I will be waiting! And thy known that the man Baum Stronelf will be waiting for all of you even In the deeps of hell!'
With this everlasting will in this death.
Baum Stronolf died.