1st person Pov:
[Equipped item: Mask of deception]
[Uses: 1\3]
"Why does this place seem like a ghost town?" I asked Cynthia who was walking beside me. According to the reports I have read, the Dowan barony is a trade hub under the count of Silverfore. This is a place for many merchants to pass through and because of that, a lot of locals' trade using this opportunity. For this place to be so quiet just after the setting of the sun, there must be something going on.
"There are many reasons for that little Roy." Cynthia started her explanation. I asked her to call me Little Roy to avoid any kind of suspicion. At first, she was adamant about not calling me this but after some coaxing and offering a reward in return in many ways, she agreed. "The merchants are not passing through his territory anymore because of the bandits on the west side of the Barony pathway. The count has sent people to get rid of them and also has offered the adventurers rewards for this, but there has been no progress on it. Second, because of the high taxation implied by the Baron has caused many people's work to go cold. The third is because the baron's son is out with his friends."
"Oh, I get it now." The third reason though sounds harmless, it's anything but that. There have been fourteen cases of r*pe of the local girls by the baron's son and his friends. The locals can't do anything about it because of the Baron, but they have resorted to the only solution they had, and that was to lock themselves in their houses after dark to avoid the Baron's Drunk son and his friends.
"Cynthia, where do you think he will be right now?" I asked Cynthia after pondering for a while. Cynthia looked at me for a while and then answered, "According to the investigations, he should be at the tavern right now getting drunk along with his friends." I see. Well, I guess I have to take a detour since I have some time on my hands. "Let's go, Cynthia. Let's try some drinks."
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3rd Person Pov:
Inside an empty tavern, a group of boys was sitting at a round table and chatting with each other while drinking and eating. A waitress who was in her early twenties was serving them drinks fearfully. The group was chatting and soon the conversation steered to their after-drinking activities. "What will we do about relieving stress today? The peasants have locked themselves in their homes." A somewhat fatty boy asked with a red face. It was obvious he was drunk and thinking about his lecherous activities.
All the boys of various builds but not one with a refined face and build looked towards a boy who was very similar looking to a pig. He was gulping down alcohol and everyone was waiting for him to finish his drink. He drank and then wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "Damn those peasants. It's an honor for these peasants to have their daughters spend time with a handsome man like me. Yet they are hiding in their homes. Do they think they are safe if they hide in their homes?" Obviously, the boy was severely mistaken about his looks. Even his friends knew he was ugly and disgusting as hell, but they could not say that to his face as he was the biggest party among them. So, they kept their mouths shut and waited for the boy to state his plans for tonight.
The boy looked at his friends and then said, "Even though they are just peasants, we can't just barge into their homes. Up until now, we left no evidence against us but if we do this, we will be risking the danger of exposing ourselves. We have to pick a target who wouldn't stand out much. And I am looking at such a target currently." The boy said while looking in the direction of the waitress who was cleaning the bar. The other boys also looked in her direction and, strange and ugly grins plastered their faces.
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1st person Pov:
"No please let me go. Please have mercy. No." It seems they already started. We reached the Tavern and heard screams from inside. It seems they have locked the door of the tavern. I kicked the door lightly and it opened. When I entered, I saw a group of boys forcing themselves on a woman in her early twenties and the owner of the tavern looking the other way.
Haaah... People. When we entered, everyone looked in our direction. At first, there was panic on their faces but after observing us for a bit, the boys continued what they were doing and the owner rushed in our direction and said, "I apologize, but we are closed for the moment. Please leave."
Bastard. Still, I looked at him in confusion and said while pointing in the direction where the boys were still in the middle of undressing the woman, "But they are here." The owner was taken aback by my action. Usually, people would show anger and say something about what was happening, but I acted as if he was being unfair to us by not serving us. He tried to say something, but I didn't let him speak and walked in the direction of the tables and sat beside the table where the scene was currently happening, and said to the owner, "Bring us some food and alcohol. You finest one."
Hearing my words, the boys stopped and a boy who looked like a pig came forward and said, "This Tavern is closed for today. Return if you don't want to get hurt." I looked at him with an uninterested expression and said, "Who are you pig face? Get out of my face before I make you even uglier than you already are."
The piggy, whom I assumed to be the baron's son, turned red at my words, and his friends stopped entirely and looked at me with shocked faces. The pig rushed in my direction with his hand raised while saying, "How dare you, you peasant, say that to me, I am a Noble. Son of Arkinson Dowan, Fri--" I didn't let him finish his words and grabbed his hand after standing on the table. My build was smaller than his. Finally, I let my anger show on my face and my bloodlust started leaking out and everyone's expression finally turned fearful. "I said, who the hell are you, you pig face."
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