As the only hero that was doing anything, Ilmna had decided to investigate the recent events in Laparadi as well, it seemed like this place was under constant attack of horrible creatures but it wasn't exactly the case.
The goedendag wielder had followed her heroic sense to find something that could be solved by the use of sheer violence but around these parts, things seemed relatively peaceful, apart from the few madmen she had broken the knees of, nothing seeme out of the ordinary.
"Oh, silly me, the root of the madmen must be a thing that can be squashed by you" she spoke out loud to her club as she turned to the men sprawled on the ground with legs bent in the wrong ways.
"Sirs, would you happen to know something about, I don't know, a suspicious mage or someone always has greasy hair for some reason?" she asked since the people she had removed the ability to walk seemed much less frantic than at the start.
Only one seemed to hear her at all, understandable since the others were to busy screaming about their broken legs, they hadn't reacted much at the beginning.
Not hearing very well, she squatted down with her club resting on her shoulder.
"It was a young man with long dark hair and yellow eyes, I don't remember what he did or even said, I just remember his face as he peeked from my window" said the stranger.
After multiple other interrogations, it became obvious that this black haired man was at the source of many of this cases, where people would suddenly completely lose their minds.
The first one was one of the most extreme, a man had slaughtered his way past dozens of armored guards with nothing but a simple knife to end up absolutely massacring a noble, the man had died of blood loss only a bit after this.
It wasn't actually certain if that first one was related but the heroine assumed as such without much question.
Clearly, the cases that had followed that first one weren't quite as severe, the affected hadn't been able to defeat much stronger people and could be restrained fairly easily, their numbers however, was quite concerning.
It seemed like the mysterious yellow eyed man was going for quantity rather than quality.
Ilmna walked past a small stone wall, made out of nothing but piled up rocks, it was mostly held together by vines and moss growing all over it.
"Hey!" a melodious voice called out.
The heroine turned to the source of the voice and saw the top of a someone's face, two light yellow eyes looking at her.
"Ilmna, why bother with all of this? Wouldn't you rather do something else? Something you enjoy more?" spoke the man, his voice conveying nothing but good will and sympathy.
The heroine with the club wasn't convinced though.
"Would you look at that, the man behind the madness" she remarked to her club.
The hidden stranger frowned his brows, confusion spreading on his face.
"Who are you adressing heroine?" he questioned, Ilmna paid close attention to him and she noticed the way his head seemed to be frozen in place, apart from facial movements, he was immobile.
"You know my name and the fact that I am a hero but not that I converse with my club? I don't know where you get your information but they are scamming you" she responded as she walked up to the man, standing right in front of him, separated by nothing but the stone wall.
"That club is nothing but that, a club, it has no consciousness or mind of its own, nor can it converse in any way, you shouldn't be able to speak to it instead of listening to my voice, my voice of truth!" he remained calm but seemed to act worked up as if he was building up to an epic speech.
"Listen to me Ilmna, you are not the only hero in existence and yet, you are the only one doing the duty of one! Isn't that unfair? You are underappreciated! You aren't rewarded what is owed to you! Do you not feel anger? Do you not feel persecuted?"
"No"
"..."
"That is peculiar now, does that club really count as a person?" the man with the yellow eyes was confused.
What he was trying to do needed to be directed at a single person to function, that was one of the restrictions and such a restriction made it a powerful ability and yet, she was completely unaffected, even if she was a hero, she should at least be in a slight confusion.
"Anyhow, I don't quite get what you are trying to do, I am not exactly the thinking type, I prefer when things are straightforward, deceit and trickery aren't my thing, I have my goedendag and that's all that matters" she announced before promptly smashing the stone wall to pieces.
With another swing, she cleared the dust that rose up, revealing the true form of the eloquent stranger.
There was no body to be seen, only a floating head, it appeared as though the head was locked in place rather than floating, the flesh under his neck was clearly visible and still healthy-looking despite his condition, his long, black hair swayed in the wind and his eye stared at the heroine with scorn.
"So, simply not being alone is enough?" she said, having picked up on his words.
"..." he stayed silent but was clearly infuriated, he gritted his pristine teeth as his hair moved in an unnatural way.
"Which way will I go? Right or left?" he said, his eyes locked onto her as he stayed in place.
She didn't respond and when he started moving to his right, clearly indicating his movement by looking in that direction beforehand, he flew off unimpaired as at the last moment, Ilmna had been certain that it was a feint and that he would move to his left instead.
The man with the teacherous tongue flew away, hiding inside of clouds and disappearing.
Ilmna scratched her head, changing her mind at the last second wasn't like her at all, this was completely out of character for her to do that.
"Must have been another one of his ability, seems like he isn't the offensive kind" she remarked to her club, looking into the air for a few more minutes before walking away.