The Hero's village was consumed in flames. Orcs with tusks
protruding from their mouths like wild boars were waving sabers
with one hand while gripping what little there was to pillage with
their other. The creatures bellowed fearsome roars.
The Hero, who had lived a life entirely disconnected from fighting
until this day, readied a cheap bronze sword from her house in one
hand and faced down three orcs.
"…!"
But she did not cut a very reassuring image compared to her
powerful-looking opponents. Even the Hero, who bore the potential
to become the most powerful being someday, was—at this point—
still just a young girl who knew nothing of battle.
The struggle was decided quickly. The Hero's strike left a shallow cut
in one of the orc's arms, but she was quickly caught in a grapple from
behind by one of its brethren. An orc's muscular hand clamped down
on the wrist of her hand grasping the sword, and the girl was
immobilized.
The Hero struggled desperately, but her defiance merely amused the
orcs. One of the creatures licked his lips all the way up one of his
tusks with a long red tongue as a coarse grin twisted his fearsome
face. The brute's gnarled hand reached out to touch the Hero.
However, the orc's hand froze as it closed on empty air.
"Huh?"
The monster felt a burning heat at his back and tilted his head in
wonder. He tried to turn around but was hit by a sudden sense of
exhaustion and dropped to his knees, promptly collapsing.
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My mithril spear smoothly pierced the orc's back, and he slumped,
unmoving. His companions saw me riding my drake with a spear in
hand. Their eyes were drawn to the dragon crest adorning the chest
plate of my armor.
"The crest of the Bahamut Knights?! What's a knight from the capital
doing in a backwater village like this?!"
The orcs screamed in fear. They'd likely planned to just ransack a
helpless little village but instead now faced a drake knight from the
capital of the kingdom, one of the elites of the Bahamut Knights,
feared even among the ranks of the demon lord's armies.
"Gyah!"
While the brutish raiders were distracted by shock, the Hero kicked
the shin of the orc holding her and freed her sword arm. A smile
crossed the Hero's face as she ran toward me.
I leaped down from my drake, set aside my spear, and drew my
blade as I stood in the orcs' path, shielding my little sister, the Hero.
"You dared to lay your hands on my little sister. I hope you're ready
for the consequences," I said as I rushed into the orcs with my
knight's sword.
This was the first page of the Hero's story. The Hero defeated the
creatures attacking her hometown, allowing the villagers time to
escape. Those orcs turned out to be advance troops from the demon
lord's army. While they were taking control of the surrounding
villages one after the other, the Hero became the pillar of the
resistance. She saved those wronged by the evil forces and raised the
signal for all the gathered people to strike back against the demon
lord.