The mighty kingdom of Valhra, a single dominator of southern region of the continent. Seized by the giant dheler volcano at it's east and walled by dense forests stretching from south to west. The dheler volcano and mountain chain gifted Valhra with pure minerals and the ruler knew how to use it just fine.
Valhra has given birth to heroes to save humanity from non-human creatures called ghouls. They are demons from beneath the ground in trail of coating the continent with blood and terror.
A century ago when Valhra was at brink of political crisis, even the common populace had left their motherland, the hero Hansen dethroned the king and took charge of ruling the kingdom himself.
The most political thing to do.
And since then, heroes are born only through royal blood.
Now the governor and the savior both come from the same castle.
This generation's heroes are the same. The party of four, amomgst them three were princesses and one a prince. A hero is the weilder of gifts. They who runs the mighty strength to weild the gifts of god. Their mana capability is incomparable to any human. The king took control over this power, so only royalty can weild the gifts. And Basara, the only common blood, was one of the two guardians of the party.
A guardian is the shield of the heroes, the next highest position to a hero.
Valhra had two guardians guarding four heroes.
There is no need of guardians to protect dead people anymore, Basara smirked to the thought. He stood before a large gate, releasing the last unconscious guard from his grip. All three of them laid at the ground.
While the moonlight still letting him see through, before any others could catch something he disappeared into shadows.
A large open compound walled by thick, tall wood and in it's centre was a double-storeyed building extending backwards to another left wing.
The Seventh Barrack unit.
At this hour, most of the soldiers already went to rest and and the remaining, out for patrol duty.
Every unit is headed by a Knight Commander.
The Seventh Unit was commanded by an old acquintance, someone who never liked the guts of a commener.
The shadows previaled all around the building and something moving swiftly through them without a sound caught not a sense of any guard.
At the first floor, the middle room of the corridor. The cabin of Knight Commander was locked. The wooden walls were not made soundproof.
Moans and groaning noise escaped the room no matter how quiet they kept.
The young girl in uniform was arrested against the couch. Her uniform was pushed till the chest, her breasts hung and smacked against each other. Her smooth skin was clawed by two hands as she bounced back and forth. Her hair in a bun was getting lose. Knight Commander Willes used all his force to ram against the soft round petite ass. Juices ran through her wobbling thighs. He arched forward to reach further into her, his hands extend forward and gropped her firm breasts.
"aarghh!" she squealed feeling the tight grip on her burning hot breasts.
"C-commande- drool flowing out of her wet lips, with every blow her insides squeezed around his dick. He fondled his breasts. He pulled back her body. He carried her entire weight on his arms, his waist rammed against her ass making her body quiver. Her pussy was tightening around his dick.
"I am cummin- take it.. " He burst his load inside her pussy, a wild current ran through her body as her legs shook, she bit her lip and took it in. Without pulling it out, he pushed her face on the couch. There was time for another round. Suddenly the back window creaked open.
The Commander stopped. The window doored swung with the wind.
"C-commanda.. " her gasping call shift his attention on her again. He pulled his dick out and rubbed the ozzing semen on her ass cheeks. As soon as his arms released her body, she dropped on the couch.
He sat beside her with arms spread. There was a wide gap between the couch and the shelf behind it. Suddenly his heart thumped and stopped for a moment.
Someone was behind him, in the shadows and before he could muster the courage to look back, a sharp object poked at his neck and a silent whisper, "don't move."
His erection ward off, sweat emerged to the surface and his legs quivered. The heartbeat started running faster.
"Make her leave."
The Commander tapped on her ass, "Hey you, return to your cabin."
"but Commande—.."
"No buts!, leave at once,"
She sat up confused, looking at him as he let no expression surface.
"Leave before I expell you bitch!"
She jumped from her seat, grabbing her clothes from the floor and she rushed out of the door. He really is a bastard, she thought while closing thr door behind her.
The sharp object lifted from his neck. He tracked his sword at his desk with the belt, he leaped at once towards it. Fingers protruding from shadows clutched his nape from behind and smashed him back to the couch. A groan left his mouth, his back hit hardly. The same hand left his nape and clutched on his curly brown hair pulling his head backwards, a dagger swiftly landed against his neck. He was looking upwards and there was a face glaring down at him.
"Evening, Commander Galle."
His eyes widen, heart paced and face turned white, "G-ghost! A ghost! "
"Recognized me?"
"B-b-basara.."
"Right, but not a ghost."
His face revived it's colour, "that means you.."
"Yes, you all couldn't kill me."
"N-no Basara, not me, it wasn't me, I did nothing,"
The blade slowly slit on his skin and made a cut. He bit his teeth letting out a squeal.
It had been months and the Commander gained fats around his muscles, he had been stuffing all privilages and slacking duties.
"The last mission, it was signed by four Knight Commanders of the regions, one of them was you, but at whose orders?"
He mouth sealed.
Basara sighed, he lift his dagger from the neck and stabbed his forearm. As soon as his mouth opened, Basara grabbed his face together, his eyes widened and the legs fluttering. The hand was so strong he couldn't open his mouth. Basara took the dagger out and placed it back on his neck, more hashly making a bigger cut. Tears splashed from his eyes.
He moved his head with all the force and jerked himself away away from the grip. He dropped on the floor and leaped forward to get hold on the sword immediately. Finally free, he strengthened him limbs use this opportunity. As soon as the sword would be in his hand, nobody can defeat Galle the master swordman. Even Basara, no matter if he is ghost or alive can tackle his skill.
However even if he has some extraordinary tricks, he can use the sword to deflect all attacks until he makes out of the room. Once at distance, one big hollar will awake the entire Barrack. A smirk gained on his face as his fingers wrapped around the handle.
He swung a round to safely take a step back and made into his stance. The horror is over.
Basara stood calm as ever.
It was irritating not to see him in terror before the master swordman.
He dashed forward with a clear upright swing, it can slice metals in two. Every muscle engaged into making this swing a hit and slash the ghost.
The Knight Eyes captured a slight movement of his feet, he accelerated. The feet moved and suddenly Basara clicked right before him and grabbed the Commander's attacking arm like a tide stopped by a boulder.
His heart thumped, his body froze. Basara tightened hid grip on the wrist and broke the joints of his arm with one jolt. The Commander widened his mouth to shout but even that, he covered immediately.
The force transfered to his eyes, burning wide and red with tears rolling down. He used his other hand to beat or push Basara away but it was like struggling against a mountain. 'You cannot win', every cell of his soul screamed the same.
The arm was let go, but not the mouth. The fingers suddenly tightened around the jaw. A little more force and he could snap the skull in same order, a grin in Basara's face implied that. He wasn't the same Basara who even spared his abuser. He put in the force. He enjoyed it.
A single last scream resonated throughout the barracks of seventh Unit, followed by a loud crunch.