"Let's see if there is any other useful book," the young boy said.
"The Mighty Saviour."
LUKAS became the king of the beings who emit negative energy. At that time, they had no names, so people called them demons because they were not only evil but also smart, without mercy, they killed thousands of humans daily. There were two main groups: one was the main family, and the other one was the secondary family group.
One day, a demon comes to a village, and something happens between the villagers and him. They agree with him to take part in their plan against the demon king LUKAS, whose origin was unknown.
After 40 years of battle against the LUKAS army with the help of a secondary family of demons, they defeat them. The next night, the hero went alone to fight against LUKAS and managed to come out victorious. The secondary family had never been seen after that fight, but there was a rumor that the queen of that family lived secretly among humans.
"Hmm, so this is quite an interesting story, time to go for food." The young boy left the library building.
"Sir, can you give me 2 bowls of rice with beans and soup." "Young boy, can I sit next to you while your order comes?" "Yes, of course, sir." An old man around the 60s with a big curvy mustache, and well-dressed with a symbol of three spears out of which 2 are in a cross, and one is in the middle of them.
In the mind of the young boy, "He is in his 60s, but he looks like he's in his 30s. No wrinkles on his face, but I know he is in his 60s for sure because a little lower on his heart side, there's a number 60, which I had read in a book that represents the range of a person's age if they wear a Knight uniform and have a number written on the heart side."
"But the real matter is why they just do not write an exact number of their age, am I right?"
"Sir, do I speak out loudly my thoughts?" "No, I just guessed it. I do not know why, but you look like a very decent boy to me. When I looked into your eyes, I don't know why they look like the eyes of a brave man."
"So young boy, are you living alone or with someone?" "I am living with my mother."
"I see. What is your goal, young boy?" "Is it necessary?" "No, it's not. Just, you know." "Sir, yeah, I have a dream too, like those royal family kids. I want to make this world peaceful with equal rights, so no one ever faces any kind of discrimination ever."
"I see, you know what young boy, I also have the same dream. A nation of no discrimination, where no one will die due to slavery work, hunger, or prostitution and many more dark secret works."
A Knight comes, whispering something in the old man's ear. "Young boy, I have to go. Take care."
When the boy returns to his place, he drops a food pack in his hand and stands still, not moving, not even breathing air because he has seen something horrible in front of him.
A house made of wood burning, and people encircle that house with burning wooden sticks in their hands. "Mother!" the boy shouts, breaking his silence and runs in the direction of his house.