All stories, essentially, originate from accidents, accidents that can be called disasters.
Everyone lives within these stories, these so-called accidents.
In this world, those who can solve these accidents will eventually be the victors. As for who caused these accidents, it can only come from the deep-rooted greed in human hearts.
"I dealt with the mayor of that small town, but I had no intention of killing him. I just imprisoned him. Then, I angered the mysterious organization, the Hunter's Guild, and he was ambushed."
Violet explained the situation in the simplest terms, and after a brief hesitation, the man nodded in response.
"Hm, this does sound like your style. As for this Hunter's Guild you mentioned, their operations are quite covert. How did you manage to offend them?"
He seemed purely curious, thinking of the monster's rotting flesh still stashed deep in the castle's basement - an object of immense value.
Any rumors out about it would spell trouble.
