I was calm when the Dark Elf Beck pleaded for my help. We were probably the only ones capable of helping him. To be honest, I was feeling a tad excited about it.
"I've finally, finally met with a proper plot! I, Roland Mist, finally have my chance to play a hero rescuing the damsel in distress and defeating the evil slavers! Could it be that the style of this story is changing? I can now walk the path of the harem protagonist?"
If everything was just as I presumed, Beck's oldest daughter was captured by some elf slaver. In a way, this was a cliché fantasy setting—it would typically be followed by defeating the slavers and then defeating the person behind the scenes. Perhaps I would even be able to obtain some new former slave servants who would have their loyalties to me set at the max. Although this was a boring and overused plot type, it was a just, proper one.
"No, this is obviously the wrong style for this story. I should think more into this."
