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(9) - Hermit Hero

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"I will remember this."

"Yes, yes, yes. Please have a safe travel."

This was a simple story, about a seniorly hermit who had watch over the land of meadows and grass for god knows how long. To summarize the situation – he just got evicted by his 17 year old landlord (lady).

"You can't do this! I was one one of the Seven Heroes who vanquished the Demon King! The one who sunk the fleet of 100 Ghouls and saved the neighboring kingdoms from the Tear Drops of the Silver Moon – How can you kick me out like this!?"

"I can and I will. You haven't paid the rent for 10 months. My tolerance has already achieved the maximum point. So now,I'm carrying out my duty as the landlord."

"You little brat, you weren't even born when I painted the Orc Prince to death with my Magic Pastels of Holy Radiance +5 with Poison Damage!"

"It doesn't matter. It's in your contract. If you can't pay please leave."

The Hermit gave a huff. Never in his life as a hero and guardian had he ever been treated like this. Even the Rat King of the South had to take off his crown in his presence in respect. But the one carrying the title of landlord said those cruel words, while casually sweeping the stray autumn leaves from the front porch of the Windmill Apartment. She wasn't at all bothered by how the hermit was glaring daggers at her, or the fact he was igniting magical flames in his palms.

"How do you expect an old war veteran to live off from military pensions alone! It barely puts food on the table let alone worry about bill and hydro!"

"Even so, I have no choice but to evict you. I've held my breath for the last 10 months and I am unable to hold it any longer. With all due respect, please leave private property!"

"I'll sue! I will take it to the supreme court of the High Councils and sue you!"

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"Then you'll be putting a lonely little girl out of business and out of a home. Do you want me to carry a pack on my small spine and follow you to live a life in the wilderness, living off wildberries and moss... Mr. Ex-Hero Sir."

"GOD-D@MMIT! THIS IS WHY I HATE KIDS OF THIS GENERATION! I'M NEVER COMING BACK TO THIS KINGDOM AGAIN!"

"Yes. Please do..... .Farewell."

Soon, the hermit left. He packed up his clothing, stuffed his memorabilia he collected during his heroic campaign into a trunk without wheels, and carried all the swords engraved with the signatures of his fellow comrades as if autographs of a yearbook.

He also carefully tucked away his iconic magic paint board, his arcane brushes, and some old pastel tubes left from his days of glory he hadn't used up. Now, there was nothing left of his colorful legacy in that room. It was instantly cleaned out by the landlord's renovation magic (a new modern product the Hermit despised) and all of his memories and footsteps were erased. It's as if he never existed.

Just in time for a platoon of the King's Guards appeared at the Windmill Apartment, to arrest him.

"I don't know who you are talking about, good soldiers. There is no one living here but myself. Do you not see the 'New Tenant Needed' sign? I kept it clean every day ready to take in someone. Feel free to check inside, I am hiding no war criminal nor traitor to the nation. I only ask you wipe your feet before going inside my rooms."

Turns out that a new king had claimed the throne, and never really liked the heroes who saved the world. So, the change of politics was obvious. Those who were considered heroes to the former kings, were now labelled as mass murderers and psychopaths. Warrior, Mage, Shaman, Druid, Paladin, Clerics, all of them. No one will be spared. Their verdict - execution on the spot.

It was called Order 99.

"I said wipe your feet god-d@mmit! Tch..... (Mutter mutter... At least that old geezer listened and washed his hands before every meal...mutter) What are you staring at soldier girl, get your fat @ss back to work!"

Obviously, there was a tiny minority in the country who were not happy about this sudden change of politics.