“So how do I get rid of him?” She asked.
No clue. I'm pretty sure most people would kill the goblin before it reached this point.
“Some help you are.” She said as she turned around. She began walking away.
Aren't you forgetting something?
“No.”
The little goblin was left on the floor, still tied up.
Who knows what would happen to him if the owners of the farm came back to see him?
“Shut up, it's far enough away that it shouldn't matter. If you actually care why don't you move him.” She heartlessly remarked as she walked off.
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She sat at a table with several multicoloured whetstones laid out and a knife in hand.
“I swear, I should just go look for my old sword if I need a reliable knife. It's only been a fucking month yet it's this dull? It's not cutting through ogre skin daily yet it gets duller faster than a sword that used to do that.” As she bitterly complained about the workmanship of her knife. She pulled a pan off the floor filled with water and placed it on the table.
She dipped the blade of the knife in the pan and started rubbing it against the whetstone in front of her.
As she began sharpening the blade, a few select words rang through her mind.
(“Well look at the bright side, now you have a chance to right that wrong.”)
She clicked her teeth and started sharpening the blade more intensely.
“Fuckers, the whole lot of them are fuckers.” She remarked with a pained expression.
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She came back to an empty mansion and a single letter was left on the dining room table.
“We are not going to let ourselves be raised by a monster.
Signed- Tobias”
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She gritted her teeth with so much force that blood had started to seep from her gums. That bastard’s remark had brought up an unpleasant memory.
Her mood was causing her to damage the knife more than she sharpened it. She put it down and decided to read a book to calm herself in the meantime.
She got up from the chair and headed to her room when she heard something unusual outside. It sounded like someone was slamming something. Perhaps a bag of flour? Did she send an order for anything like that recently?
She walked to the floor and opened it to see a full-grown man attacking a small goblin. Based on the splotches of black on his back, it was the same goblin that had been following her home.
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He sat down on the goblin as he delivered blow after blow to the back of its head.
She sighed and walked over. Goblins were a pest and although she didn't feel the need, she had no problem with someone else killing it. But to do so on her property was a step too far.
“Hey, wise guy, what are you doing on my land?” She asked.
They quickly turned to her and held the goblin up. He had orange hair and blue eyes. And his skin was noticeably pale. He was a few inches taller than her but that didn't stop him from shivering when he saw her.
“You Witch! You killed my father.” He shouted, his lips quivering.
“(Ugh, not another one of these guys.) Uh-huh. Well, I've killed a multitude of fathers and mothers, so sorry if your appearance isn't ringing any bells.”
“Shut up!” He shouted. “I don't care how much blood you've spilt, I refuse to believe you have forgotten my father! He had earned the position of knight and was a great warrior. And by the blade he taught me, you shall die.” He pulled a sword out from his scabbard.
She rolled her eyes and took a step forward, causing the man to stiffen his guard. “Listen, back then, I couldn't even tell you people apart and you're surprised I don't recognise your dad? Besides, do you think someone who is just a knight would be noteworthy enough for me to remember?” She casually remarked.
“Y-you bitch!” He snarled at her. He clenched the goblin tighter in his grip when she took another step closer.
“Stay back, or he gets it!”
She looked around. “Who might be getting what exactly?”
“Don't play around you monster! I've heard all about your love of things twisted and wicked. And the true reason you've decided to seclude yourself. And this goblin's proof of that.”
She yawned and started looking off in the distance. “Is that so?”
The man held a smile on his face. “Oh it is and if you don't want to let this creature get hurt, you'll fol-” he pressed the blade of his sword against the goblin, drawing blood.
She had taken a step forward.
“Are you deaf, stay back!”
She took another one and he brought the blade to the little monster's neck.
“I'm warn-”
“Do you believe I'd need those things if I wanted to create havoc across the nation?”
“What? Of course, you would.”
“Really? Why not monsters more useful, like ogres or trolls? If I decided to keep around a goblin, it'd be nothing more than a pet. And although it would be painful, at the end of the day a pet is simply that. A pet. Not something worth throwing away your life for.”
She took another step and the man began deeply pressing his sword against the goblin's neck.
(“shit. Shit, she's right! Why'd I think she'd care about this thing, she didn't even care when her children died.”)
With only a few more steps between them, he threw the goblin at her and pulled something out of his pocket.
She caught the green being flung her way with one hand and noticed him reaching his hand into his pocket. She patiently waited until he took it out.
(“It took 6 years but I finally developed an immunity to this poison.”)
He threw a green powder at her, creating a green cloud.
“Hahaha, serves you right you bitch, I bet you were expecting something noble huh!?”
The dust cloud settled and she began coughing.
“I'm sorry but my dad didn't teach me all of his arts, so I've had to substitute with my own flai-”
He felt the air leave his lungs and quickly went unconscious. She ended with one punch to his torso.
She continued her coughing fit. “Anyone would start coughing if you threw a random powder in their face, dumbass.” She said as she tried to regain her breath.
(“Tch, I was hoping to practise my curing magic, but it looks like I already have a natural resistance to whatever this is.”) She disappointedly thought as she looked at the unconscious man.