The White Haired Demon Slayer (Part-11)

***8 Years ago***

"Excuse me, young man, do you mind getting off that poor guy? I am afraid he is in no shape to take any more punishment."

Hearing the voice behind me, I instantly stopped punching and got off the passed-out body under me, his face no longer humanly recognizable.

I walk up to the well-dressed man in blue who called me out. He seems slightly older than most middle-aged men I have seen, maybe in his 50s, I guess.

"I'm here!" I say enthusiastically.

"What do they call you, young man?" The man in blue enquired.

"Liam Everhart. Son of William Everhart and a Descendant of Light."

"I thought so. Thank you for introducing yourself, I am Alfred Rittenburn, the principal of Wintergrace Adventurer Academy."

I gasped out in pleasant surprise. "I know Wintergrace Academy! My father graduated from Wintergrace! He told me a lot about his amazing time over there."

"I am sure he had a great time. Quite a turbulent student he was. And it seems that trait has been successfully passed down too." Principal Rittenburn said looking over me at the sight behind.

The principal looked back at me. "So young Everhart, could you tell me why so many of my final year students are passed out on the ground in such a sorry condition? I do feel bad for them, you know."

"I don't." I looked back at the passed-out students behind me too. "I did this. The adventurer rule book states that fighting is not allowed in the Guild premises, so I brought them out here and beat them all up. Some tried to give up, but I didn't let them. I had no reason to stop had you not called out for me."

"I apologize for the interference." The principal said with a slight bow.

"It's alright. I am done now anyway." I smiled back. Principal Rittenburn is nice, I like him.

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Liam Everhart soon left with Dias Reginald (who profusely apologized for Liam's actions), and the Principal went ahead to check the surveillance records of the incident that happened outside the Guild building. As suspected, 15 final-year students of ages 18-19, had been attempting to bully the young Descendant of Light. On further investigation it was later found out the students had disrespected his mother, sending him into a rage unseen by even veteran adventurers. What followed was hard to watch even for a retired Orichalcum-ranked adventurer like Alfred Rittenburn.

Yet he followed the rules.

The 15 students, months away from becoming full-fledged adventurers, were now left in the infirmary, critically injured with multiple broken bones.

They had been lured out to a field close to the Guild and punished brutally, Carnage would be the perfect word to describe the scene that ensued. Shattered kneecaps, pummelled faces, arms twisted into distortion... even through the sounds of cracking bones, screams of immense pain, and splattering of the blood of his victims all around, 11-year-old Liam Everhart showed no sign of mercy.

As he promised, no one was allowed to leave, runners were dragged back to the site of punishment after being smashed to the ground and pulled by their ankles, scraping across the ground by their bloody faces.

When asked why, Liam Everhart had only one thing to say before leaving.

"They made me angry."

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***Present Day***

They knew I was coming, yet they stood their ground... How foolish.

The 4 greater goblins guarding the door now dispersed into thin air as I cut them down. The room on my side of the door was about twice the size of my room back at the inn, but much smaller than all the massive hallways we had been through in this monster spawn.

The door was surprisingly normal. A proper human door made of wood, with two stone pillars on each side of it. I could break it down, but something made me feel as if I should keep the door intact and thus I pushed it open normally and walked in with the girl in my arm and sword safely in its sheath.

Alas, the villagers. Held in small cages in groups of four, like a bunch of animals, virtually unharmed.

Of course any feeling of relief was instantly ruined by the disgusting sight of 4 small goblins roaming around supposedly guarding the hostages, but now gaping in the shock at my arrival.

I set down the young girl behind me, and told her to stay there.

Just then one of the goblins rushed at me with his wooden club. I deflected his club off my hand guard, disarming him, and grabbed his face, squeezing his head under the strength of my grip until I could hear it squeal in pain.

Satisfied with the pain I was causing, I twisted his head to the left with a snap, breaking his neck, with the disgusting squealing finally dying out.

Watching their comrade die so easily, the other three goblins started screaming as I tossed the body off to the side and drew my sword, unamused.

Three goblins from three directions. I threw my sword ahead of me, and just as it passed clean through the head of the Goblin charging from the front, I called it back to my hand, only to throw it again to the left.

Curving through the air from left to right, the sword sliced in half the oncoming goblin from the left and returned to my right hand. Just in time for the goblin on my right to reach me and have his head decapitated with a single slash.

The villagers cowering till now all looked at me awestruck. It's as if my very appearance had rid them of their fear.

They were still in cages though. I motioned for the girl behind me to get the keys off the wall and unlock the captive villagers. She did as instructed, fumbling with the keys for a while but then got to it properly.

How did she get out of the cages though? Maybe she was never in them? Managed to hide away? I don't know.

As the doors of the cages opened, the sound of the metal made me feel as if the shackles were finally dropping. Shackles holding me back...