True King's Ecstasy



The sun sank low on the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the ruined villages that dotted the once-thriving kingdom of Kelleros.

The aftermath of the devastating monster attack was a grim sight to behold. Celina surveyed the destruction with a heavy heart, his eyes filled with sorrow and determination.

*Tsk

"How dare they kill my people? I will make sure every last single user will die in the most painful way possible," Thinking about how he is going to torture the man.

He turned to face the survivors, men and women, young and old, who had somehow escaped the clutches of the fearsome beasts.

They stood huddled together, their faces etched with grief and pain. But among them, the most heart-wrenching sights were the tear-streaked faces of the orphaned children and the inconsolable parents who had lost their little ones.

Velian clenched his fists, his voice laced with determination as he addressed the crowd, showing the man, whose hands were tied with a tight rope and on his neck was a necklace, which had an obvious violet colour gem.

"People of this village, I stand before you with the man responsible for these atrocities. He shall face justice, but it is for you to decide what that justice should be."

"He is a monster tamer that used monsters to attack innocent people, he shouldn't be forgiven, but at the same time he shouldn't be killed because this person here succumbed to the evil power of the demon lord,"

The air crackled with anger as the villagers glared at the guilty man, their rage palpable.

A surge of emotion overwhelmed them, and as one, they advanced upon the malefactor, fists raised and voices roaring with righteous fury.

Velian stepped forward swiftly, intervening to prevent the man from being torn apart by the vengeful mob.

"Calm down!" he shouted, his voice commanding attention amidst the chaos.

"No weapons allowed! And don't kill him, you have to use your bare hands or stones to attack him, if he dies, in the future many more people will suffer just like this." His firm gaze met the villagers', urging them to pause their assault.

Reluctantly, they withdrew, their anger simmering beneath the surface, but they proceeded to do what Velian asked them to do.

A cacophony of grunts and thuds filled the air as the villagers unleashed their pent-up frustrations upon the man.

Blow after blow rained down upon him, a symphony of vengeance conducted by Velian's silent command. The cries of the fallen resonated through the ruins, mingling with the mournful wails of the bereaved.

Amidst the chaos, Velian maintained a steely gaze, ensuring that the man's punishment would not turn fatal.

He knew the weight of his decision, the necessity of balancing justice and mercy. Each strike carried the collective pain and anguish of the villagers, a visceral expression of their shattered lives.

Some people even went as far as to kick his crotch causing the man to groan in pain and bend, but he couldn't even hold his crotch which increased his pain even more.

The atmosphere grew tense as Velian took a deep breath, knowing that the task ahead would be challenging. He gestured to his most trusted advisor, Naomi, who had remained by his side throughout the ordeal.

"Naomi," Velian said, his voice filled with urgency, "I need you to send a letter to Sariya. Inform her of the situation and ask her to make preparations in the capital.

We shall bring these survivors there, shelter them, and help them rebuild their villages and farms."

Naomi nodded solemnly, her eyes mirroring the king's determination. "Consider it done, Master. I will see to it personally," she replied, her voice resolute.

With hope kindling in his heart, Velian turned his attention back to the villagers. He addressed them once more, his voice gentle yet unwavering,

"My people, we shall not let this tragedy break us. Together, we will rebuild what has been lost. We will create a future where our children can laugh and play, and our fields will flourish once more."

The villagers listened intently, tears mingling with hope in their eyes. Velian's words stirred a glimmer of resilience within them, slowly replacing the despair that had taken hold. They understood that their king would not abandon them in their time of need.

As they prepared to embark on the journey to the capital, Velian remained steadfast. With each step, he vowed to restore their lives and bring justice to their fallen brethren.

The road ahead was fraught with challenges, but with the strength of their unity, they would overcome them.

"Naomi, take them back to the capital, I will visit other villages on my own, and there's something I want to confirm," Velian said and tried to leave, but Naomi looked at him with a reluctant look.

"Don't worry about me, just go, I can manage myself,"

After a few minutes of convincing, Velian finally managed to send her back with the others to safely accompany the villagers while he took the beaten-up man like a stray cat and released his blindfold.

"Looks like you had fun, so let's get to work now, I won't calm down until I clean every single one of your kind," Velian said and slapped the unconscious man rather hard causing him to wake up from the shock.

"All of you're not human anymore, so you don't have human rights,"

Meanwhile, Naomi watched the weary faces of the villagers, their eyes clouded with sorrow and uncertainty.

They had placed their trust in their king, believing he would guide them towards a brighter future.

Yet, as they journeyed onward, Naomi couldn't help but wonder if Velian's unyielding approach would truly lead them to the healing they desperately sought.

It was not that she doubted his abilities, but she knew that the future that awaited them was nothing but peaceful.

The road stretched before them, each step propelling them closer to the capital, where Sariya awaited their arrival.

Naomi's heart fluttered with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. She knew that Sariya, a compassionate and wise leader, would do her utmost to aid the villagers in their time of need. But would it be enough to mend the wounds inflicted upon their souls?