The White-Haired, Red-Eyed Little Demon Refuses to Become a Hero!
"Damn demon, let me go...!" The slanting rays of the setting sun streamed through the half-open window into the dilapidated room. The dust kicked up by the struggle inside became countless flickering specks of light in the sunbeams, like a gentle sun shower. The tiny points of light fell back to the ground, playing the final notes of a...
"Damn demon, let me go...!" The slanting rays of the setting sun streamed through the half-open window into the dilapidated room. The dust kicked up by the struggle inside became countless flickering specks of light in the sunbeams, like a gentle sun shower. The tiny points of light fell back to the ground, playing the final notes of an unsuccessful resistance. A golden spear wrapped in crimson ribbons lay fallen to one side, its owner now kneeling on the ground, her blue eyes reflecting an unyielding light. She was Lota, who had traveled thousands of miles from her hometown to participate in the hero selection ceremony of the Kingdom of Istarte. Along the way, she had ventured alone into this alley to take care of some personal business, never expecting to be caught by a demon that had ap
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