Reborn Soul Master: The Rogue's Counterattack

The city of Radomir is located near the northern walls of the kingdom.

Was it because of the gloomy weather? The atmosphere in the city was gloomy, and the streets were empty except for a few passers-by.

The only place where you can hear people's voices is in the taverns filled with the smell of alcohol.

"Boss, have you heard? Another city turned into ruins yesterday."

The bald man sitting at the bar drained his glass and sighed helplessly.

"The demons have been active again recently. I just thought they had quieted down."

"Tsk. The world is no longer the same as it used to be. If this continues, the demons will really occupy and rule the entire kingdom."

The bald man frowned and drank another glass of wine.

"But isn't the resistance still trying to hold on?"

The owner smiled bitterly and refilled his empty glass.

"Three years. Three whole years. The Resistance is trying to thank you for your efforts, but honestly, I don't know now. Is there any hope?"

The bald man looked at the filled wine glass, sighed and shook his head.

Three years. Three years have passed since the demons attacked the Hero Academy and revealed their existence to the world again.

The demons no longer hide their identities and have been attacking the kingdom's major cities. A resistance army led by the Guardians has emerged and has been fighting them.

Thus, the era of the Third Demon War began.

"Although many heroes have been lost and many cities have fallen, it's not all bad news." The bald man fell into depression and sighed deeply. The owner forced a smile and comforted him.

"Well, boss, tell us some good news. All I hear all day is bad news, and it drives me crazy." The bald man said as he drained his glass once more.

"I just happened to bring some good news." The owner replied with a smile, and everyone in the tavern turned their eyes to him.

"Say it quickly."

"Is this news of the resistance's victory?" Three years of war have cast a shadow over the kingdom, and the people are pinning their hopes on little.

People looked at him with sparkling eyes, and the shopkeeper spoke with a pleasant smile.

"I heard that the resistance in the south has recaptured a city. Maybe it will become a new resistance fortress?"

The shopkeeper's words caused people to cheer quietly.

"That's great news. It's winning news in months."

"It will take some time for the resistance to move north, but at least we have one more forward base, which is really good news."

"There must have been a lot of casualties in this war." Listening to people's words, the shop owner nodded and spoke again.

"And it is said that a new hero has appeared." As the shopkeeper spoke, people's eyes lit up again.

"Since Mathias, Klose Douglas, and Esther, there has been no news of a new hero!"

"Finally, a new hero is born!"

"Do you know the names of those heroes?" People looked at the shopkeeper with expectant eyes, and he nodded as a matter of course.

"Blanche, Alvis, and Raiden. They are all from the Hero Academy."

"If it's Blanche-sama from the Hero Academy, then isn't that a talent of the Douglas family?"

"Lord Lyden must be the young master of the Montclair family."

"Is this the first time I've heard of the name Alves?" People happily chanted the name of the new hero.

As workers, all they can do is remember the names of the heroes.

Let the survivors pass on the names of heroes to future generations. Therefore, they worked hard to recite the names of new heroes.

"Although we are not a member of the resistance, there are operations to hunt demons all over the kingdom, so we have hope." The store owner said with a bright smile.

"Yes. There is the 'Blood Knight' in the west and the 'Undying Fire' in the east. Aren't these demon hunters very famous?"

Perhaps because of the owner's hopeful voice, the atmosphere in the tavern became more relaxed.

Just like the thick fog dissipated, smiles appeared on people's faces.

"It's really hard to laugh when I see you immersed in hope." At this time, the man drinking alone in the corner of the pub said with a bitter smile.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were on him, and he drained his glass and continued talking.

"Do you know why this city is still intact?" No one answered the man's question.

"Tsk tsk tsk. It seems like you really know nothing. What a bunch of fools." The man sneered and smacked his lips. The bald man stood up from his seat with a frown.

"Hey. How do you know how to talk like that? Let's hear it." Hearing the sharp voice, the man in the corner sneered and looked at the crowd at the bar.

"The lord of this city is actually a demon. He pretended to be a human, gathered a lot of refugees, secretly kidnapped them, and turned them into demons."

"So, what does that mean? The lord is a demon?"

"Don't lie! The lord said he would fight the demons to the end!" Hearing the man's words, people panicked and rushed towards him excitedly.

"What do the demons call this city? A factory! This city is a demon breeding ground where they kidnap refugees and turn them into demons! It's a garbage city!"

The man's shout made the man who was about to rush towards him stop and freeze. Then the owner swallowed and asked him.

"How can we trust your words?" You can't trust the words of a drunk.

Even if the world becomes dark, if someone insults the lord with lies, he will be driven out immediately.

"I saw it with my own eyes right there. I finally managed to escape from that damn place, but, well. There was nowhere to go." He might be caught soon.

The man said with a wry smile, and drank his glass again. In the tavern, the atmosphere of the fire of hope that had just been ignited suddenly turned cold.

Although I couldn't completely believe the guest's words, this was a city located in the northern part of the Kingdom of Libera. It was the farthest place from the resistance fortress.

The palace was also occupied by the demons, and even Hamilton, the former guardian, was a demon. The lord really couldn't tell, and it might be a demon.

It did seem a bit strange. They often heard news of nearby cities turning into ruins, but the city they lived in, "Radomir", had not been threatened by the demons for three years.

Why has this city, with no Guardians and no Resistance, been so safe for the past three years?

"If that's true..."

"Are we just being used as a front for the safety of this city?"

"Is the lord really a demon?" When people's faces began to be filled with despair.

Swish. The man who was sitting at the table by the window and drinking orange juice quietly stood up. Wearing a white coat, he walked towards the man who was complaining in the corner.

"Hello." He greeted in a cold voice.

"What's the matter? Who are you?" The man in the corner showed a frightened expression when a sturdy man approached.

"I want to hear your story in detail. In exchange, I'll pay for the drinks."

Then the sturdy man placed a silver coin on the table and said.