The wolf lady was shocked when the attack that was to end her was destroyed suddenly. A figure landed right in front of her like a knight coming to her rescue.
Well, this was from her point of view. She had lived a life where she was alone and never helped, so the feeling of someone saving her was all new.
But when she saw who stood in front of her, her feelings changed to panic. This was a child, and he would die if he got hit.
“Stay back, it’s too dangerous!” she yelled, but Silva had already charged at the goblins.
He didn’t waste a single breath on the hobgoblins or normal goblins. All he did was use darkness blades to take them out as he ran.
His targets were the two giant goblins. The two goblins saw Silva headed for them and decided to attack first.
One lifted up the bow and swung it like a bat at Silva. Silva leaped into the air and landed on the bow, then ran up it.
With his sword in his hands, he jumped from the bow. The goblin tried to catch him mid-air, but Silva slashed the hand off in one move and then came down with a stab into the head of the goblin, killing it.
The second one was overtaken by rage when it saw its brother dead. It made a clenched fist and swung down at Silva, who was still on the head of the first goblin.
Silva leaped out of the way, and the fist of the goblin crushed the skull of its brother. The goblin was momentarily shocked at what it had done; in its rage, it had caused its brother more harm.
Silva took advantage of the momentary pause and made his way to the back of the goblin. He jumped up to the head and split the goblin clean in two.
Now that the two giants had died, the remaining goblins tried to run off. Silva summoned his clones, and they chased after them, killing the rest.
And just like that, the battle that would have claimed the lives of all these people ended.
Everyone who survived looked at Silva with mixed emotions. Should they be happy that they were saved, or should they be wary of the twelve-year-old that just massacred all the goblins with a straight face?
Silva ignored the others and made his way to the wolf lady. She subconsciously took a step back, her mind terrified at how Silva killed all the goblins.
“I am not going to hurt you,” Silva said with an innocent smile. He looked just like an ordinary child.
But to the people here, they became even more wary of him. He controlled his emotions and expressions so well that if you saw him, you would never believe that he did such a thing just moments ago.
“Take this.” Silva took out a healing potion and handed it to her. She looked at it closely, a bit skeptical.
“If I wanted you all dead, you would have already been dead. You don’t have to worry about anything being wrong with it,” Silva said with a smile.
The wolf lady accepted the potion and drank it. Her wounds started healing up, and energy returned to her body.
“Thank you. I’m sorry for being rude to you even after you saved us,” she said, bowing her head to him.
“You said ‘save us’? Actually, I had no plans of saving anyone other than you,” Silva said. The hearts of all those there tightened when they heard that.
“I would have simply watched this whole thing happen if not because of you,” Silva said.
She looked at him with a confused face. What was Silva saying?
“I guess you guys will be better off heading to Ribest, my hometown. It is closer to here,” Silva said to the others and pointed in that direction.
“But Miss, I want to talk with you, so I’ll delay you a bit,” Silva said to the wolf lady. She didn’t know what he wanted to talk about, but she agreed.
After the others finally took what they could and all said their thanks to Silva for saving them, they headed for Ribest, leaving Silva and the wolf lady alone.
“Dawn, my name is Dawn,” she said in an awkward manner, as if she didn’t have much human interaction.
Demi-humans in this time and age were sold as slaves in certain towns and cities, often after wars and great suffering.
All Silva really knew about it was that they were pushing for the abolition of slavery and returning the enslaved demi-humans to their home countries.
This was information he got after he entered the political sector.
“My name is Silva. I’m an adventurer from Ribest,” Silva said.
Dawn looked at Silva very closely. Her eyes went all over him like a scan, and she couldn’t help but ask,
“Sir Silva, how old are you?” she asked.
“Drop the ‘Sir’ talk. I’m twelve, getting to thirteen,” he said.
“Seriously?” she asked in shock. She could tell that Silva was powerful. There was no way a twelve-year-old could be this strong, but she decided not to pry.
“So, tell me, Dawn, where is your home?” Silva asked, but as soon as he did, her face went sour.
He could tell there was a story behind that face, and he wanted to know, but he couldn’t outright ask her.
“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to,” he said.
“No, you saved my life. I owe you my life at this point. I’ll tell you,” she said.
They found a place to sit, and then she started recalling her past.
Dawn was from the Grey Wolf Beastkin tribe, but she was an outcast due to the fact that she wasn’t a real beastkin.
Her mother was from the tribe, while her father was purely human. It was hard for two different races to have a child, but not impossible, and she was an example of that.