Re: Goblin Slayer

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Alice in Wonderland.

A small village of a hundred people, was not far from a provincial town a few hours away. To the north, from which, stretched a vast dark forest, and to the east, wrapped in an equally dark forest, was a swamp, where for decades lived various creatures - former animals or predators that over time, due to increased magical background mutated into dangerous monsters.

Such things happened all over the world - somewhere more, somewhere less, but the local authorities could not disperse their forces when there was a war against the demon lord. From what ordinary people, former adventurers and other kinds of detached people, had to take a dangerous but quite profitable task in their own hands, with any - minimal support from the authorities and adapt to the dangerous living conditions.

So there was a society of reasonable and a small village, surrounded by a small, flimsy fence, where from generation to generation lived hunters of all races and suits, that for years risked their lives, and what is important, got families, and then passed their skills to the next generation and died in the next outing on monsters or for the sake of rare ingredients for alchemy.

By the way, the mortality rate in such places was high, but profit made a difference in the plans of the reasonable, as well as the total number of inhabitants, which rarely exceeded what was necessary for a safe life. In such cases, some simply left for safer places, and some just wanted to make extra cash. Sometimes, children or teenagers were left without parents one day, and they could decide whether to live the life of a hunter or to travel with what cash they had left from their parents.

That's exactly what happened one cloudy day to Alice, her older sister and younger brother. Back in their early childhood, when the older sister was five and could look after the little ones, their long-lived parents had gone off into the sunset on another outing and never returned the next day, leaving them all alone with servants, never having had time to pass on an inheritance with the hunter family name according to local tradition.

They had become ancestral by elven tradition, which, alas, they themselves did not know. And they were in a state of prostration, for with the death of their relatives they had almost lost everything. Only close friends of their parents did not let their young children be left without inheritance and took them under their guardianship until they came of age.

New people - a stern man and a fragile looking dark-skinned girl in a monk's cassock - a priestess of some god. Behind whose back hid a shy girl, timidly peering curiously at her new housemates. They were welcomed warmly and cosily, brought up as relatives and given care and warmth.

Alice was not a very bright child at the time, so she quickly made friends with a girl - Okita, a dark-skinned copy of her mother. Not to say they had become best friends, but it was better than nothing and her strange younger brother and estranged sister, whom she had envied and feared since her parents' death.

For a simple reason, one might say. The older sister was lucky in everything! In looks and beauty, magical gift, and long-lived blood - she envied it all and couldn't understand why she didn't have pointed long ears, a magical gift she would have developed with her sister!

Instead, she always saw a cold stare. The power she longed for and wanted so badly, but she couldn't succeed no matter how hard she tried. The only joy was training on wooden swords with her brother, who had become weirder and weirder over the years. Even he, after a few years, looked better than she did in terms of beauty! The boy who was more beautiful than the Girl! Horror! Delirium! And another anger!

Not only had her friend started to admire her older sister, but depression and despair gripped her heart, and the sight of the mocking brother in women's clothes killed any desire to understand him. Only days of daily training on wooden swords and the battered look of her brother somehow brightened her days of envy and injustice.

As the years passed, they grew older and made new acquaintances. Alice had new friends besides... the traitor?

A girl, from the faun race, a human with cat features: + ears and tail, petite, cheerful and harmful, always keenly reacting to the size of her breasts, became Alice's first and best friend in the field of girlish injustice. And also due to her bright character and desire to become strong - to surpass the cold sorceress in the form of her sister, encouraged Alice with her eagerness and desire to become stronger!

For Alice, always second to her sister, the harmful but vulnerable friend was the first ray of light in her life. For the first time she thought about how to surpass her sister instead of envying her all her life! No longer was she afraid of her cold stare and aloofness! She overcame her unfounded views. She had a purpose and an opportunity! And she wasn't going to let her hands go.

Whatever her sister did, she tried to do it better and faster! And she even succeeded, but for some reason her heart felt empty. Achievements didn't bring joy. No matter how she improved, her sister was always the first and shone brighter than her.

Before Alice could notice how everyone had grown up, the day had come when they had to choose their fate.

It was on this day, the celebration of the victory over the past Demon King was coming.

All the teenagers and those who wished to relax had gathered in the nearest town for a festival. An ordinary festival that was celebrated every few years. The day her older sister, now a wizard, decided to become an adventurer, and Okita and Atlanta, her and Alice's friends, tagged along! The day they, with the addition of... a strange guy, all left their home village together for adventure.

The last day, the last smile of their relatives and the last moment when the village saw the sun set....

The holiday was beautiful. New people and happy faces of passers-by, soldiers in ceremonial armour marching to beautiful music and a rain of petals, along with outlandish food engulfed them in a whirlwind of joyous atmosphere.

An introduction to a charming adventurous wizard in revealing clothes, that Okita said was an acquaintance of her parents, led them along and showed them all the joys of the festival.

The performances of skilful magicians gathered the gazes of people and children alike, and the sweets melted in their mouths, raising the voices of the impressed girls. And such things gave a general warmth and peacefulness to everyone. And towards the end of the evening, when people were tipsy, the sky was coloured with a thousand beautiful colours and ahhs of those gathered.

With their mouths open, their gazes mesmerised as they watched every flash in the sky. It was a great experience for the girls, who had not seen many beautiful things in their lives, and for the first time forgot about all past offences.

The performance did not last long and soon the luminous silhouettes began to gradually recede... People began to go home, and those who under the cheerful comments, went to the taverns to continue the holiday for a pleasant company and drink.

Still under a strong impression, a group of girls looked around and met each other's eyes. The oldest of them nodded with a warm smile on her lips, undoubtedly winning the hearts of her friends. Almost in an embrace they returned to the room they had rented, pushed the beds together and fell into the realm of morpheus embracing each other.

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A couple of days later they were shocked by the news. Tired and out of breath, the scout spat out the tragedy in one breath. The village where they lived was gone. All the inhabitants had been killed - there were no survivors and no hope. There was no more home to return to.

Such bad news stunned everyone. Disbelief, bitterness and resentment, a desire to prove that it was all a lie! In the end, the girls and one young man were left alone against the whole world, armed with only one hope and anger. And on the ashes of their past home, they vowed revenge.....

They travelled back to the city, with the goal of becoming stronger. They joined the ranks of adventurers, and an acquaintance helped them settle into the pace of their new lives. The sorceress who won their hearts with her charisma and power became their role model. An idol and an object of admiration, to whom they reached out to become stronger like her.

Month after month, they completed missions and slayed rats and weak low-level monsters. Day after day, they trained with each other to the point of exhaustion and at one point on a mission, the accumulated fatigue took its toll. Scattered on the ground they were swallowing dust and breathing heavily as a wounded troll slowly began to approach them.

That was when they were rescued. A tall figure in armour without a helmet, her hair fluttering in the wind, with sword and shield she burst into battle and saved them from the fate of death. Astoria Pendragon, a travelling knight from a noble family helped them with a warm smile, asking nothing in return she dressed their wounds and cared for them, literally walking out and lifting them from their knees. In her figure they saw again the one they had previously looked up to.

In a burst of gratitude and sympathy the girls wished to thank their saviour, but she simply refused any reward, explaining that she could not leave them in distress and did what she thought was right.

Such a noble speech delighted everyone, and her charisma captivated their hearts. Word by word they gradually grew closer and learnt about each other. On their return to the city they knew almost everything about each other, and when they reached their destination they could be considered friends with a common goal. Which eventually prompted them to band together.

Alas, for some unknown reason the only guy decided to leave them, and Alice had to stay in the city because of a serious injury. Because of her stubborn character, her desire to become stronger and surpass her sister, she trained more than anyone else and naturally broke down. The local minister diagnosed her with severe exhaustion and ordered her to eat well and lie down without disturbing her body.

She was dismayed by this, and her friends could only wish her recovery and obey the priestess. Then they left her. Alas, for a girl who wanted to become strong almost maniacally, the ban was a formality. But she was not reckless and did not want to aggravate her situation.

So a week passed, and Alice's condition became only slightly better, and she did not intend to sit idly by any longer. Her friends were getting stronger, and she was here to stay. So, not wanting to be a burden, she picked up her sword, put on her leather armour and imposed herself on a group of porcelain rookies. And those in turn with open arms accepted their older sister, thanks to which they survived, but were seriously wounded and Alice had to help them get to the nearest village.

Where she learnt that the girl had been kidnapped by goblin hands.

Further already familiar to all the story. Alice could not leave such a thing for nothing, besides, Astoria in a sense changed the worldview of the girl with her words and actions. But she could not run away and soberly assessed her possibilities, besides, it was foolish to break to the goblins at night.

Instead, she had a good rest and moved towards the fortress in the morning. Where she waited for the right moment to strike, but alas luck was not on her side. A joke of fate, but her greatest strength was stealth, but due to her poor health and other factors, fate played a cruel joke on her. A small group of goblins spotted her, and piling on in droves, albeit with casualties, they felled Alice with a natural outcome.

Stress, bitterness, resentment, fear and anger at herself, because of her weakness and fatigue, she had lost again and her will was cracking at the seams. No matter how much she trained, defeat awaited her. Alice was ready to give up after half an hour of abuse, because the shed tears had long dried up: one last time and she would break down, forget herself and become a doll, as the goblins fucking her abruptly froze. No, it wasn't their next wave of orgasm. It was much simpler - they had died so quickly that they hadn't even realised how they had died.

What had killed them was unclear to Alice, and she didn't care. When she opened her eyelids, her eyesight - thanks to her elven blood and hard training - caught a barely perceptible silhouette next to her.

Goblin corpses began to dry up right before her eyes after the stranger's touch. Such a performance would have been horrible for Alice, as only monsters could perform such a thing, but it was the opposite. Alice rejoiced like a little child and watched the fate of her captors.

And when he looked at her, her soul sang. Strange feelings swept over her, and after his touch she lost track of time. Never before had she felt so... filled with POWER! And that power was only to be embraced... Did this creature really want to give her the opportunity to become strong?

The wounds left on her body by the goblins disappeared before her eyes, and the energy enveloped her soul and gave her peace.

'P-Lord... I... accept your gift!' - The right words popped up in her head on their own, and afterwards she blacked out. But even while passed out, she could feel her Master's touch! She felt his kindness and gentleness, the infusing energy she was drawn to with all her being, wanting to be completely absorbed!

To merge and rise above all mortals - the wretched worms, the dirt beneath her Master's feet! To accept the gift and become the one whom her Master would praise and bestow his love upon!

'Ah, Master❤! You are perfect and have bestowed such a generous gift upon the lowly me... I... I... I... will not betray your trust! Aaahhh❤... your energy is beautiful... how... same... good... H-nnnn❤...'

'Master! More❤! Fill me up all over! Ah-nahhh, your scent is driving me crazy! Destroy all traces of filth! I am only yours and no one else's! ❤ Ah-n...'

Unable to withstand the onslaught of such a powerful flow, her mind faded away and was surrounded by a gentle velvet. For several hours, she was in a similar state. And her mind was filled with strange information as well as knowledge regarding her gift.

And even so, she perceived everything that was happening with a sober mind, and her deepest wish finally came true. Alice had what she had been longing for all her life - the awakening of her magical gift!

This alone had already elevated her Master to such heights that she was willing to die for him and destroy anyone unworthy of seeing her Master. And her loyalty was fanatical to the point of insanity.

'My... Overlord❤...' - With these thoughts, Alice's rebirth into her master's most loyal servant took place.

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