Demon's Virtue

"Bleh." - Imp An Imp, a monster known to kill with a grin, a demon of the world, a creature of incredible might! Something that no force in the world can stand against! At least that's what the Main Character would like himself to be, the reality is very different, however. Exactly that Imp stumbles along a path of unfortunate fortunes and grows through it, in a world that hates its very existence. It grows more intelligent, more powerful, simply better at whatever it needs to do. Amongst other things, that includes raising children, killing Soldiers, and carving wooden figurines for money.

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Take a breather

Eiro brought the items that Armodeus made for him outside. With a flick of his hand, he got rid of the bit of snow that had gathered, and then proceeded to dry the ground in the training-area of his manor's garden.

If the ground was too muddy, all that would happen was that Krog's body would be pushed down into that mud. That was the opposite of what he wanted to happen. The Demon placed the items onto the ground and waited for his three party members to come join him.

The first one to take notice of the items laying there was Krog himself, since it was obvious that this wooden armor was meant for him. It wouldn't end up fitting anyone else, after all.

"You know that metal armor's better than wooden one, right?" The half-Goliath pointed out with a wry smile, and Eiro let out a slight sigh. He picked up the gauntlet of the armor and poured his mana into it for a moment, and then threw the gauntlet over at Krog.

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