49 On the Way to a Magical Story

"Are you trying to play with me?" The sage looked at Damian with penetrating eyes, but then lowered his gaze to the map and mocked when he saw the area that was marked on the map. "Do you want to go to the fairy forest? Jajaja, that's the greatest stupidity I've heard in a long time."

"Any problem?" Damian controlled his emotions because these acts of a drunkard were not something to alter.

The savage smiled and said, "There is no fairy forest; many idiots in this village and distant adventurers who know history have come with the sole aim of finding the source of sick youth in this demon forest."

Everyone wanted to approve these words, but seeing that Damian was a magician who gave a feeling of suffocating oppression, no one said anything.

But these words did not affect Damian; he knew perfectly well how much they had not sought in the right place. For now, what I would do was rest and start his search. All of this was necessary and not a simple wish, so what I had assumed during all this time of travel was that I would not kill the Devil King in the next thirty years and stick to the idea of protecting the people from the demons that torment them.

When Damian had that resolution in his mind, he found that it would be necessary to increase his life and thus exterminate a demon by demon until none of them remained alive. During this journey, that idea within him had grown to such an extent that there was no return.

"What does an adventurer do here when he should be doing his job of eliminating monsters? If you're done, then I congratulate you, but wasting time this way is an insult to all the other adventurers who work day and night helping in the far north." Damian looked at the dish of food that had been served to him very carefully and began to eat.

The savage felt offended and could not allow anyone to address him that way, so he put his sword on the table and asked instead, "If you want to play that way, what are you doing here? I see nothing more than a waste of time looking for something that doesn't exist."

"What makes you think it doesn't exist?" Damian took a hard piece of bread and ground it with the onion soup that had been served to him.

"What makes you think it exists? Look, beginner, I don't know what the hell you're doing here, but if you are looking for something fantastic, I'm afraid that the one who's wasting time is you." The Sabo had taken missions to get away from the far north; many of his companions had died, so his idea was never to step on that battlefield.

"I've been at the front, fighting demons and killing many more than all of you will see alive." For curious ears, Damian said these words to be heard.

What was his intention? Obviously everyone felt safe; that was what they used to do in villages abandoned by soldiers and living in constant agony.

"Jajaja, I myself will kill the Devil King if that is true!" The Savior obviously didn't believe these words.

But when Damian lifted up his left hand, the wise man remained silent when he saw that bone-shaped hand falling from his back. "Did you get cursed?"

"Inherited from battle, don't you know the consequences of confronting demons?" Damian made fun of this adventurer.

Everyone felt struck, but when they looked at the medals on Damian's arm, they were surprised to recognize the army's medals.

"A condecorate of war, if anyone here has validity in his words, is he?" At that moment, an old man entered the tavern, held a rod, and walked toward where the Sabueso was.

"Head of the people..."

"If you're not going to drink, then get out; there's a lot of work to do, like losing it here drinking." The old man named Theo looked at everyone with authority, and at that moment they went away to work.

Now with the war against the demons, each people must send their ministers abundantly to the front so that the soldiers can fight with total peace and replenish their forces with high-quality food.

Theo looked at the Sabueso coldly and asked, "Have you solved the problem? If so, then take your reward and let go if you plan to be causing trouble."

"Cursed old man..."

Damian looked at the Savior coming out of the tavern and asked, "Are they afraid of you?"

"I see you have made great contributions in the far north; what are you doing here?" Theo was a former high-ranking soldier who had abandoned his service for injuries that would prevent him from returning to the battlefield.

"He sought the source of youth."

"Do you think you'll find her?"

Damian smiled and said, "It's my destiny."

"Is that a curse? Who wants to be immortal in a world like this?"

Those words left Damian silent, but right now, there was nothing else he could do but look for that fountain of youth to avoid worrying about getting older.

"About the history..."

"You will die for the fairy who guards the forest if you try to harm it."