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The Knight Of Euphemia

"She is the progeny of the devil." The final blow was laid down. A sword through his heart. Followers of hell had slayed the Knight. "A prophet, I am not. But I shall curse this land, which dared to deprive us of our bond. He shall honor my promise, and he shall bring the rot to your land. Not for my selfish will, but for the eradication of true evil." With the corpse of her beloved in her embrace, Euphemia was sealed forever. As the dust settled, a new dawn emerged. 'The Immortal Land Of Euphemia. A place that refuses to wither down even after several millenniums of prosperity. Kingdoms have come and gone, but none of them carried the strength and Valor of the holy land, protected by the will of the warrior goddess Astarte.'

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Population Control

"Done."

The day had passed by in a flash, giving way for the darkness to take over.

"Forty-Three Bloodhounds. Slightly higher than last month."

Faye rolled up the map and handed it back to him.

"Why were we doing this again?"

His kill count was 12. After the first two encounters, she had allowed him to take on more of the monsters.

"Population control."

She pulled the reigns to change the direction and steer her steed towards the exit.

"Right. But why control it? Why not kill all of them?"

"We were barely getting by with just the two of us. We would need a battalion to clear out their main hideout. Just by mere speculation, their numbers could be anywhere from 500 to 1000 once we get deeper into their territory."

"Really? And master has done nothing about it?"

The monsters are a clear threat to the territory.

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