Lafrenia

On one of the collapsed trees in the Arvensian Forest, a solitary man sat hunched over, his hair the same color as the ash of a cheap cigarette in his mouth. He was no longer young, but in his beautiful, violet eyes, despite the fatigue reflected in them, a small spark still burned. The Society of Innocent Lafrenia and True Orion was a very ancient organization, whose task was to eradicate everything that was not prescribed by the designs of Mana, Dante, and Abelia. In short, everything that was attributed to the otherworldly goddess Rishe. Most often, this manifested itself in the hunt for non-humans and wizards, but with the Church losing its former influence, the Society had to reduce the scale of its activities in Lafrenia. Nevertheless, the Society's word still carries significant weight in the hierarchy of the Church of Dante, and the latter, in turn, plays a major role in the life of Refitea, which allows members of the Society to enjoy a certain freedom of action in the territories controlled by the kingdom. Eolia, where Trivium Kimiki rules, who, by the decision of Refitea and Ditlind, deprived the demons of their legal protection, was an excellent place to carry out the Society's operations, and therefore, Goldface was tasked with destroying as many demons as possible in the shortest possible time, in case their status in the constitution of Eolia was changed again. Ironically, information about the settlement of Raum reached him quite by chance. Several months ago, a small group of travelers from Ditlind was attacked by Arvensian monkeys and was almost completely destroyed; only one boy survived, whom Raum himself rescued from trouble. He and his demonic friends helped the unfortunate fellow get back on his feet, and then escorted him to the city. Time passed, and he somehow let it slip. He did not wish anyone harm, but the information passed from one mouth to another and eventually reached Goldface. He felt neither love nor hatred for his work, but for one of the 66 cardinals of the society, its execution was something self-evident. About 30 years ago, like his current subordinates, he was a simple soldier of the Society and did what the then Goldface - his teacher - told him, but over time, little had changed. The strict rules of the Society do not welcome opinions that differ from the inviolable dogmas of past centuries, and therefore, they have no platform for discussing modern realities. Goldface was pleased that he had retreated when he had the opportunity. This allowed him to reduce the number of potential opponents and take a better look at the combat-ready part of the settlement, and the presence of slow members among them allowed the strike force to easily avoid premature detection and follow the travelers without much effort. "And, frankly, I chose a lousy formation," he lamented to himself, remembering the giant demon with a hammer in his hands. "Not only could he easily crush the guys, but we wouldn't have the opportunity to attack more convenient targets." Not to mention that the hysteria of their fellow countrywoman had a bad effect on the morale of his soldiers. They were still young, and a minute of moral torment could easily cost them their lives and put the entire operation at risk of failure. "However, she was a good girl, with a pure heart... She just dresses like a slut, but it's stupid to judge her for that; it's all the environment's fault..." He also understood that it was useless to argue with the arguments of these people, and especially with Raum himself, who showed uncharacteristic nobility for a mortal - it was iron logic, but fortunately, Goldface's teacher had taught him well, showing that there was no point in winning disputes. In his work, it was enough to accuse the opponent of stupidity or unspeakable evil, and no one would bother to sort out the facts and arguments in critical situations. For the same reason, the hysteria of women and children, especially of the same nation as you, is often very effective - few people want to raise their hand at such a moment, especially young people. "Your Grace," Gregory appeared behind Goldface, "the time has come!" "Well then," extinguishing the cigarette, he put on his helmet and got up, "let's get started!" This time, he knew all the information about the enemy and did not intend to give them a chance to speak. Ment, if you want, you can control the battle.