"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.

Eiro loaded the crates into the carriage. They were filled with tons of dry goods that would last a while and were hard to get while travelling. In some barrels, boxes, and jars beside these crates, there were pickled and preserved foods that were good to have on hand, some water, a few bottles of wine, and of course some potions that Eiro wanted to have on hand. Not to mention a fair amount of different spices that were kept at the ready. The rest of the carriage was filled with clothes, some books, and camping gear. Of course, there were also some toys for Leon and Avalin. He also packed a few other supplies just in case, like some extra raw materials and specific woods in case he needed to repair Hannah's artificial body.


Chapter 800 - Farewells