The Villain's Story



Oliver was right, he had done it.

He had found the perfect team for him. This was the best!

Not only were Arken and Hiroto the perfect teammates with incredible synergy, Arken's pure brute strength, and Hiroto's skill. Oliver also had perfect synergy with them, for the first time it felt like he did actually need to do everything by himself.

Arken would always go on Headfirst, His large sword and fierce movements would throw the enemies into disarray. Hiroto would accurately pierce the demons that aimed for Arken's blind spots, And Oliver would also complement their styles.

Oliver's Magic, Arken's Brute Force swordsmanship, and Hiroto's Spearmanship were quite a great combo.

They were doing the work of multiple teams at once.

They were even taking care of large bases.

This was it!

This was the golden team!

A Sage, A Saint, and another Saint!

At the government, and even throughout the World this team was gaining fame and was soon cold.

The Golden team.

Oliver, Arken, and Hiroto.

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"Hah…I'm tired."

Said an exhausted Hiroto as he lay down on the ground, covered in blood.

"..."

Arken silently set up camp, his movements odd because of the blood on his figure. Oliver was the only one who remained clean.

They had been completing missions day and night, not getting enough rest.

Well, the other teams were less capable and had a higher chance of failure. The golden team was stuck with the hard missions. They had even garnered a name among the enemy's side now too.

"I feel disgusting."

Commented Hiroto, as he could feel the blood sticking to his skin, he almost vomited.

"Arkie, Are you sure you're fine?"

Arken did not respond and just laid down on his makeshift bed, and went to sleep.

"Stay still you two."

Suddenly, a blue glow from Oliver's hands went over to them both, this blue glow cleaned their bodies, and instantly Arken and Hiroto felt refreshed and clean.

"Damn! Magic is Awesome."

"..."

Arken went to sleep, whilst Hiroto was ecstatic that he was now clean. He laid down on his bed and whistled.

"Hiroto, can you write a request to headquarters for rest? We will be impaired if we keep doing this."

Oliver requested as he sat down and started a special mana fire, A type of fire that was nigh impossible to detect and one which exuded a comforting heat.

Hirotot stared at Oliver for a while, before simply saying.

"I don't know how to write."

"What?"

Oliver was flabbergasted, Hiroto didn't know how to write. What was this?

It was to be expected, Hiroto may have picked up the ability to read but he was an orphan who was conscripted into war.

"I only know how to read, barely."

"He takes hours to read a mission."

Arken commented from the side, he remembered the long time he had to wait before Hiroto could translate missions. When Oliver joined he informed them of missions through his tablet, so it was faster. He would have written the request too if his tablet hadn't gotten destroyed in the previous fights.

"Hey, at least I know how to read!."

"Arkie how about you?"

Even Oliver was now accustomed to calling Arken Arkie. And both Oliver and Hiroto were aware that it triggered a nerve. And they did it exactly because of that.

"Neither."

He answered. Arken didn't know how to read or write. Hiroto knew how to read, and Oliver knew both.

"Well, we were both orphans, You can't expect us to know that stuff."

Said Hiroto as he tossed his tablet to Oliver, who grabbed it and began to write.

Arken seemed to be sleeping soundly, whilst Hiroto stared at the ceiling of the building they were taking refuge in.

"Hey, Oliver, what do you wanna become?"

"..?"

Oliver, surprised by the sudden question, remained silent.

"I don't know. I guess I want to become the greatest Mage then."

He answered, with little passion. Hiroto did not avert his gaze from the ceiling and said.

"That's great."

Arken listened closely to the conversation, even though he was trying to sleep. He did this often.

"What about you, Arkie?"

He asked Arken as well.

"Strong."

And as usual, Arken replied with only a single word. He disliked talking in such long sentences.

Oliver put the tablet down when he was done with writing the request and asked Hiroto.

"Well, what do you wanna become?"

Hiroto didn't answer for a while. And Oliver and Arken both paid attention. They wanted to know what he, the most eccentric person among them, would say.

"I…wanna become a nicer person."

"Pfft."

"Hey. I'm serious."

Hiroto reprimanded Arken for his laugh. Oliver stared at him and asked.

"That's quite vague."

"It is? Haha…"

Hiroto laughed quietly when he thought about it. Yeah…it was vague.

"I want to become a better person…I guess. Is that more clear?"

"Not really much better, but I get the gist of it."

Hiroto smiled, Oliver looked at the mana flame and asked the reason. Arken just listened to their conversation quietly.

"So, Why?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why do you wanna become a nicer person? There has to be a reason behind it."

Asked Oliver, Hiroto pondered for a while but couldn't come up with a suitable answer, instead, he asked a question.

"Hey Oliver, Do people need a reason to become kind?"

"I don't understand."

" I mean…"

Hiroto hesitated for a second, he thought about it first.

"Do people really need a reason to become a better person? Like…what's wrong with being kind? Just be nice to people and the world."

Hiroto himself didn't understand, maybe he was too naive.

"So everyone should be kind?"

Oliver and Hiroto agreed.

"Yeah! That's what I'm saying. There are multiple people, children, women, and men who are suffering. Like…Just help them."

"Pfft…Easier said than done."

This time, even Oliver laughed.

"People don't like doing it. People don't like helping others. They prioritize their own benefits. Most are like that. A truly kind soul is rare."

As Hiroto listened to Oliver, his thoughts varied. He picked up the Ame-no-Sakahoko and spent quite a while staring silently at the spear. All of a sudden he stood up and said.

"I'm gonna go for a walk, let me clear my head."

Oliver and Arken didn't stop him.