After waking up from that dream and swearing to fulfil that final order, Vert got out of bed and left the inn and town.
'Alright, time to continue... I gotta kill every last one of the pro-war demons...'
He travelled for many days before he came across a small village. Before he entered it, he saw that there weren't many people and the only guard was a young boy with tattered clothes and an old, beat-up and rusty sword.
"Hey kid, I suggest you change out with an adult. You won't be able to do s**t with that old piece of scrap," Vert said to the guard.
"Hah! Do you think I don't know that? There just isn't a f*****g blacksmith anywhere out here in a fifty-kilometre radius of here and I don't plan on going that far just to get some pieces of metal fixed!"
Vert nodded and then asked: "Ho
