Chapter One: Enter the Slayer

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"Talking"

Thinking

"Demon Speech/Monster Language/Blood Hunter "Active" Mode"

"Foreign Language"

He slashed and stabbed the goblins as he came into range, allowing the corpses to burn and create enough lighting for the Paladin to see and shoot at the goblins. As a team they cleared most of the small army, when the big one stomped forward and tried to swat Harry aside, the sloppy arm movement was easily dodged as the Blood Hunter ducked under the appendage, using the enemy's miss to strike at the offending arm, nor a slash as with the other smaller goblins, but instead a stab near the elbow, all the while augmenting the Rite of the Flame on his weapon, causing the fire to become twice as strong, burning the bigger goblin, who agonized as the flames spread.

"Hmm...I didn't see a single Shaman, and the totem we passed indicated the leader of this little horde would be one. Maybe I was wrong?" Servyan spoke as he put the crossbow he had been using away, and taking hold of his axe and shield once more and making his way back to the other in their group.

"No you are not." A new voice spoke, and from the path they came walked another adventurer, who wore grubby leather armor with chain mail underneath, paired with his signature cheap-looking helmet with what seemed to be broken horns on the sides. Harry noticed the tone of voice the man spoke with, and it was the same he would speak with once he arrived in this new life, with the knowledge he would never be able to return to his old life again. But there was an undertone of…not boredom, as the man seemed genuinely interested in their knowledge of goblins, but still a deadpan tone showed Harry he was forcing himself to remain impassive.

The others in the group tensed as the man continued walking their way, but both Harry and Servyan lowered their weapons, quite aware of the fact the man was no threat, given he had yet to attack them, or the fact he was alone against two high-ranked adventurers.

"You can leave the rest to me; I'll kill the remaining goblins." The man continued even as he used his torch to illuminate a passage that had three scout goblins lying in wait. His arm moved quickly to his hip and in quick movements three throwing daggers met their mark on the creatures' necks, causing them to drop to the ground, not dead but unable to scream for help either.

Servyan wanted to speak, likely to protest the man's statement, but Harry took the opportunity offered. He would personally like nothing more than to join this man on his quest to kill the remaining monsters, but Wizard still needed to be taken to safety and hopefully to allow her to recover mentally from what almost happened to her that day.

"We thank you, sir…our colleague is in dire need of medical care and we need to have a serious talk about a few actions during this mission." Harry watched the man closely for a moment but he made no indication of acknowledging the words spoken, so he decided to simply turn his attention to Wizard, walking slowly toward her as to not scare her, but as he got close enough she once more took hold of him and held tightly. Harry sighed and turned toward the exit, nodding to Servyan as he passed the man, and with a sharp look toward Warrior, he made sure the younger adventurer was following.

"I'll stay. You are safe as long as you follow all directions given by Harry, and I need to ensure our new acquaintance here makes it back safely from this extermination mission." The man was about to protest, but the Paladin simply raised his hand, stopping any complaints. "You don't have an estimate on how many are left, and although I can well see you are well equipped to deal with the beasts, you can still be overwhelmed. I must insist."

Harry chuckled at that, the man was pushy, but he knew, after their talk that his heart was in the right place, despite his usually hard tone.

"…I understand." Was the reply, and they apparently reached some form of agreement then, as he heard neither speak anymore. He continued on his way out of the cave and to the guild hall. He had a Warrior to reprimand.

They arrived at the guild hall, and he left the Priestess and the Warrior on the main hall, while he took the Wizard with him to the medic center, Fighter following close behind. He still didn't understand why the boy acted the way he did, both himself and Servyan had warned all of them of possible ambushes, distractions on their path to hide the true danger. He momentarily wondered what would have happened had he and the Paladin not been there to stop the goblins, and he shuddered at the thought.

Wizard still held onto him tightly as he carried her bridal style through the building, and Fighter walked close by, her eyes ever so often trailing to the girl in his arms with…jealousy? Harry sighed and decided he needed to talk to the girl at a later date about her feelings, he felt something for her as well, after all she had confided many things in him, and unlike his friends back on his world, she'd respected his personal space when he needed it.

"Ira" He began, and the girl blushed at his use of her real name, causing him to smile softly. "Thank you for actually listening to our instructions, I noticed you were the only one who didn't rush ahead." They stopped as he saw the indication for the medical center of the guild hall, and he called out for the attendant to come get Wizard, but as the guild's Cleric came to take the girl away she desperately clung to him, not letting go of his neck and pleading that he don't leave her alone.

"She's really shaken…" the Cleric spoke with a gentle tone of voice, but a frown marred her visage.

"She's been through a tough situation, she was almost violated by goblins." The Cleric's eyes widened slightly, but soon she recomposed herself, it wasn't all that rare for new adventurers to almost or even actually be violated by the little beasts, but of course that didn't make Wizard's suffering any the lesser, it just mean the Cleric would know how to respond to the situation.

"I take it you were the one to save her, Hunter?" Harry nodded as she spoke, and understanding dawned on the Cleric, who let go of the still frightened Wizard. "I'm afraid I'll have to request that you stay with her for now, then." Again he nodded, as he wasn't about to leave the girl, given how desperate she was when he came even close to leaving.

Harry walked, still with Wizard in his arms, into the room the girl would be occupying for the moment. It was normal to send these cases to the church, but they dealt with the more extreme cases, which of course meant the one who'd been raped by the monsters. Cases such as Wizard's were instead given to the guild to handle, as the Clerics had training with dealing with such issues.

As the Cleric left them, Harry, Fighter and Wizard stood alone in the room, with Wizard still clinging to her savior.

"…Morrigan. My name is Morrigan. Thank you so much for saving me." Her voice was low, and he could hear the trembling as she spoke, but he ignored that in favor of trying to lift her spirits at least a little.

"Well Morrigan, I'm Harry Potter and that beautiful girl right there is Ira. Thank you for trusting us with your real name." He smiled as he spoke. He didn't bother giving her his full name because this world didn't have the concept of surnames, let alone a second name. He turned his attention to Ira, who was blushing something fierce over what he'd said as he introduced her and grinned mischievously.

"Harry…Potter? You have two names?" He saw Ira put her hand over her mouth to hide her quiet laughter as he sighed over dramatically in mock resignation, turning his attention once more to Morrigan.

"Well…technically yes, I do but my name isn't Harry Potter, I'm Harry of the house of Potter. Potter is my surname, you could say it's my family name." He really sucked at explaining this, since he never had to before coming to this world. Even Morrigan, in her current state could see that and she laughed softly, and he could feel her relaxing, given she still had her hold on him. The girl refused to let go of her safe haven, so to speak, but now she didn't hang to him as though he was her lifeline.

"Oh, think that's funny do you?" He spoke in mock anger, and she reacted a little differently than expected, as she just nodded and stuck her tongue out to him, causing him to narrow his eyes at the girl. "Oooh…I'm so getting you back for that. Who knew our Morrigan had this side to her?" He turned his attention to Ira, who, while still laughing quietly, shook her head and shrugged, indicating she had no idea.

"Ah, that was a good fight!" He exclaimed, even as he once again strapped his armor back to place, a huge grin on his face. "So, Sten, my old friend, why do you still travel alone? I thought we spoke about this?" He turned his head slightly toward the Goblin Slayer, who he knew to be actually Sten, from past interactions with the young man.

They'd found each other while hunting for goblins, Servyan was in his personal vendetta against all goblin kind, and it had been refreshing to meet someone else who understood the danger they represented. They had eventually shared stories, Sten about how he'd been forced to watch as his sister, the person he'd loved the most was used as a toy and then when there was no use for her anymore, murdered in front of his eyes, he'd remembered hearing their laughter as they used her body, and then as they disposed of it. It had been then that he swore he would not stop until all goblins died. After that he left his home village to hunt and kill as many goblins as he could. But he knew he was a weak child then, he would only get himself killed if he tried, so he trained, alone at first, and when he thought himself ready he went on his first hunt.

It was then he met his master, who presented himself only as Rhea, the Burglar. He was very knowledgeable when it came to goblins, and as such he took to teaching Sten what he needed to know in order to hunt the creatures. But it hadn't been all he'd done, during his training, Rhea had also used some form of ritual, he didn't really understand what it was, but it changed him, he became faster, stronger, he could see in the darkness, he could go for days without sleeping, his stamina was improved…all it cost him was his humanity.

The reason he'd say that was because while the ritual gave him augmented physical abilities, it gave him a craving for monster flesh that he tried suppressing but he would feel weak, he even came close to dying once, something he had no problem with, but then he thought about letting the goblins win, again, and he swallowed whatever pride he had about being one hundred percent human and began indulging himself on his enemies, but he didn't simply consume lowly goblins, no, in the off chance his abilities were further augmented by his food, he only ate the superior forms, Shamans, Champions, Lords.

Sten said he came to actually enjoy hunting goblins, killing them. For all intents and purposes he had become a monster, much like the ones he hunted. Of course, with time and the developing of their friendship, Servyan took such notions from his mind and reminded him he was more human than the people who denied help to his family in their darkest moment. That had changed something, he no longer isolated himself, at least not as much as he did before, but he had gotten a reputation out of it, and he intended to maintain it.

Servyan told a slightly different tale, he spoke of how, in his younger years, his family farm was attacked by a horde, his father giving his life to defend his family, taking as many of the little beasts with him as he could, and giving him the order to seek aid. He remembered how not a single adventurer bothered answering their plight.

"The reward isn't worth the trouble, they said." He told of his disillusionment with adventurers then, and how he ran back to his home in despair, willing to lay down his life, as his father had been, to see his sister and mother safe. He'd been stopped by a Paladin who'd been passing by.

"'I cannot leave others to suffer if I can help it. Allow me to come with you, young one.' It was a simple sentence but it filled me with hope that there actually were good adventurers out there, actually willing to help. When we got home…I watched them kill both my mother and sister, after having had their fun. The Paladin I met killed the goblins who were still there, and then even helped me in burying my family…" He took a moment to recompose himself as the memories of that day assaulted his mind.

He then said that his conviction of presenting his name came that same day. His family died, and no one would remember them, as all they knew was their titles, their professions. He forsook his actual name and to his father's, the hero who sacrificed himself so his son could find help…help that never came. He had been lost then; he'd been taken in by a dwarven merchant, who taught him the ways of the berserker, even though he'd sworn he would become a paladin to honor the man who actually extended a helping hand.

He eagerly accepted the teachings, despite his personal feelings, and he had many chances to use said teachings as well, like once as they traveled, the caravan was assaulted by a few scouts during the night. The goblins thought it was poorly manned, instead they got him. He relished the feeling the fight brought him, the rush of his first kill, and his second and third…

As time went by and he grew older, his body was conditioned to that of a berserker, he became muscular, something that surprisingly didn't impede his dexterity and agility in the slightest. He wore no armor, as it usually just got in the way, instead he wore normal civilian clothing, as he was traveling with a merchant, and had become one himself.

On his twentieth birthday he was taken to yet another temple, this time in foreign lands, where he kneeled and prayed for strength to continue his quest. It surprised him that the deity for that land answered him, chose him. He swore devotion to her, his patron, and in exchange he was granted what he had always wanted, but was never granted before then. He could finally undertake his training as a Paladin.

Servyan turned his attention to Sten, who seemed to be reminiscing just as he was, but before he could say whatever was in his mind, the man known as Goblin Slayer spoke, curiosity clear on his face.

"Something I was always curious about, Servyan. Does your patron condone your…fighting style?" He laughed at that, but shook his head in answer, and as his laughter subsided he decided to elaborate.

"She does not. My Oath is that of Conquest, it isn't quite usual for paladins to take this Oath, but it was the one she requested of me. I seek to break my enemies' wills. Killing is easy, and although I'm allowed to slay all goblins I come across because of my vendetta, death is easy. Make your enemies fear you enough and you will never have to worry about them again. Being a berserker makes it so very easy…as you may know, berserkers in battle rage are quite the sight."

He watched as Sten looked at him for quite some time, probably thinking of ways this saying was wrong, but in the end the Goblin Slayer decided it was best to leave it be, and they began preparing to leave the nest.

"Anyway, who knew they'd have a champion here, of all things?" Servyan asked as he kicked the mangled corpse of his foe, his previous, animalistic grin returning to his face before, a moment later he became serious again, his attention on his old comrade.

"Did you notice their equipment?" Servyan asked, now looking through the corpses and taking their armor and weapons into account. "This horde was better equipped than what you normally find in places like this…who's supplying them, and what for? Have you encountered anything like this yet, Sten?"

The Goblin Slayer shook his head, but didn't say anything, obviously pondering the same things he was, these news were troublesome, both knew it, but both also knew that no other adventurer would even care that the goblins were getting better equipment, or that they seemed more organized, they weren't worth the trouble, as always.

"I think this begs investigating, I'll go to nearby villages and see if there is anything new. You continue your work slaying them for the guild; my Lady knows our work is needed." Ever since he was accepted by his patron, he stopped praying to other gods, only ever mentioning her, even in old sayings much like the one he'd just used. People tried to call him out on that, but it made sense for him, and his Lady seemed amused by the practice, so she allowed it.

Sten nodded, and since he couldn't see the man's expression under his helmet, Servyan simply grinned in return and bade him farewell, mounting his horse and galloped away, toward the closest village. He had people to save from their own stupidity.

AN: Been a while I know, but I did say I was going to need some time to adjust to the medication. I'm now functioning 100% again, so I'll start working on the stories more often, so you guys can see updates sooner. I took a few liberties with the Paladin Oath and the class itself, I would say I'm sorry if this wasn't fanfiction, which means I get to make the rules.

Now, a few things, I have worked out a part of the Harem, and I'm going to reveal three of the girls now. You probably guessed Fighter and Magician by now so those don't count, but Witch, High Elf Archer and Sword Maiden will all be part of the Harem at some point. I might be willing to give Goblin-san another girl or two if you can convince me, otherwise it's Guild Girl and Cow Girl for him, the OC...I might make another OC for him, still debating with myself.

Anyway for this time that's that, hope you guys enjoy the read, and see ya next time o/