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Hello to all you readers! Welcome to my FIRST EVER OFFICIAL FANFICTION STORY!

That sentence itself can (and probably will) cause doubts to be formed and expectations to be lowered. That might be true. BUT FEAR NOT! For I will absolutely, positively try my very best at writing this story. I have had some drafts about other fandoms written before but, because of the lack of experience and the plain cringe-worthy content they contained, they were all deleted on my Google Docs.

The summer is about to end and I'll be entering my senior year in high school. If this first chapter does well, I'll probably update within a month. (Depends if I want to write the skeleton of a chapter in the dead of night...)

Anyway, if you read this far and hasn't skipped the Author's note like I usually do, then congratulations are in order. Now, onward to the story.

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CHINCK

The blade of the guillotine fell and sliced at the neck of the newly summoned criminal. The sound of metal cutting swiftly through flesh was miraculously heard over the cheers and jeers of the noblemen and common folk alike.

The King sat on his throne complacently. Everything had gone according to the plan. His eldest daughter had joined the demon's party, feed off of him like a lamprey, then turned her back on him and condemn him of the worst crime in Melromarc. It was simple but, for the naive hero, it was foolproof. The ignorant bafoon had fallen right for the trap suspecting nothing until the very last moment.

But Autcray wasn't the only one to orchestrate the scheme. The idea had come from the Pope, the religious leader of the most prominent religion in the country. While his wife, the Queen, was away at the international conference, the Pope had come to the King with an idea to use this time of vulnerability to summon the cardinal heroes. At first, the King refused, believing that this would only pit the other nations of the world against Melromarc and its people. But the Pope had put his worries to rest when he displayed a new prophecy. This prophecy stated that only 3 heroes were needed to quell the waves of catastrophe. Should the other countries, especially the demi-human nations, declare war on Melromarc, they would simply show the prophecy to the public and one by one, the nations would quickly call off the war effort.

Even after all of this, if Siltvelt and Shieldfreedon, maintain their indignant behavior towards Melromarc, they wouldn't so absentminded to attack the country with the ONLY remaining heroes. Well, the mindless half- beasts would still harbor resentment, but with the 3 heroes on Melromarc's, they couldn't do anything. No one could.

On the opposite side of the courtyard stood the before mentioned religious leader. He was an old man with a deceiving gentle smile. Here he stood in the midst of history being written. None of his predecessors have accomplished anything this monumental. Not even the founder. But he had. And by the grace of the Holy God, he stood proud at that idea.

Those repulsive demis and their false god didn't belong in the future he envisioned. With this execution, his goal of a holy and righteous crusade is now one step closer. All thanks to the poetic irony of the Shield Demon.

Sitting amongst the nobles were the remaining three heroes. Each wore their own respective color, as to match the colored jewels on their weapons. Their own parties had attended the execution aswell. Most, if not all, had joined the crowds jeering of the headless cadaver. Even after the blade dropped, they continued to insult the dead hero. Their animosity knew no bounds.

The first hero was, undoubtedly the best-looking one. His blonde hair and red eyes, made him stand out in his native land of Japan. But that just made him even more irresistible to the college girls he surrounded himself with. He was and probably will always be a player. In one of his hands, he held the Cardinal Spear Weapon. It was a weapon of hidden power capable of astonishing feats. On the other hand, he held the victim of the criminal's actions. Her red hair and green eyes seemed to be in disarray. The trauma and exhaustion of the night's events were taking a toll on her. But that didn't hinder her ability to press her sizeable assets against his bicep.

This was Motoyasu, the Cardinal Spear Hero.

The woman hanging off of him was Myne. Myne had originally joined Motoyasu's party in the beginning but then volunteered to join the criminal's party out of pity of his isolation. But then that very night, that hero had barged into Myne's room in a drunken stupour and took advantage of her. She ran to Motoyasu for help. He, being a White Knight that can give Natusuki Subaru a run for his money, believed her story wholeheartedly. How could he not? There she was, an injured maiden comes begging for his help. Any other sensible man in his place would have helped her in her time of despair.

Death is a punishment too light for him. Scum like him needs to suffer the same fate he gave her.

His morbid thoughts were interrupted when Myne again pushed her chest into his arm. He grinned and tighten his hold on her.

He did it. Only two days in this Isekai adventure and he got what he wanted.

To become the hero of this story and to get his girl.

Well, a couple more girls couldn't hurt...

16. He witnessed his first execution at 16. How many more would he see? How many more will he condemn? He voted for his death, and yet, it didn't feel right. Unlike Pontius Pilate, he didn't wash his hands. His blood was on his hands.

He deserved it. He raped his own party member.

The inner thoughts of the Sword Hero echoed in his mind. He wanted to believe that he deserved it but, was he really tried and convicted? Where was the evidence? Where was the fair and just ruling of the King? Too many questions popped up in Ren's mind that he was left in a daze.

Ren shook those thoughts away. He was in another world for god's sake. He should more worried about himself than someone who is already dead. It's simply too late now.

What if...?

That thought would come back to haunt him

Itsuki shouldn't feel giddy. He shouldn't. It was wrong. Someone just DIED.

But he did anyway.

He couldn't help but feel giddy. Was he summoned to this world to deliver justice to criminals? Was he brought here to be this country's, no this WORLD'S vigilante of justice? He was almost certain that he was. And it all started with this trial.

At first, it looked like a scene out of his favorite show, Order and Law: Victims Special Unit. But the emotion in Myne's voice and eyes, her whole demeanor was just too REAL to be like that VT show. He knew then and there that she was telling the truth. This was his chance. To gain recognition as the Hero who helped bring down a criminal and to begin his self-righteous frenzy.

He took it without hesitation.

He will be the harbinger of justice. He will be the Hero that this world deserves AND needs.

Pretty sure I read that in a comic somewhere...

But most far trials revolved around both sides presenting their arguments and evidence.

Well, All the Shield had been his own words. Who was he to believe, the oppressed victim, or the accused (and guilty) criminal? Take your time, you'll figure it out.

And besides...

It's only fair for him to feel the sensation of death just as they did...

Unbeknownst to everyone in the courtyard, a cloaked figure was silently watching the execution. Her face remained stoic when the blade dropped. She had seen so much death and personally delivered it that it didn't faze her. Not anymore.

Her Majesty had sent her to the Capital to keep an eye on the King. Her orders were to comeback within weekly intervals or immediately should an emergency arise.

This was certainly one of those cases.

After watching for a few more seconds, the Shadow lept of the tiled rooftops with elegance and grace.

She landed on the ground, looked back at the courtyard's outer walls and vanished into the darkness.

Again.

Many miles away, a heavy fog lifted from the hidden ruins. Many buildings, or what was left of them, have been untouched since their destruction. They have served their old purpose. Now they only served as scars from the stories that were never told. A young girl, who resembled an angel, seemed to be the only living being in the area.

The young girl was kneeling down, looking into a lake. While her outside appearance was youthful, her eyes were anything but.

To the average person, she seemed really young. Around the age of 14 if they had to guess. But looks can be extremely deceiving.

She felt it again. The death of another hero. It hasn't even been 3 days and one of them was already killed. She was a failure to the master she could barely remember.

Having decided to move forward with her orders, she stood up. The waves would substantially become more difficult if one of the heroes has died. All four of the heroes are needed to fight off the waves. It would be nigh impossible for them to fully stop the waves as of now.

It's better to start from scratch than to bet the entire world on 3/4s of their power.

"Not yet Fitoria."

The now dubbed Fitoria looked over her shoulder seeing a figure in a dark blue cloak. She couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. Its voice was distorted, not sounding masculine nor feminine. But she knew who it was.

"Why not? A hero has passed. The other three won't be enough to fight the waves. There is still time to summon other heroes before the next wave."

The figure chuckled, having known Fitoria for many years, it grew accustomed to her...antics.

"Becuase, he hasn't died. Not for long at least."

The Queen of Filoials only raised an eyebrow. "What plans does your goddess have for him?"

" Many plans. Many plans indeed. You, among all the other inhabitants to this world, will witness the rising of the True Hero. There is no need to fulfill your...duties."

Noticing her lack of resistance, he looked up to the night sky and vanished.

With that being defusing the situation, and the confirmation of the heroes resurrection, Fitoria sat back down. She too looked at the night sky, but instead of teleporting, she simply held her hands in prayer fashion and whispered "Take care of him, goddess. This world will need him soon."

The fog settled over the ruins once again, Fitoria disappearing with it.

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SO? HOW WAS IT? GOOD? BAD? ABSOLUTELY BUTTFUCKEN STUPID?

BE HONEST, I WON'T JUDGE. HELL BE A CRITIC AND GO NUTS. But constructive criticism is very much appreciated. I want to at least try and make people happy and if you write suggestions that I think are good, then I could incorporate that in the story, I'll even give you a shout out (as very minute it is).

So yah. We got a fuckboy who thinks with his "spear" too much, an indecisive Chunibyo, and a deranged vigilante in the making.

Sounds...

INTERESTING

But if you are just waiting for this scrub to git gud, then I recommend reading the following:

Iratewritereviewer- The Original

Ryujin Maou- Shall I show you a True Shield?

RLTygurr- The Shielded Savior

ByteofBacon- Twinning (Both the original and the rewrite)

These are my personal favorite Shield Hero fanfics as of 9/21/19. But if you are curious if there are any more, well you'll have to do your own exploring. As of the previously stated date, there are many stories that have so much potential, and I absolutely, positively, 100% hope that they thrive and gain recognition within this fandom.

Thank you so much for choosing to read this fic and give this newb a chance to write about something he enjoys. The possibility of positive feedback will keep me going.

See you all next time.

Fearfan1987 out.