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Omake: Lusia the Hero
🕑 Added 2023-06-28 20:03:37 +0000 UTCOk, so. Lemme explain. A certain cretin by the name of Scarlet_Monarch posted an idea about Lusia being summoned as a Hero in the classic Isekai way, and the idea wouldn't leave my head, so I decided to do an omake for it... Except I got too invested in the Lore and now I wanna write an original, but for now, I'm going to make it into a sort of concurrent side story.
Either way, I hope you enjoy :3
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In a grand cathedral hall filled with pillars and chandeliers, a peculiar sight can be seen.
At one end of the hall is a majestic Throne sitting atop a wide set of stairs, on which sits a regal old man, with his greying hairs only making him seem more wise. By his side stand a middle aged man and woman to his left and a younger woman to his right with noble, resplendent looking guards either side of them.
This is the King of the Laptalia kingdom, King Baeogrof Laptalia. Beside him is his son, Prince Taeogrof Laptalia with his wife Princess Eveline Eedfrey and his youngest child, his daughter, Princess Maery Laptalia.
Either side of them, are the Royal guard, outfitted in the finest armour in the kingdom, with the greatest enchanted weaponry available. The strongest, most respected Knights in the kingdom, each capable of slaying a Dragon on their lonesome.
Then, surrounding the room itself, lined up against the walls is three hundred of Laptalia's most experienced and skilled Knights, each dressed in matching ornamental yet functional armour, with the highest quality unenchanted swords by their sides..
However, no one present is paying any attention to these highly admired figures. Instead, everyone's attention is solely focused on the ritual taking place at the foot of the Throne.
Fifty robed Apostles of the Holy Church stand muttering Holy incantations in a large circle with Pope Demarticus Aryonel Ba'altar himself leading the prayer.
As Holy Light starts gathering within the circle of Apostles, the young Princess can't help but wring her hands together behind her back, her heart filled with nervousness, excitement, fear and joy all at the same time.
After all, this most Ancient and Holy spell is their last chance at salvation, for the armies of the Demon Lord are only going to continue to grow despite their already vast size and no matter how much people may laude them, she knows that none of the Kingdom's greatest warriors can face a Demon Lord in single combat.
This spell, granted to humanity by the Gods themselves to provide salvation against the First Demon Lord is their only hope.
To summon a Hero.
In all of Human history, only Six Heroes have ever been summoned and each one, without fail, has managed to slay the Demon Lord of their era.
Each Hero has forged a whole new era of peace and prosperity with their mere presence alone.
But the spell will only work in times of great need as one must call upon the very Gods themselves to power this most Holy spell that no human could ever power, alone or in a group and as, as many have proven before, attempting to mimic the Gods will only to ruin.
As the light of the spell starts to turn blinding and the Chanting of the Apostles reaches a crescendo, the Pope's fervent voice echoes over the entire hall, his words resonating with Power and Faith.
"Oh Hero! By the Light! I summon thee!" An intense silence immediately follows his proclamation, as if the world itself is desperate to watch without distraction.
The Light crystalises and then explodes, blinding everyone in the room for just a moment but not causing any harm.
As the light in their eyes dims back to normal, ambient sound returns to the room yet no one says a word, their focus solely upon the figure standing in the centre of the circle of Apostles that was certainly not there but a moment ago.
The figure is a woman. Slightly above average height with long, stark white hair hanging down her toned, well muscled body, all the way to her buttocks.
Her face is a thing of beauty, even as it glances around in confusion. Perfectly sculpted as if designed to be beautiful, with lips as red as fresh blood and eyes a glowing green, like a deep forest.
Her body is impossibly perfect, her curves just right, once again making her seem as something beyond Human, even in the strange clothes she wears consisting of tight black jeans and a vibrant red shoulder less shirt that is cropped to show her toned belly and perfectly matches with her lips.
Over which she is wearing a long, loose cardigan with a slightly lighter shade of black than her jeans.
The only truly odd thing being that she is not wearing any shoes, but no one has any time to ponder on why as Pope Demarticus quickly provides a distraction.
"Oh Hero!" His shout causes the Hero's own eyes to snap toward his, "heed me, for we are in great need of your help! I know you must be confused, but please understand. A new Demon Lord has arisen, and we have not the capability to survive them. Only you, a True Hero summoned by the Gods themselves could possibly defeat them, so I implore you, please. Save us!"
Silence descends once again as the Pope gets down on one knee and bows his head, begging in all but name as he, and everyone present, anxiously await their Hero's response.
Which is... to laugh?
"Heh. Hehe, hehehehahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Starting as a quiet chuckle, the 'Hero' eventually loses themselves to their laughter, hugging their stomach and falling to the floor as they continue to laugh.
No Hero has acted this way before so no one knows how to respond, leading to everyone present simply staring at the laughing woman, mostly in shock, confusion and anxiousness.
After a few minutes of her just laughing, King Baeogrof grows both worried and impatient.
"Young Hero, is something the matter? I do not see what is amusing you so?" His question causes the Hero to look up from where she has been rolling on the ground and while she doesn't stop laughing, she does start getting back to her feet.
As she does so, her laughter finally starts to die down, leaving her just with a heavily amused smile as she looks out at the people present, her eyes lingering on King Baeogrof for a moment before pausing entirely at the sight of Princess Maery.
"What- hehe, what's funny? What's funny is that you clearly have no idea who I am.~" The woman's tone is mocking and callous and immediately raises alarm bells in the heads of everyone present.
However, before anyone can raise their guard or otherwise prepare themselves, the woman bursts forward in a blur of speed only matched by the strongest of the Royal Knights and she pierces both of her hands through Pope Demarticus' chest, spilling his Holy blood.
Before anyone can process the scene most horrific, it is made even worse as the woman tears her bloody hands in either direction and rips the Pope in half so quickly that he cannot even scream.
Blood explodes like a fountain, covering the demonic woman completely, painting her crimson as if it were a canvas for brutality.
Arching her back, the woman lets out a long, satisfied sigh, paying no heed to the Apostles backing away from her or the Knights readying their arms.
"I am no 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰,~" the woman whispers, unknowingly leaving everyone hanging off of her every word, "I am The Jester!~"
Following her exclamation, The Jester does not give anyone any time to respond. Instead, they rush down the nearest Apostle and punches a hole through his chest in an instant before blurring after the next, leaving nothing but blood and death in her wake.
Some Apostles try to cast their Spells, but she either dodges, is unaffected or simply kills them before they can finish their Chant.
It's a slaughter, plain and simple.
By the time the surrounding Knights reach them, most of the Apostles are already dead, and the Knights themselves soon join them as they find that even they are no match for the Monster they have summoned.
The woman's movements are so fast as to appear as only a blur, but the Royalty present have no time to focus on the horror before them as their Royal Guard start rushing to usher them out of the hall.
However, right as they are about to reach the door, the Royal Knight in the lead suddenly leans backwards, and in the same instant, a blade of steel blurs passed where his head was a moment ago, impaling itself into the wall.
When they turn to look where the sword came from, they see The Jester tearing into the Knights surrounding her, spinning and moving too fast to track.
Then another sword flies from the battle below, impaling the doors they seek to use as an exit. Followed by another sword.
Then another, and another, and soon enough, the doors are covered with swords, barring their exit.
The message is clear and the Royal Guards' faces harden in determination as a result.
They are not allowed to leave.
All of a sudden, the sounds of battle stop, and when they look back, they see The Jester standing over a pile of corpses, absolutely drenched with blood, none of it her own, while the few Knights still alive have thrown down their arms and started backing away.
"Ahhhh~ that was refreshing.~ You losers are pretty weak though, unless you guys are stronger?~ I'm just gonna go ahead and assume that the fancier LARPing armour means the stronger you are.~ So whaddaya say?~ Wanna start killing each other?~"
The Monster in the flesh of a woman sounds completely casual and relaxed, as if the mass murder she just committed was nothing of note.
The Royal Knights share a round of nods as they silently converse until Princess Maery's personal guard steps back from the other three and stands before the Royalty while the rest of the Guard moves as one for The Jester.
"Quick, get behind the Throne. You'll be safe, this I vow." The Knight solemnly promises as he ushers them into hiding, taking his place as the aegis in front of them.
While, down below, the three Royal Knights move to surround The Jester, forming a triangle around her, which she allows with a mocking grin.
"Is that a sword or are you just happy to see me?~" The Jester calls out as they each draw their blades and ready themselves.
None of them respond however, Pride and Wrath burning fires in their guts as they ready themselves to face this threat to their King.
"O' Lord of Flame, Bless my blade."
"O' Lord of Skies, Bless my blade."
"O' Lord of Storms, Bless my blade."
Each of the Royal Knights Chant in synch with each other, their voices overlapping yet still being clear to hear, following which, each of their blades simultaneously burst into their respective elements of Fire, Air and Lightning.
But that is not the end, as their voices ring out once more, this time perfectly in tune with each other as if from practice.
"""O' Lord of Battle, grant me the Honour of your Blessing so I may Honour you through Battle!"""
Each of their bodies, armour included, suddenly bulk up, granting each of them an extra foot of hight and far more powerful muscles while an aura of red energy starts flowing around them, surrounding them in the very essence of Battle itself.
A loud, piercing whistle rings out from the middle of the hall, and the Jester can be seen looking each of the Knights up and down while holding her chin between her thumb and forefinger.
"Y'know.~ I'm pretty sure Powers don't work like that.... Well, I guess that settles it.~ It seems that we're not in Kansas anymore Toto.~"
The Royal Knights ignore her ramblings and commence their attack.
Rudolf Kassimer of the Southern Wind, famous through the Kingdom for his speed is the first to reach her, and he opens with a barrage of slashes, each one capable of cutting through reinforced steel with each and each strike aimed to kill.
Yet, in a shocking display that nobody present ever would have expected, The Jester's hands move at speeds matching or even surpassing Rudolf's as she parries every single one of his strikes away.
Dozens of blows are made in mere seconds, each and every one to no effect as The Jester's hands push them away, all until she finds an opening and bursts forward, pushing his hands away with one hand and launching the other one at his chest in an open palm strike.
𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘮.
The force of the impact is visible as the air parts around them and Rudolf's body is launched back at incredible speeds, crashing into a column and cratering halfway through it.
As the dust from his impact settles, those present are able to see the palm shaped dent now decorating his chest plate.
But those fighting have no time to take in the sight as Lichton Werger of the Northern Storm reaches The Jester right as Rudolf is sent flying and raises his blade high, readying his famous strike, known through the Kingdom for its feat of felling a Dragon in a single blow.
From nothing, dark storm clouds take shape over his head, crackling with blue sparks
"Sky Fall!" Lichton's yell is accompanied by the booming of thunder as a thick bolt of pure, blue energy flashes out of the cloud, just in time to hit his sword in it's downward arc.
His sword, already moving at incredible speeds, suddenly starts moving faster than the eye can track, overflowing with energy as it crashes into his foe in a mighty burst of static.
𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘮!
The Jester is sent flying from the strike, her body cut in twain from the shoulder to the hip.
Yet, right as the thought of celebration crosses the minds of those viewing, The Jester's two halves suddenly sprout out fleshy tendrils that reach for each other and rapidly drag her back to one whole, leaving her completely unharmed withing a matter of seconds.
As the others are still processing this series of events, The Jester, now smiling more than ever, blurs forward once more, reaching Lichton in the blink of an eye and raining down dozens of booming blows on his unprepared body.
She only stops when Magmortium Eedfrey of the Western Flame reaches them and launches a wall of flame from his blade that causes her to jump back.
"Woah!~ Be careful!~ What if you burnt me?~ I'll let you off this one time, just because I'm sure it was an accident.~" Her mockingly sincere voice is ignored as Magmorium stands before Lichton, giving him cover to steady himself with.
However, The Jester suddenly seems to get bored and stops looking at them, allowing their eyes to drift about.
"Well, I guess you aren't weak, but your not exactly all that strong either. I guess I'll let you live for that, but I'm excited to explore so imma head out now.~ Byee!~"
Magmorium and an injured Rudolf rush forward at her words, attempting to avoid releasing her upon the world, but before they can reach her she lifts up a single leg and slams it down, causing a cloud of dust to fly up around her.
the two Knights do not let this deter them as they continue to charge forward, not seeing any movement in the dust to suggest that she has moved to either side.
Except, when they reach where she was, they see the dust rising in the air, showing that she did not leave via the sides, but from above.
With great panic in their hearts, they rush out of the cloud and in the direction of their Royalty.
Only, the moment they set their sights on the Royal family, they see that they were too slow. Tragedy had already befallen.
King Baeogrof lies headless on the ground while the Royal Knight Tanzakai Hemothyne of the Eastern Sea sits slumped against the wall, a crater around him showing the force with which he impacted the wall.
To the side, the Prince stands unharmed with his Wife hiding behind him, yet it is the sight of Princess Maery that brings the two Knights to a grinding halt, for she is held within the blood soaked arms of The Jester, shaking with fear but trying to appear strong, her Royal teachings on etiquette holding firm even now.
"It was fun!~ Truly, it was.~ It's not often I get a good fight, especially not with someone who has at least 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 skill. You would not believe the amount of people who just throw around their Powers without any finesse. Anyway! I don't know the area, so I figured I'd take a guide.~ See ya!~"
Uncaring of the shouts following her, The Jester turns and runs away, far faster than any of the Royal Knights can currently match, not that that stops them from chasing after their Princesses fearful screams.
Alas, the screams are eventually replaced by silence.
They had gotten away.
The King is dead, the Princess captured and the Royal Guard humiliated.
Today was a tragedy for the people of Laptalia, yet it was only a precursor to the horrors yet to come.
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A/N: He~llo! Dear readers!
Whooo! Omake time!
So, what do you think? I think the lore is cool.
Fun lore fact: Magmortium Eedfrey, from the noble line of the Eedfrey is the reason his younger sister was able to marry into the royal family, as the King was so impressed with his skill as a Knight that he wanted dem genes in his family and got his son to marry Eveline.
The King was also hoping that the Hero summoned would be a man and take an interest in his daughter, Maery, so they can have that classic isekai relationship.... shame how that worked out for him huh?
I mean, Lusia is interested in Maery, so he technically got his wish, just in a monkey paw kinda way.
Comments
THE SAVAGE KITTY
My stomage was making tge rumbles that only hands could satisfy
Scarletmenace
The title of this anime “that time I got reincarnated as a hero but decided on eating human hands instead.”
