NTR School: S Rank Student

All eyes were trained on Raphael as he stood in the doorway, glaring at the members of the bandits frolicking in the hall.

The Bandit King Olka suddenly rose to his feet, at first not saying a word. The naked tribeswoman that sat on his lap was tossed to the side like a piece of meat chewed down to the bone.

The man was tall, which suited the wolf pelt draped over his shoulders like a cape. However, his belly had grown chubby in recent months from all the luxurious stolen foods he had been eating.

The man stepped forward, eyebrows furrowed at the newcomer.

"What have I done to earn the visit of a king?" Olka the Bear roared, voice filling the room with vibrations. Even Raphael felt them travelling through his body.

And yet, he wasn't startled.

Raphael allowed his lips to twist into a smirk, as he regarded the man, weighing his strength. And he was not impressed.

"Well," the Dragon King started. "I thought I would have found some recruits for my legion, or perhaps even a new general. But it turns out that I was wrong."

Confused mutters sounded through the hall as the bandits wondered what the man could be talking about.

So he elaborated.

"I have no use for a man like you. Fat, and ugly."

The crowd let out gasps. They had never seen the bandit king being disrespected so easily. And yet, Raphael was not done.

His eyes landed on the woman sitting on the throne beside Olka's. She looked strong, and yet beautiful and feminine. Her body was covered by the pelt of a lion, but the way that they flowed around her form suggested that beneath was a dazzling body.

"Her, however. She seems like something worth taking."

At that point, the crowd was roaring their disapproval.

"Not only does he dare to disrespect Olka the Bear, but he also speaks of stealing the man's wife!"

"He's an evil king! Worse than King Helix!"

"Kill him, and be done with it, king Olka. The handsome man needs to be punished."

As the shouts erupted through the room, Olka scratched at the patch of hair on his chin whilst Yeltuna the Lioness sat there, face resting on her palm as she watched The Dragon King.

Nobody knew it then, nor did she allow it to show on her face, but the man had interested her.

For now, I'll let things play out. She said to herself silently

A loud laughter suddenly came from her husband, as he chucked his head back and rubbed his stomach. He went on like that for a few moments, and once the laughter stopped, the room fell silent.

"So, not only have you come here, into my house, talking nonsense. But you've also come alone." Olka spoke.

It was now Raphael's turn to let out a laugh, as he pointed his hands towards the bandit leader.

He did not burn the man but simply wished to show him something.

"I'm not alone." He explained. "I have three dragons with me."

"Ahh your Dragons." Olka suddenly responded. "I've heard of them, and your flames. But you realise I'm not alone either? And I'm not just talking about the bandits."

Raphael looked around, wondering if something was lurking in the room that he had missed. But there wasn't.

All he could see were the tens of bandits wearing steel around their waists, glaring at him with anger.

"You fool!" Olka spat. "They're not here yet."

Then, the man stretched out his hands in a strange motion. It was as though he were warming them by a fire.

But instead, a black essence suddenly began to flow from his palms. Seeping from his pores like liquid shadows.

"Let me bring them out."

Before Raphael could blink, the force of the shadows grew rapidly and terribly.

They spewed from his palms, at first formless, but the shadowy essence began to coalesce together, and a figure could be made out from its shape.

Raphael simply stood and watched, but the others in the room were letting out cheers of excitement and anticipation.

"There is it! Grohmann the Wishless. Olka has brought out Grohmann!"

"It's over. Grohmann will batter the king into a bloody pulp."

The shadows now stood at a ginormous height. Perhaps ten feet tall. Once completed, the figure resembled something human, but it was hardly so.

The shadows formed into the shape of a man whose eyes glowed red. It stood at a height well above Raphael's, probably reaching ten feet, and its body was chiselled for all to see

In its hand was a katana red like blood, which it held lazily as though the entire event was beneath him.

Raphael watched the other bandits in the room, twitching in fear. Despite being allies with the summoner, being in front of such a creature shook them to their core.

One tried to step forward and speak.

"G-gerhmann, it's great to be in ya presence-"

WOOSH

The figure raised its sword arm into the air, which created a satisfying ringing sound.

At first, Raphael wondered what happened, but one more glance towards the bandit that was speaking gave him his answer.

The man's head slid from his neck, landing on the hall ground with a thud.

Others in the hall wished to scream and shout in terror, but they knew not to lest they anger Grohmann.

There was only one man who dared to speak.

"Kill him, Grohmann." Olka the Bear ordered to his spirit. "Show this false king why he was a fool to tread foot in here!"

The black spirit wasted no time before doing what it was told, dashing forward at a speed so blinding that to most eyes, he seemed to disappear.

But Raphael's were calculated, he saw every move.

The Ender summoned into his hands almost instantly, and he held it up into a defensive position just in time.

The red blade of Grohmann crashed into the flames, creating a loud burst of force which washed over the crowd, filling them with heat.

Raphael remained there for a moment, weapons locked with the spirit, as he glared into its red eyes. It took every fibre of his being not to allow himself to be startled by its void-filled body.

So the bandit king is a true conjurer, huh?

Raphael released one grip on his blade and pointed his hand towards Grohmann, shooting red flames from his hands towards the spirit.

But it seemed to disappear once again, vanishing from the space now lit by the fire and ending up behind Raphael.

But the Dragon King was fast as well, he turned again and swung his blade with force.

The two clashed weapons once again, sending the heat surfing through the room for a second time. This time, some in the crowd were unable to handle it and were set alight.

Screams of agony could be heard from all around, but Raphael continued to clash forces with the spirit.

Near the throne stood Olka the Bear, focusing all of his energy on keeping the spirit of Gerhmann alive.

His wife, Yeltuna watched with wide eyes from her throne. With every clash between the dragon king and the spirit, the outcome became clearer and clearer.

The Dragon King would come out on top.

After a few more exchanges, Raphael switched his tempo, dodging strikes instead of clashing into them with The Ender. This allowed him to pivot and deliver a devastating counter which severed the spirit in half by the abdomen.

Olka watched as his beloved Gerhmann faded from existence. The power of its spirit flowed from him.

His teeth snarled in rage, as he threw the bear pelt from his shoulder, glaring down at Raphael with anger.

"Fine! I'll do it myself!" The large chubby man screamed as he charged at Raphael, arms outstretched like a bear.

But from the first step, Raphael could tell that he was way too slow.

I don't even have to get up close. My sword can remain clean of human blood.

He allowed The Ender to fade from existence and quickly summoned his newer weapon. Crimson.

As he pointed it at the large charging man, Olka's eyes went wide in confusion.

"What's th-"

His words were cut off as a flaming bullet shot from the barrel travelled swiftly into the man's skull and protruded out of the back.

At first, he had no idea what had happened to him. But moments later, he fell to the ground, unmoving.

It took a while for the events to process in the minds of the Frozen Tribe bandits, but once they realised that their leader had fallen so easily, they cowered away from the killer in fear.

"P-please, spare us."

"We are nothing without our leader!"

The only one who seemed not to be distraught at the events was the dead man's wife.

As she sat on her throne, Raphael noticed a smile twitching on his lips. And now that Olka was dead, she no longer needed to hide it.

She rose to her feet, drawing everyone's attention.

"Thank you, Dragon King." She said, in a calm manner. "You have done me a large favour, and I am now in your debt."