Casual Heroing

Chapter 228: Revolution

Chapter 228: Revolution

Some people are afraid of the dark. Some people are afraid of greatness. Some people are afraid of themselves. Some will never put their heart through the door of the world; they will never choose to brave the real monsters. They will never live. But they will lie, they will try to fit in a pathetic manner, akin to cattle feeding on grass before the slaughter.

And do you know what makes me angry?

A world full of magic is a world full of spineless people, of cattle. Its a world of people who dont know what real effort is. Its a world of people who are living a lie completely different from everyone else. And what about those who cant use the magic? Can they be considered people like the [Mages]? Can they do what [Mages] do?

If someone can clean blood off clothes this easily with a small stick Sortina is not even a [Mage]. Wands, here, contain magic. And magic can be sold.Updated from

It makes me angry.

I want to beat some arrogant [Mage] up with a stick. Or better, a mace. Beat a [Mage] with a mace. Oui, that sounds funny in English. I let out a genuine laugh, maybe the first since I came here.

I dont like lazy people who are not ready to dirty their hands. And maybe not all [Mages] are like that. But magic? Thats a plague. Who doesnt want to move a wooden stick and change the world? But how is that fair? How can that be? Why?

What happens when theres no magic in you, when you are just a common person that has to suffer the ire of great monsters, of villains so vile that they can just rip the heart from your chest with a snap of their fingers?

I have a hand on my gun while I sit on the bed before sleep. The cold metal calms my nerves.

What happens when the evil of the world is unchecked, when people are hidden inside a veil, when their eyes are covered by those in high positions of power? What happens when people think they can live, but in reality their freedom can be victim of the powerful at any moment?

They succumb. They suffer the tyranny. They become part of the problem.

They also work with glass.

Windowmakers.

Thats one of the nicknames for half-giants on Carilia.

And Ive also learned that they are angry, that theres an underground current bursting with fury. Whatever happened to this people, it made them bitter. But bitter people are good because they are prone to change, because they can be malleable.

And what happens then in a continent such as this one? Hydras, Goblins, Foxmen. And many other races. Some names not even I cant piece together.

Nymphs.

So many creatures. So many species.

But what happens in the dimension of the here and now. What happens in the land of half-giants, in a sad city like this one?

In the city named Leggiadra.

Brassieres and guns, thats where Ill start.