At the same time when Danzel mastered the Bandits in their hideout entrance.

A small girl was walking beside a tall grandpa who was holding a large curved sheath with a blade resting there.

Both those two were wearing some quite unique and weird clothing based on the cultural standpoint of the Arcana and the Berum Kingdom.

And the fact that both of them were hiding their body feature didnt make it much easier for someone to guess where those two had come from.

That duo though could be easily mistaken for a grandpa taking her dear grandaughter for a walk through the forest.

One would never expect that those two were currently going to begin a massacre.

"Grandpa, when will we be there? My feet are starting to hurt." The small girl said with a cute voice at her grandpa.

Looking at the small girl, the elderly felt quite troubled.

"Shiro, forgive this useless grandpa of yours for making you suffer through this. We will shortly arrive at our destination." The elderly holding the sheath said with a gentle voice as he looked at the small girl.

The small girl that was called Shiro shook her head when she heard her grandpa apologizing.

"Mhhm, I know that grandpa is the greatest! And I know what we are doing is for my sake! I, Shiro, can still go on!" She declared proudly.

Though he wore a mask that was covering his mouth, the elder's eyes betrayed the proud smile that he had hidden in his mask.

"Bear it a little more Shiro, the kind guys in that tavern said that the entrance of the bad guys should be around here."

A few minutes later, the duo walked to a cave with stationed bandits taking the role of guards.

There were around 5 in total.

"Grandpa, are those the bad guys?" Shapiro asked the grandpa who was staring at the guards with a frown on his face.

'There are signs of blood in their clothing, worse of all their stench of blood is quite strong. There is no doubt...those guys are the bandits.' The elderly thought as he turned around to Shiro with his face softened up.

"Shiro, those 5 people are bad guys. Let grandpa deal with them while little Shiro stays here, alright?"

"But Grandpa! I want to fight too!"

"No, but, you stay here and protect yourself. Got it?" The elderly said with a tone that wouldn't take no as an answer.

"...Alright, Shiro will stay here." Shapiro said slightly disappointed.

"Good girl." The elderly said with a soft voice while he put his hand in her head.

Turning around, the elderly took a deep breath in and then exhaled.

Pulling the sword out of his sheath, the elderly took small steps towards the 5 guards.

"Hmm? Hey guys! Look over there! Someone is coming!" One of the bandits pointed with his hand at the elderly.

"This guy...he drawer his sword out!"

"Intruder? Should we call for support?"

"And be ridiculed for calling support against one single guy?"

"Let's just kill him, the clothing together with that weird sword should fetch quite some coin."

Pulling their weapons out, two of them started walking towards the elderly while the other 3 three stayed behind.

"Hey you, what are you doing here? Are you perhaps seeking death here?" One of the bandits who walked forward said.

"..."

The elderly didn't reply and only looked at them with a frozen look.

"You! What are you starting at-"

Before the man could finish, the elderly wielding a blade with a length that was bigger than the average handle together with a long curved blade that resembled a scythe sword disappeared from the spot and appeared behind the two who were confused about where he was gone.

Once they realized that he was behind them, the two of them were cut in half.

"Wha-!?"

Witnessing that multiple alarm clocks started ringing in the bandit's heads.

Doing the worst job that was in this Bandits group, they were assigned to look after and guard the secret entrance in cases of emergency.

With only 5 people here without being given any slaves to waste their time.

Their job consisted of just playing guards with the others or standing leaving the boredom that was their life.

The only merit here was that it was quite safe as it was hidden on top of the mountain.

The 5, or rather 3 now would have never expected to fall in such a situation in where a monster was going to appear.

One of them who was quicker in his mind recognize the danger and started dashing inside the gave for his dear life.

Unfortunately for him though, although he handled the correct way, his running alone made him the target of the elderly scythe sword.

Like a flash, the elderly dashed with incredible speed towards the man running away.

Reaching him in less than a second of time.

With some swift yet accurate Swings, the man was cut into three pieces.

While the two were terrified that this old man passed beside them without them noticing, their attention was shortly caught by a cute cheering voice.

"Wow! Grandpa is the best!"

As if their brains went to overload with every single brain cell working at their best.

The two-man who saw that small girl had the same idea.

'If that girl is the grandchild of that devil, then...'

Dashing at the same time, the two-run with a crazy expression towards the girl.

'If we get that girl as hostage we will survive!' That is what both bandit though.

The eyes of the elderly who saw the turned bloodshot with an intense bloodlust spilling out of him.

But that last for a split second before he got back to normal and walked his way up to Shiro.

One would think of why the Grandpa wasn't in a rush to save his dear grandchild.

The answer to that was because there wasn't a need to.

Seeing the two bad guys approaching her, Shiro raised her hand, two white pale little hands.

What she also reveal was the encroaching mana gathering around her hands.

Mumbling to himself something a change happend.

The vast mana that was in her arms soon started to turn into sparks and soon after into multiple lighting that was sent in front of where the bandits were.

*Twighhh! Twighhh!

The bandits in question who didn't see that coming had now large holes through their bodies. Making them fall to the ground with a shocked expression frozen in their face before their death.

"Grandpa! You saw that!? I defeated the bad guys!" Shapiro said in triumph before her Grandpa.

"Yeah...I saw it, my dear." Saying that with a bitter smile on his face, the elderly looked at the gave and then at Shiro.

"Let's go defeat more bad guys Shiro, make sure to stay behind me."

"Yes~"

Saying that the two made their way deeper towards the bandit's hideout.

***

Deeper inside the cave.

In a room with many luxury items and a large bed.

A giant of a man with many scars in his body standard up from the bed that was shared by a girl who had a pair of lifeless eyes, her face was that of a model, but the clear tear marks in her face ruined the booty that she once had.

"Tch, another one broken. I guess it's time to throw her away to the other guys." The man said as he started at his corner who had some other chained girls with only rags covering their bodies.

"Now...who should I pick"

As the giant of a man got closer to the group of girls with a malicious smile on his face, the door of his room was busted open.

"Boss! There is an emergency!" One of the bandits with sweat running thoughts his forehead yelled out loud.

"What is it!? What is so important to disturb me in my room" the giant man said in anger, as this mood got just ruined.

"Boss! We are being attacked!"

"Huh? By who? The merchant Union? Or the soldiers of the kingdom?"

"Neither Boss! We are being attacked by the undead!"

"Huh? Undead?" The giant of a man, otherwise known as Boss asked in confusion.

The last thing he expected to face was those immortal beings called undead.

"Yes! And the one controlling them is way too strong for us to handle! We need you, boss!"

Showing a frozen on his face, the Boss walked towards a table picked up two war axes, and followed his subordinate.

And soon after he arrived at the scene, he was shocked.

Running like a beast pretending to be human, his former subordinates that now became zombies were running at others with madness, fully driven by their instinct to cut the throat of others.

His subordinates were trying to defend themselves. But as the moves of the zombies were difficult to guess, their attack ended up falling towards the zombie's chest and arms instead of the head which was their weakness.

Worst of all, if they missed their seeing they would be jumped at and soon found to be devoured.

The most surprising part of that all was that alone robe figure winding a sword had suddenly surrounded himself with ominous mana.

And the aura that hit the corpses that died not long ago would start to rise and join the ranks of that Necromancer.