The villagers watched as Damon left with the caravan. Some travelers were heading towards Valerion, others were heading deeper into Ravenscroft territory.
However, Damon was heading towards the border of the Holy Empire. He would have to part ways with the caravan in about a day's time.
Before he left, he gave the village a million zeni to make their lives better — as it was the place where he was born. The travelers and adventurers kept singing his praise for his wisdom and kindness.
Seta watched Damon leave with the group he came with. No one died. He hadn't killed anyone.
The village resumed its activity. With no travelers around for the first time in a while, only residents remained.
Seta sat under the old oak tree with the village head and Neil.
"He… he actually just left… without killing anyone."
Her words made the village head frown.
"Yes… this old man was surprised… he didn't even try to brand us as heretics."
Neil smiled with lingering fear.
