The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Chapter 111: The Dilemma

Sylvanna—Sylara—walked beside me, her eyes scanning the surroundings with alertness. Her bow was always at the ready, a testament to her experience and skill. We had heard reports of disturbances here, and I was determined to uncover the root cause.

As we neared the main gate, the imposing walls of Lord Vardon's stronghold came into view. The fortifications were impressive, designed to keep out both human and monstrous threats. A guard stepped forward, his posture stiff and wary, eyes lingering on my intimidating figure and dark attire.

"State your business," he demanded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

Sylara stepped forward, her demeanor calm and reassuring. "We're adventurers from the Aurelion City Adventurer's Guild," she replied, showing our guild identification. "We've come in response to a request for assistance."

The guard scrutinized our papers before nodding, still casting wary glances at me. "Very well. You may enter. Report to the captain of the guard for further instructions."

Inside the stronghold, the atmosphere was tense. People moved about with hurried steps, their faces etched with worry. It was clear that something was amiss. We made our way to the guardhouse, where we were greeted by the captain of the guard, a stern-looking man with a scar running down his cheek.

"You must be the adventurers sent by the guild," he said brusquely, his eyes flicking to me and then back to Sylara. "We've been having trouble with increased monster activity in the surrounding areas. It's unusual, and we suspect something—or someone—is behind it."

"Do you have any leads?" Sylara asked, her voice steady and professional.

"Not yet," the captain admitted. "The monsters are more organized than usual, almost as if they're being directed. We need you to investigate and find out what's causing this."

As Sylara continued to engage the captain in conversation, I took the opportunity to observe him closely. His uniform, though well-kept, showed signs of wear, indicating long hours on duty. The way he stood suggested a man used to command, but there was a tension in his posture that spoke of recent stress. His eyes, sharp and calculating, flicked to me periodically, betraying a hint of distrust.

I also noted the guards milling about. Their equipment was decent, but their movements were uncoordinated, hinting at inadequate training. There were signs of recent skirmishes—scratches on armor, hastily bandaged wounds—that spoke of their struggles against the monsters.

The next few days were spent conducting a thorough investigation of the region. Sylara and I interacted with villagers, guards, and local leaders, gathering insights and observations. Each interaction provided more pieces to the puzzle. Sylara handled most of the conversations, her approachable demeanor putting people at ease, while I observed and made deductions.

An elderly woman, her hands shaking with age, told us, "The monsters come every night. We used to have patrols, but now they barely come around. We're left to fend for ourselves."

I noted the weariness in her eyes, the way her house, though humble, was meticulously maintained—a sign of pride and resilience despite the hardships.

A young guard, clearly inexperienced, admitted, "We don't get clear instructions. One day we're told to guard the east gate, the next day the west. It's chaos."

He was fidgety, his armor slightly too large, indicating either rapid recruitment or a lack of proper provisioning. His anxiety was palpable, suggesting a lack of confidence in leadership.

The lack of coherent governance was evident. There was no unified strategy, no sense of direction. This disorganization had left the region vulnerable to attacks.

One evening, as Sylara and I sat by a campfire, I analyzed the situation. In the game's original outline, this region was one of the strongest due to effective governance and leadership. In that version, my character was a tyrant, and this tyranny forced the characters to unite and improve themselves to oppose me. This conflict fostered resilience and strength.

But here, my non-tyrannical approach had inadvertently led to complacency and disunity. Without a common enemy, the people lacked the motivation to strengthen their defenses and coordinate their efforts. My absence as a tyrant had left a void that no one had filled.

"Dravis," Sylara said, using my adventurer alias, "what are you thinking?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I'm thinking that my approach has its flaws. My tyranny used to force unity and strength. Here, my absence has led to weakness and disorganization."

Sylara frowned, her eyes reflecting the firelight. "So what do we do? We can't just abandon them."

"No, we can't," I agreed. "But fixing this will take time and resources we don't have. We could implement a rigorous training and defense program for the local militia, establish better communication among the villages, and enhance the governance structure. But these measures would require constant supervision, and I can't afford to stay here indefinitely." Experience the saga at m-vlem|p-yr

Sylara nodded slowly. "You're right. But we have to do something. We can't leave them defenseless."

I stared into the flames, feeling the weight of the dilemma. "We need to stabilize the immediate threat first. We'll deal with the monsters and then prepare a report for the government. They need to understand the urgency of reforming the governance here."

Sylara nodded, her eyes reflecting the firelight. "You're right. Let's focus on the monsters first. We can worry about the politics later."

With the plan set, we began our preparations. The first step was to identify the key areas of monster activity. Using the information we gathered from the villagers and guards, we mapped out the hotspots and devised a strategy to strike at their heart.

"We'll need to hit them hard and fast," I said, pointing to the map spread out before us. "If we can take out their leaders, the rest should scatter."

Sylara studied the map, her finger tracing the paths we would take. "It won't be easy. These monsters are organized, almost like they're being directed."

I nodded, my mind already racing with tactics. "That's why we need to be precise. We can't afford to make any mistakes."

The next morning, we set out before dawn. The air was crisp, the forest eerily silent. Our first target was a camp of goblins, led by a particularly cunning chieftain named Grak. According to the villagers, Grak had been orchestrating the raids, his strategies uncharacteristically sophisticated for a goblin.

As we approached the camp, I signaled for Sylara to take the high ground. Her bow would be crucial in thinning the goblins' numbers before we engaged in close combat. The magma bear, our fiery ally, stayed by my side, ready to unleash its molten fury.

Sylara moved silently through the trees, her footsteps barely a whisper on the forest floor. She climbed a sturdy oak, positioning herself for a clear view of the camp. I watched her, admiring her grace and precision. Once she was in place, I turned my attention to the goblins.

The camp was bustling with activity, goblins sharpening weapons and preparing for their next raid. Grak, a hulking figure with a twisted scar running down his face, barked orders in their guttural language. I could see the intelligence in his eyes, a stark contrast to the usual mindless aggression of his kind.

With a silent nod to Sylara, I moved closer, the magma bear at my side. We had to strike quickly, before the goblins could react. Sylara's first arrow flew, striking a goblin square in the chest. The creature crumpled to the ground, its comrades barely having time to register the attack before another arrow found its mark.

The camp erupted into chaos. Goblins scrambled for weapons, their eyes wide with fear and confusion. I charged in, my sword cutting through the air with deadly precision. The magma bear roared, unleashing a torrent of flames that engulfed several goblins, their screams piercing the morning stillness.

Grak roared in fury, his eyes locking onto me. He charged, his massive club swinging with terrifying force. I ducked, the club whistling past my head. I countered with a swift slash, my blade cutting into his side. Grak howled in pain but didn't slow down. He swung again, his attacks wild but powerful.

Sylara's arrows continued to rain down, each one finding its mark with unerring accuracy. The goblins fell around us, their numbers dwindling rapidly. The magma bear tore through their ranks, its molten claws leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Grak and I circled each other, our eyes locked in a deadly dance. He lunged, and I sidestepped, my sword flashing in the morning light. I struck again, this time aiming for his legs. My blade bit into his thigh, and Grak stumbled, his club dropping from his grasp.

With a final, desperate roar, Grak charged one last time. I met his charge head-on, my sword driving deep into his chest. He gasped, his eyes wide with shock and pain, before collapsing at my feet.

The remaining goblins, seeing their leader fall, fled into the forest, their cries echoing through the trees. I stood over Grak's body, breathing heavily. The battle had been swift but brutal, and we had emerged victorious.

Sylara climbed down from her perch, her bow still at the ready. She surveyed the scene, her eyes sharp and focused. "That went better than expected," she remarked, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. I nodded, wiping the sweat from my brow. "It did. But this is just the beginning.

We have more camps to clear."