Seven thousand years ago, the world plunged into thrilling turmoil as the human race, engaged in a prolonged conflict with the demon race, ultimately chose to initiate the final war.
In this decisive war against the demon race, humanity was led by three of its most formidable figures, commonly known as the three heroes.
These distinguished heroes include the Sword Hero, who wields the Zenith Holy Sword; the Spear Hero, who brandishes the Soaring Dragon Holy Spear; and the Bow Hero, who is proficient with the Celestial Frost Holy Bow.
Renowned and revered by all of humanity, these three heroes secured a resounding victory in the battle against the legendary first Demon Emperor, Amon Crimson, who had been famously considered invincible until that mont.
However, despite the defeat of the first Demon Emperor, the hard-won peace was short-lived.
Consistently, a new emperor arose from the Demon race to assu the title of Demon Emperor.
Simultaneously, the Three Holy Heroes of mankind, unwavering defenders of truth, manifested in every generation to confront and vanquish this successive Demon Emperor.
This endless cycle has endured for seven thousand years, as if the world itself resists the prospect of peace between the two races...
"Well, that's sufficient for this fairy tale today," remarked a very handso man, exuding a touch of maturity as he closed the book in his hand.
He leaned lazily against the back of the chair, wearing a playful smile on his lips.
His gaze shifted to the front, where twelve little girls sat on the floor, each aged between three and five years old, wearing frowning expressions.
They appeared visibly dissatisfied with him concluding the story.
"Ehhh? Finished? No way!"
"Wuuuu! Daddy, please continue the story! We're still not satisfied! Wuuu!"
"Please, Daddy! Hohoho!"
The twelve little girls, each adorned with very cute faces and feigning pitiful expressions, directed their complaints toward the handso man, who currently reclined lazily in the chair.
"You mischievous little girls, would you prefer that I face reprimands from your mothers later due to the extended duration of the storytelling?" The handso man adjusted his sitting position and shook his head in mock helplessness.
"No! Mommy wouldn't get angry! Please continue, Daddy!"
"Exactly! That's right! Continue the story! We can't wait!"
"Continue! Continue!"
Observing the twelve little girls collaborating to persuade him, the handso man massaged his head, as if he were accustod to the stubbornness of these little ones.
"Technically, the story should conclude at this point. However, since you all insist, how about I share a new tale?" The handso man took a deep breath and smiled gently at the twelve little girls.
"A new story? Wow! Please tell us!"
"New story! New story!"
"Yey! New story! Let's start, Daddy!"
The man chuckled at the enthusiasm of the twelve little girls, who looked truly adorable.
"Alright, but first, I want each of you to promise that you will no longer be selective about your food, like refusing to eat vegetables, so that you don't make things difficult for your mothers. How does that sound?" An idea suddenly entered his head, and he smiled slightly as he observed the change in the girls' expressions.
"Do we really have to promise, Daddy? I really don't like vegetables at all," said one of the twelve girls, with a hint of sadness and distress on her small face.
"Vegetables? Eating vegetables is impossible!"
"Um! Vegetables are just bad!"
The remaining little girls around her also expressed their disagreent, but the handso man shrugged his shoulders as if he had already made his stance clear.
"It's up to you if you don't want to, but there will be no more stories today." His stern words silenced the twelve little girls, and they exchanged glances as if grappling with a difficult decision before collectively nodding in agreent like a group of determined chicks.
"Alright, we won't be picky about our food anymore, Daddy. So, please tell us!"
"Yeah! We all agreed not to avoid eating vegetables!"
"Co on, Daddy!"
The little girls reluctantly agreed to the handso man's terms, but as the prospect of listening to stories arose, their enthusiasm quickly surged.
"Hehehe! Alright, please pay close attention because this story is the most legendary tale in the world." The handso man placed his book on the side table and slowly stood up, wearing a mysterious smile.
"Legendary!? Wow!"
"What's the title of this story, Daddy?"
The little girls imdiately perked up upon hearing the word 'legendary' and beca very enthusiastic.
In response to the question, the handso man rubbed his chin, as if pondering a title that would befit the story.
His eyes suddenly brightened, and he smiled at the little girls in front of him, who were eagerly awaiting the tale.
"While there's no specific title for this story, you can refer to it as 'The Journey of a Handso Legendary Holy Sword Hero in Search of the Truth!'"
The seemingly chaotic title might prompt complaints and curses from anyone who heard it, but the twelve little girls didn't share that sentint.
"What a cool title! The story should be interesting!"
"Interesting! Interesting!"
Their innocent thoughts and growing enthusiasm brought a chuckle from the handso man.
"Alright, let's begin the story..."
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AN: Greetings, everyone! I'm Kirigami, and this marks the inception of my first novel. I sincerely hope you enjoy it, and if there are any mistakes, I ask for your forgiveness!
Perhaps this is rely an introductory greeting, but I extend my gratitude to all of you!
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