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They took quest after quest. A farm where children had gone missing. A mine where tools were stolen in the night. A village where the well ran red. Each time, the pattern repeated: Priestess cast Light to reveal the dark warrens. Goblin Slayer walked forward without hesitation. He used fire, water, smoke, poison, falling rocks, collapsing ceilings. He did not fight fair. He did not want to fight at all—he wanted to annihilate .

She wanted to say something brave. Instead, she started crying. Not from fear. From a sudden, terrible understanding: he had never expected anyone to protect him. He had fought alone for so long that the idea of a hand reaching for him, not past him, was foreign as a song in a dead language. Goblin Slayer 01-12

“No,” she whispered. “There’s more deeper in. A shaman. Maybe a champion.” They took quest after quest

Once, she saw him stop. Just for a moment. A goblin had grabbed a captive village girl as a hostage. The creature pressed a rusty knife to her throat, chittering in its crude tongue. Priestess raised her hands to cast Protection . A village where the well ran red

He did not know what to do with her tears. So he stood there, helmet tilted, and said the only comfort he knew: