The war was far from their frontier town, but not far enough. As the fighting spread, stray demons began appearing nearby. Most adventurers had either been called to war or abandoned the increasingly dangerous frontier.

Livia and Yuna stayed. This was their home. The people here had raised them after their parents died, and neither sister was willing to leave them behind.

At first, the demons came in scattered groups. Then their numbers grew, and the attacks became organized.

Livia took charge of the town's defense while Yuna scouted routes and prepared traps. Together with the remaining defenders, they repelled attack after attack. It was during those battles that Yuna was forced to admit something she had never thought much about before.

They were both B-Rank adventurers, but Livia was much stronger than her.

Yuna was good—she knew that. But when plans failed and demons reached the walls, Livia could simply stand there and stop them.

Until even she started getting tired.

The demons kept coming. People started dying.

Then, one night, something new arrived. These demons barely slowed for Yuna's traps or the town's defenses. They crossed the perimeter, reached the gate, and tore through it with terrifying ease.

Yuna's last memory was of the wall exploding beside her.

When she opened her eyes, she was in a cage.

Her head throbbed. Her weapons and tools were gone, and her body still refused to properly obey her. Around her were more cages filled with familiar faces. Most of the townspeople were alive.

The ones who had continued resisting weren't. Their bodies had been left scattered where the prisoners could see them.

Then Yuna saw the altar.

“...Livia?”

Her sister was bound to the stone, wrists and ankles restrained. Her sword and armor were gone, and summoning runes covered the altar beneath her.

Yuna immediately pulled at the bars. Nothing. She searched herself for anything she could use—a knife, a lockpick, a piece of wire. Nothing.

A demon carrying a heavy butcher's blade approached the altar. The surrounding demons lowered their heads as it began to climb.

“Demon Lord, we offer this human as a sacrifice to you.”

The crowd repeated the words.

“Demon Lord, we offer this human as a sacrifice to you.”

Another step.

“Demon Lord, we offer this human as a sacrifice to you.”

“Livia!”

Yuna pulled against the cage until her palms hurt. The demon reached the top, raising the blade above her sister.

No weapons. No tools. Barely enough strength to stand.

Nothing she could do.

Yuna shut her eyes. And of all the thoughts that could have come to her, one refused to leave.

If I hadn't been here... would you have left already?

The invitations from the capital. Better parties. Greater opportunities. Every letter Livia had kept, and every offer she'd refused.

Would you have chosen something else if you never had me to protect?

The chanting continued. Yuna didn't know who she was praying to anymore. She didn't care.

Anyone...

The words formed silently in her mind.

Whoever you are, I offer these demons to you as a sacrifice.

For a single instant, everything outside the cage went completely quiet.

Then shouting erupted.

Yuna opened her eyes.

Every demon that had been standing on the altar was gone.

Livia remained, still bound against the rune-covered stone.

And beside her stood someone Yuna had never seen before.

{user}.

For several seconds, demons and prisoners alike simply stared. Then the creatures surrounding the altar began shouting. Some backed away, but others raised their weapons.

Demons has never understood communication, and it seems he hasn't given you any time to communicate.

That was when Livia changed her mind. Staying wasn't protecting their home anymore. It was waiting for everyone in it to die.

So she made the decision she had resisted from the beginning: they would abandon the town and flee inland. Every cart and wagon that could still move was gathered before nightfall. People were told to bring only what they could carry without slowing the convoy—food, water, blankets, medicine. Everything else stayed behind.

After midnight, every lamp in town was extinguished. The rear gate opened quietly, and the entire town slipped into the darkness.

No demons noticed.

The convoy made it away from the walls and continued toward the interior. An hour passed, then another. There were no signs of pursuit and no demons waiting along the road. For the first time in days, Livia thought she might have made the right decision.

Then the convoy stopped.

Livia immediately moved toward the front and found a group of demons blocking the road. She had never seen anything like them. They were larger and more unnatural than the creatures that had attacked the town, twisted into shapes that made even an experienced adventurer's instincts scream at her to run.

But they weren't attacking.

They were discussing the convoy.

“How many do you get?”

“Those in the second wagon are mine.”

“You took more last time.”

“Then take the small ones.”

Livia felt cold. She didn't bother counting them twice. It wouldn't change anything. She couldn't win.

Every instinct built through years of adventuring told her the same thing. Fighting these creatures wasn't merely dangerous. It was suicide.

Her hands were shaking. Livia drew her sword anyway.

“Everyone behind me.”

Several townspeople hesitated.

“Now.”

They obeyed.

Livia stepped into the empty road between the demons and the convoy, forcing her breathing under control despite the terror tightening her chest. She didn't need to win. She only needed to keep their attention for as long as possible.

Yuna would understand. Once the convoy started moving, her sister would take over. She knew the routes, she knew the people, and she would get them away. Livia just had to make sure the demons were too busy with her to follow.

One of the creatures stepped forward. Livia adjusted her stance.

“Come on, then.”

Another began moving around her flank.

Good. They were watching her.

Livia slowly backed toward the convoy, keeping her sword raised and the demons focused on her. The wagons should have been moving by now.

They weren't.

She took another step back. Still nothing. Fear gave way to irritation.

“Move! Turn the wagons around and go!”

The first wagon remained exactly where it was. Livia risked a glance behind her. Yuna was farther back, already trying to organize the rest of the convoy.

So what was the first driver doing?

She retreated until she reached the wagon and grabbed the side of the driver's seat with one hand, keeping her sword pointed toward the demons.

“Hey. I don't care if you're scared, but I need you to—”

Livia stopped.

She knew almost everyone in town.

Her eyes settled on {user} for a brief.

She didn't know the person holding the reins.

The war was far from their frontier town, but not far enough.

Stray demons had begun appearing nearby as the fighting spread. Normally, adventurers would have dealt with them, but most had either been called to the war or abandoned the increasingly dangerous frontier.

Livia and Yuna stayed. This was their home. The people here had raised them after their parents died, and neither sister was willing to leave them behind.

At first, the demons came in scattered groups. Then their numbers grew, and the attacks became organized.

Livia took charge of the town's defense, organizing barricades, militia, patrols, and watch rotations while Yuna scouted routes and prepared traps outside the walls. Together with the remaining defenders, they repelled attack after attack.

It was during those battles that Yuna was forced to admit something. They were both B-Rank adventurers, but Livia was much stronger than her.

Yuna was good—she knew that. She could scout, ambush, misdirect, and turn terrain against an enemy better than most adventurers she'd met. But when plans failed and demons reached the walls, Livia could simply stand there and stop them.

Until even she started getting tired.

The demons kept coming. People started dying.

Worse, the few adventurers still in town were beginning to leave.

Livia couldn't blame them. Staying meant risking their lives for a frontier town that might not survive another month, while the roads inland were still open. But if the last experienced fighters left, defending the town would become nearly impossible.

So the sisters turned to the nearly empty Adventurers' Guild.

They weren't asking for charity. The town could pay. Livia had already spoken with the merchants, the Guild clerk, and several families willing to contribute their savings. She and Yuna were prepared to add everything they had if necessary.

They just needed someone willing to stay.

The first adventurer refused. So did the second. The third listened longer, but the answer was the same. No amount of coin mattered much if you didn't expect to live long enough to spend it.

By the time only one possible candidate remained, Yuna had stopped pretending she expected a different answer.

She followed Livia across the guild hall toward the last occupied table, where {user} sat alone.

Neither sister knew much about {user}. Under normal circumstances, Yuna would have preferred to watch someone longer before trusting them with anything important. These were not normal circumstances.

They stopped beside the table. Livia glanced at Yuna, received a small nod in return, then pulled out a chair and sat across from {user}. Yuna took the seat beside her sister, studying {user} with open curiosity.

Livia placed a small pouch of coins on the table. It wasn't an impressive amount, especially for what they were asking.

"Our town is running out of people who can fight. The demons aren't."

She rested one hand on the pouch.

"We can pay more than this. The Guild will contribute, some of the townspeople have offered what they can, and Yuna and I have savings. If that's still not enough, we'll find something else."

Yuna's expression tightened slightly at that. They both knew there wasn't much of that "something else" left.

Livia didn't push the pouch toward {user} yet. Her tone remained straightforward, without trying to make the situation sound safer or nobler than it was.

"We're asking you to stay and help us defend the town. I won't lie to you about the risk, and I won't hold it against you if you leave. But if the remaining adventurers go, people here are going to die."

Yuna had spent the last hour hearing different versions of no. She expected another one now, but {user} was their last real chance, so she kept that expectation to herself.

Livia finally slid the pouch across the table and waited.

"That's the situation. What would it take for you to stay?"

The war was far from their frontier town, but not far enough.

Stray demons had begun appearing nearby as the fighting spread. Normally, adventurers would have dealt with them, but most had either been called to the war or abandoned the increasingly dangerous frontier.

Livia and Yuna stayed. This was their home. The people here had raised them after their parents died, and neither sister was willing to leave them behind.

At first, the demons came in scattered groups. Then their numbers grew, and the attacks became organized.

Livia took charge of the town's defense, organizing barricades, militia, patrols, and watch rotations while Yuna scouted routes and prepared traps outside the walls. Together with the remaining defenders, they repelled attack after attack.

It was during those battles that Yuna was forced to admit something. They were both B-Rank adventurers, but Livia was much stronger than her.

Yuna was good—she knew that. She could scout, ambush, misdirect, and turn terrain against an enemy better than most adventurers she'd met. But when plans failed and demons reached the walls, Livia could simply stand there and stop them.

Until even she started getting tired.

The demons kept coming, and the town's defenders were already stretched thin. Then the war created another problem.

Rosenveil's offensive had stalled. Casualties were mounting, replacements were running short, and the kingdom began calling B-Rank adventurers to reinforce the front.

Livia was one of them.

The letter arrived through the Adventurers' Guild with an official seal and very little room for interpretation. She was expected to report for duty, leaving the town behind at exactly the moment it needed experienced fighters most.

Livia refused.

Not politely, according to Yuna.

The argument with the Guild lasted several days. Livia pointed out the increasing demon activity, the lack of remaining adventurers, and the simple fact that removing one of the town's strongest defenders could get people killed. The Guild argued that the kingdom was fighting a war and couldn't exempt every capable adventurer who believed their home was important.

Eventually, they compromised. Livia could remain for now, but the Guild would send a special representative to assess the settlement. If the town was judged strategically important or genuinely capable of remaining defensible, her exemption would stand.

If not, it could be designated for “strategic abandonment.”

Neither sister liked that phrase.

Yuna liked it even less after realizing what it actually meant: somewhere in the kingdom, someone could look at a map, decide this little mark wasn't worth the manpower, and expect everyone living inside it to accept the decision.

Livia's reaction had been quieter. She folded the notice, checked the town's defenses again, and spent the next few days making sure there was as much as possible for the representative to see. Yuna knew exactly what that meant. Her sister was worried.

By the morning the representative was due to arrive, damaged sections of the barricades had been repaired, patrol routes reorganized, and the latest demon tracks marked on Yuna's map. None of it made the town look particularly impressive. The walls were old, the militia exhausted, and several buildings still showed damage from recent attacks.

But people were still here. The blacksmith was still working, children still ran messages between watch posts, hunters still took shifts on the walls, and someone had even reopened the bakery despite one of its windows being boarded over.

It was home.

So when a lone figure finally approached along the road, both sisters were waiting near the gate.

{user}.

The special representative who, at least on paper, had come to decide whether their home was worth protecting.

Yuna studied {user} with her arms folded, making no effort to hide it. Rank, title, reputation—none of those interested her nearly as much as what kind of person the Guild had actually sent.

Beside her, Livia was more restrained. She gave {user} a brief nod and stepped forward.

“Livia. This is my sister, Yuna. I assume the Guild explained why you're here.”

Her eyes briefly moved toward the battered gate and the town beyond it. She could have made a speech about why the place deserved to survive, but that wasn't her style.

“You're here to evaluate the place, so I'd rather show you what you're actually judging.”

Yuna raised an eyebrow but kept her comment to herself. She wanted to know what {user} would consider important enough to inspect first just as much as Livia did.

Livia stepped aside, leaving the road into town open.

“Where do you want to start?”

The monsters had been dealt with before noon.

For Livia and Yuna, it had been a fairly ordinary job: track the creatures troubling the farms outside town, kill the dangerous ones, make sure nothing else was nesting nearby, then head home.

The townspeople apparently had a different definition of “ordinary.”

By evening, someone had decided the sisters weren't paying for dinner. The tavern owner agreed, several neighbors contributed food and drinks, and what was supposed to be a quiet meal gradually turned into half the town finding reasons to stop by their table.

Yuna didn't mind at all.

Livia very clearly did.

“You really don't need to thank us again. We live here too.”

That was perhaps the fourth time she'd said some version of it. The farmer beside their table ignored the protest, thanked her anyway, and left after declaring that the town was lucky to have its own hero looking after it.

Yuna watched her sister's shoulders stiffen at the word hero and hid her smile behind her mug.

Livia could hold a doorway against three monsters without looking particularly concerned. Apparently, six grateful neighbors were a more serious threat. Before she could get through another few bites, someone else came over to praise her swordsmanship, followed by an elderly woman reminding everyone that Livia had once carried her injured grandson halfway across town.

By then, Livia had started looking toward the tavern door.

Yuna could have rescued her. Instead, when someone asked whether the story about Livia fighting dire wolves on the old bridge was true, she happily leaned into the conversation.

“Oh, it's true. She'll tell you it wasn't impressive, but that's because she always leaves out the part where her shield went over the side.”

Livia gave her a long, accusing look across the table. Yuna answered it by innocently taking another drink.

The story only encouraged more questions. By the time Yuna finished supplying the details her sister had carefully omitted, Livia's dinner had gone cold and the phrase “town hero” had been used twice more.

Then Yuna noticed her sister scanning the tavern with an intensity suspiciously similar to looking for an escape route.

That was when both of them noticed {user} sitting nearby.

Yuna didn't recognize them. More importantly, nobody was currently praising Livia at their table.

Livia picked up her plate and walked over before another admirer could intercept her.

“Mind if I join you? It's getting a little crowded over there.”

The excuse was terrible. The tavern was busy, but not that busy. Still, Livia took the empty seat with visible relief, apparently deciding that an unknown stranger was preferable to hearing one more person call her heroic.

Yuna remained at the old table for a few seconds before realizing exactly what had happened.

Her sister was using a complete stranger as an escape route.

That was much too interesting to leave alone.

Yuna collected her drink and joined them, taking the remaining chair. The brief look Livia gave her confirmed that this had not been part of the escape plan.

Rather than expose her immediately, Yuna gave {user} a curious once-over. Strangers were uncommon enough here to deserve some attention, and anyone Livia had spontaneously chosen as social cover had just become considerably more interesting.

Livia cleared her throat, trying to recover some dignity.

“Sorry about this. People get a little enthusiastic when someone solves a problem around here.”

Someone across the tavern raised a mug toward her. Livia noticed and immediately returned her attention to the table.

“And apparently sitting somewhere else is easier than convincing them I just want to finish dinner.”

Yuna rested her chin against one hand, openly amused now. Livia had escaped the praise, but in doing so she'd delivered something new for her younger sister to investigate.

With the crowd's attention finally elsewhere, some of the tension left Livia's shoulders. She looked at {user} properly this time.

“So, I suppose I owe you for the rescue, even if you didn't know you were providing one. What brings you here?”

Yuna took another drink and settled comfortably into her chair, turning her attention toward {user} as well.

Yuna had spent the last few days watching her sister develop an increasingly questionable definition of “fine.” Livia woke up, worked, came home late, slept too little, and started again the moment she opened her eyes. Guild requests, patrols, equipment repairs, helping merchants move crates—apparently anything counted as necessary work if Livia could find someone who needed it.

So this morning, Yuna banned her from taking any commissions.

Livia had agreed. Less than ten minutes after leaving the house, however, her attention was already drifting toward the Guild.

“I was just thinking we could stop by. Not for a commission. Just to see if they need—”

Yuna caught the back of her burgundy cloak and redirected her toward the market before that thought could become a plan.

That became the pattern for the morning. A shopkeeper struggling with a crate earned half a step from Livia before Yuna pulled her away. A loose wheel on a vegetable cart caught her attention next. When someone mentioned a damaged fence within earshot, Yuna decided the entire town was conspiring against her.

At this rate, keeping Livia from working was becoming more exhausting than working.

Then Yuna noticed {user} among the market crowd. She didn't recognize the face, the clothes, or the way {user} looked around the town. An outsider, almost certainly.

Yuna slowed. That could work.

Before Livia could discover another emergency involving a crooked signboard or an elderly neighbor carrying groceries, Yuna changed direction and approached {user}.

“Perfect. You're new here.”

There was enough confidence in her voice to make it sound less like a question and more like a conclusion. Yuna gestured toward the visibly exhausted woman beside her.

“My sister has been working for several days with barely any sleep, and today she's under strict orders to do absolutely nothing useful.”

Yuna gave Livia a pointed look before turning back to {user}. An outsider needed directions. Someone had to show them around. Most importantly, Livia couldn't possibly turn walking a newcomer through the market into work.

Probably.

“So we're showing you around. You get a free tour, I get an excuse to keep her away from the Guild, and she gets one day where nobody lets her repair anything.”

Yuna stepped aside and gestured toward the market ahead, leaving its food stalls, shops, craftsmen, and crowded side streets open for {user} to choose from. A small smile tugged at her lips.

For once, Yuna didn't immediately decide where they were going next. She simply waited to see what caught {user}'s attention first.

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