Chapter 9: Chapter 9: Happy Meal Grocery, part 2.

Chapter 9: Happy Meal Grocery, part 2.

Ultimate Hero of Fate Alexander De'maine:

I watched the store like a hawk, and I saw that one of the customers had preferential treatment given to him.

What is the connection between the kind old man, and the bastard of a dark lord? Yes, there is a difference between a dark lord, and a demon lord. It is quite a simple one. For one to be a demon lord one must be..., a demon. See? Very simple.

"Sir, do you need help with carrying your bags?" I approached the old man, who blinked at me. I repeat this, and he quite happily hands me his quite heavy bag.

"Did you win a game too? I swear, Villus has a game running every day," the old man asked, as he looked at my own bag. I smile, yet, I am also suspicious.

"No, I am not so lucky. I bought this milk myself," I told him, and then offer my free hand. I am carrying both of the bags in my left hand. Yes, I am a lefty. Make a joke about it at your own peril.

"Right, come along now," Albert says, and then takes a hold of my hand, and begins to lead me across the village.

 He leads me to one of the older districts. Most of the residents are old people in here. A lot of them don't have their children to take care of them. All of them come to Happy Meal Grocery. You know, the dark lord's grocery store.

Are these his generals, now old and unable to fight? What, is he paying them retirement funds? I snort at the idea.

"Something funny? Oh, I love jokes," the old man asked, and I wizen up.

"Yes, how about this? A Dark Lord ends up running a grocery store?" I asked him, wanting to see if he would twitch.

"Oh, that is a funny one," huh, maybe he is a better actor, than I thought? I must be careful with this old fox.

"Here is another: His generals need hearing aids, to plot his plans," I told him, and he sighs.

"It is sad to need a hearing aid, my boy. Don't make such jokes," I feel kind of bad, that I upset him. But I make my resolve akin to steel. If this man used to be one of the dark lord's generals, then he must have done despicable things. I must test him further, no matter how rude it is.

"So, what do you do these days, sir? Do you perhaps volunteer anywhere?" I asked him, and he bows his head.

"Oh, just look at me. A trek home might as well be a trek in a mountain. When I was younger, I could do everything. All my life, I was a woodcarver. You should see some of my figurines. I still keep a couple of my best works," wait, is this man trying to play me? Woodcarving? Really now?

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"Well, I would love to see them," I told him, and then nudged him, so he could keep on walking. "In fact, I need a place to spend the night, if you have a room…"

"Of course, you can stay at my house," he looks as if I told him that Yule is coming early. Definitely not what one would expect, from a general of the dark lord.

We walk while we trade jokes. I prob him with questions about the grocery shop, and about the shopkeeper. He seems delighted to share what he knows about this Villus.

Villus Flortine came just two years ago, looking lost. Then, the old grocery store closed, because of debts, and he bought it. Since then, he has been running games, and a lot of elderly people win them. And a couple of single mothers, as well.

"You should have seen Beth's face, when she won the game for the birthday cake for little Mathew. Oh, she nearly cried," now, I feel strange. It almost sounds as if this dark lord is not a dark lord.

When I confronted him, he didn't give anything away? Did I threaten the wrong person? Albert, for I learned that was the grandpa's name, invited me home. The furniture was old, but polished. It looked as if a lot of love has been put into this house.

"Villus comes every Sunday to the neighborhood, and cleans the houses along the road. He tells us that he wants us to be happy? Can you believe it?" Albert looks ready to cry, and so, I hugged him. As I patted the grandpa on the back, I feel like a complete and utter asshole.

The very next day, I help Albert make a pie out of a can of sweet corn, with some cherry jam, he was apparently saving for a rainy day.

"I promised, you know? Sometimes I forget, but not today, young man! Let us go and play the game," with those words, Albert ushered me back towards the store.

The shopkeeper is just wiping the tables outside the store, when he sees us. I take a good look at him. He seems to be smiling. No malicious aura comes from him. He is not like that bastard, the demon lord. Just a normal human.

"Villus, I brough the pie! Let us play the game," Albert calls out, as Villus chuckles.

That morning, I share a breakfast of the most delicious economical pie I have ever eaten, and then reflect on what I have been doing since I landed in this strange world.

All I did was fight, while someone I accused of being a dark lord brings joy to the elderly. Just what sort of person am I?

"Hey, are you looking for employees?" It is not like I need money, seeing as I claimed all of the demon lord's treasures for myself. But what this man is doing here has meaning, and I want to be a part of that.

The thing about the Ultimate Heroes of Fate, is that they are just children, when fate calls upon them. Some get lost in the bloodlust. Others, find parent figures in the strangest of places. Some, even with dark lords.

The End of Happy Meal Grocery!    

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