Chapter 1 – One Month Later
It's been one month since Strom jumped over the cliff.
Now, he lives in a small rented house on the edge of the village. Inside, he has a forge for his personal work, but his main shop is in the village market.
Strom is no longer the Dragon Knight. He left behind the armor, but he kept his sword—still wrapped at the hilt with Angela's scarf. The blade rests quietly inside a wooden chest, never far from him.
By day, Strom repairs tools and forges weapons. By evening, he walks home, eats, and sleeps. The same routine repeats every single day.
To the villagers, Strom is just a young blacksmith with no parents. No one knows his true identity, or the battles that scarred him.
Walking home one evening, Strom whispered to himself:
"This is the life. This is peace." ☮️
Chapter 2 – The Bro
One day, as Strom was hammering away at a tool in his forge, he felt a hand tap his shoulder.
Voice: "New place, Strom."
Strom instantly reacted—instincts sharp as ever—swinging his hammer toward the intruder. But just before the strike landed, he stopped.
It was Sam.
Strom: "You fool… you wanna die?"
Sam: "Ah! Just checking if you're alive or not."
Strom: smirks "So, my bro has returned, huh?"
Sam: "Wanna hang? I wanna see this new village."
Strom: "Then let's go."
The two wandered through the village streets. Strom explained how he no longer took part in chaos—he didn't fight monsters, didn't chase thieves, didn't play the hero.
Sam: "So now you've become the silent blacksmith?"
Strom: "Yeah. Totally useless… but sometimes, I can't stop myself."
Sam: "Ha! A knight can't really retire, huh?"
Strom: "Not until I need a stick to walk."
They laughed, ate together, and shared stories from the past.
Strom admitted his little trick:
Strom: "Whenever a monster falls, and villagers ask me what happened, I just tell them—'a dragon killed it.'"
Sam: "Dude! You lie every time… and they believe it?"
Strom: grinning "Yes. Classic lie."
Later that night, Strom walked with Sam until they reached the village boundary.
Sam: "Wanna see the old folks?"
Strom: "Nah. They think I'm dead. It's better if they don't know."
Sam: "…Alright then. Bye, bro. See you soon."
Chapter 3 – A Hidden Bitc#
On his way home, Strom spotted an old merchant selling jewelry. His eyes locked on a silver ring with a blue gem that gleamed under the torchlight.
Strom: "Hmmm… classic ring. How much?"
Merchant: "Twenty gold coins."
Strom: choking "TWENTY?! What is this—blessed by God himself?"
Merchant: "Classic ring, classic price."
Strom: "Are You robbing me, old man?"
Merchant: "Take it or leave it."
Grumbling, Strom still bought the ring.
That night, after placing it on the table, Strom was about to sleep when a voice echoed through the house.
Voice: "You chose the wrong path, idiot."
Strom froze, looking around. No one. Just the voice.
Strom: "...A hidden bitc# in my house?"
Voice: "Excuse me?!"
A blue aura burst from the ring. A beautiful demoness emerged, dagger flashing, lunging straight for Strom's throat. But Strom was faster—he caught her wrist and slammed her against the wall.
Strom: "My landlord said no girls allowed, so fu#k off."
Voice: "You don't know how to talk to girls!"
Strom: "I don't even know you—and you break into my house, trying to stab me?"
Voice: hissing "You'll regret this."
In an instant, she dissolved back into the ring.
Strom: "At least tell me your name. Otherwise I'm calling you bitc# again."
Voice: "…My name is Wraith. And don't you dare call me that ever again."
Strom: "Fine. If you wanna stay, then stay for the night. I Don't want people saying I left a girl alone outside."
Wraith: "I don't want your help, understood?"
Strom: muttering "Oh God… a demon in my house…"
Later, Strom sat in a chair, staring at the cursed ring. He set a glass of water on the table.
Strom: "Water."
Wraith materialized again—instantly attacking. But Strom slammed her harder this time.
Strom: "Listen, lady. If you don't wanna live here, then leave. But first… give me back my 20 coins."
Wraith: "Greedy human."
Strom: "Good night. Just do me one favor—don't kill me while I'm sleeping. And if you do wanna sleep… there's a second bed there."
For the first time, Wraith paused. Surprised. A human offering a demon a place to stay?
Chapter 4 — The Hang Out
Morning light slipped through the forge's small window. Strom rubbed his eyes, stretched, and glanced at the little wooden table near his bed.
The ring was gone.
Strom smirked.
Strom: "Yes! The demon bitc# is finally gone. Peace restored."
A voice behind him:
Wraith: "You need a lesson, huh?"
Strom froze.
Strom: "…sorry ma'am."
Burnt Breakfast
Wraith stood proudly holding a plate. The food on it looked like black coal.
Wraith: "I made breakfast for you."
Strom: "…you made… this?"
Wraith: "Yes. You gave me a place to stay, so here's my thanks."
Strom stared at the charred mess. His survival instinct screamed don't eat this, but Wraith's eyes were sparkling with expectation.
Strom: "…I'm not hungry. You eat it."
Wraith: "So you don't want it? Okay fine, I admit I can't cook… but believe me, it's tasty!"
With a deep sigh, Strom shoved the food into his mouth. His soul left his body for a second.
Strom (in mind): "She can kill anyone with this cooking talent…"
The Hang Out Plan
Later, while heading to his shop, Strom turned to her.
Strom: "Hey girl! You wanna hang out?"
Wraith's face lit up. No human had ever treated her like this.
Wraith: "Really?! Where?"
Strom (in mind): "Perfect. She goes into the ring, I throw it away. Easy escape."
Strom (out loud): "Come with me."
Wraith happily jumped into the ring. Strom held it tightly, walking toward the edge of the village, ready to toss it into the grasslands. But then he remembered her glowing eyes when he invited her. The excitement. The happiness.
His hand froze. He couldn't throw it.
The Snake Hybrid
At the shop, Strom hammered tools. From inside the ring:
Wraith: "When you say hang out, I thought you meant somewhere… romantic."
Strom: "We're not dating at all."
Wraith: "You really don't know how to treat a girl."
Strom: "First, you're a demon. Second, have you ever seen a human not try to kill a demon?"
Wraith: "Have you ever seen a demon not try to kill a human?"
Strom: "…You tried twice already."
Wraith: "…okay, you win."
Suddenly, screams filled the street. A massive 20-foot snake-human hybrid was raiding the village, stealing resources.
Wraith: "You should stop him!"
Strom (still hammering): "He's just stealing resources, not a big problem."
Wraith: "He'll kill those children!"
Strom: "…okay fine, I'm going, don't panic."
Dragon Blade
Strom wore the ring and hurled a stone into the hybrid's eye.
Strom: "Hey you ugly snake!"
The creature roared and chased him beyond the village into the empty plains. Strom dropped the ring under a tree.
Strom: "Miss, better not step out."
The hybrid slithered forward, towering over him. Strom stood still. Suddenly, a half-visible glass dragon-shaped blade materialized in Air — massive, glowing, unstoppable.
Strom: "…enough, kiddo."
With a single swing, the dragon blade cleaved the hybrid in half. Blood splashed across the plains. The monster twitched once, then fell silent.
From inside the ring, Wraith's eyes widened.
Wraith: "…Who are you?"
Strom: "Not your business."
Wraith: "That's rude… but fine."
The Lie Continues
When Strom walked back, villagers crowded him.
Villager 1: "What happened to the hybrid?!"
Strom: "A big blue dragon cut him down."
Villager 2: "Thank God!"
Villager 3: "Why only you can see that dragon?"
Strom: "…I don't know. Maybe I'm blessed by it."
Later that night, Strom returned home with Wraith again. He sighed, realizing she wasn't leaving anytime soon… but deep down, he didn't mind anymore.
Chapter 5 — The Chain
The night sky was clear, the moon shining like silver glass over the quiet village. On the roof of Strom's small forge-house, two figures sat shoulder to shoulder — the young blacksmith and the demon princess.
Under the Moon
Wraith: "Now… can you please tell me who you really are? I'm dying to know."
Strom: "…okay. But remember, you can't take that knowledge anywhere."
He leaned back, gazing at the stars, and for the first time in weeks, Strom spoke about his past — about the Dragon Knights, about his battles, about the weight he once carried. He left out Angela, locking that wound deep inside.
Wraith froze, staring at him.
Wraith: "…and you are still able to smile?"
Strom: "Yes. Now it's your turn."
Wraith: "…no, I don't think I will."
Strom smirked: "That counts as cheating, you know."
Wraith sighed.
Wraith: "Fine… I'm the blue demon princess from the frozen kingdom and I like killing humans."
Strom chuckled softly.
Strom: "When you told me that snake hybrid would kill children, I already knew you're not evil."
Her eyes dropped, her lie shattering under his gaze.
Wraith (quietly): "…my past is complicated. Just understand… I'm the most wanted demon alive. I've killed many humans."
Chains Breaking
Strom reached out and grabbed her hand.
Strom: "I don't care about your past. But if you're staying here, you better help me pay the rent."
For the first time in ages, Wraith laughed — a real laugh.
Wraith: "You're unbelievable. You're the only one I've ever talked to like this."
Strom: "That sounds like trust, huh? You can stay here… but don't ever cook again. I'll handle that."
Wraith (mock crying): "Is my cooking really that bad? 🥺"
Strom: "No… it's too good. If you keep cooking, you'll lose your talent."
Wraith burst into laughter, resting her head against his shoulder.
Wraith (softly): "…thank you. For not treating me like a demon. For understanding me."
Strom: "No problem. But before you leave one day, just give me back my 20 coins."
Wraith: "…you greedy humans can't be real."
Strom: "Yes, we are."
And under the moonlight, both smiled. They liked each other's company, more than they dared admit — bound by a chain neither of them wanted to break.
The Next Morning
The peace didn't last.
Three armored knights arrived at Strom's doorstep.
Knight 1: "We saw a blue demon on your roof last night."
Strom (calm): "…no sir. That was your dream. There's no blue demon here."
Knight 2 (suspicious): "You're hiding something, blacksmith."
Strom (sharp): "…and it's not your business."
The knights exchanged glances and left… but not without doubt in their eyes. They knew Strom was lying.
Chapter 6: The King
That evening, Strom and Wraith were sitting together, speaking casually under the lantern light—when suddenly, a glass bottle crashed through the window. A cloud of poisonous gas filled the room.
Wraith (panicked) – "Strom! Wake up… wake up!"
She shook him, but Strom collapsed unconscious while she herself was unharmed. Hearing heavy boots approach, Wraith clenched her fists.
Wraith (thinking) – "Knights… I must hide."
In a flash of light, she slipped into the ring on Strom's finger. The knights stormed in, seized Strom, and dragged him away.
The Dungeon
Strom awoke chained, a cursed bangle glowing on his arm, suppressing his dragon knight power. He looked around—the ring was gone. To his shock, he found Sam also locked inside.
Sam – "Hey bro!"
Strom – "Sam?! What are you doing here?"
Sam – "I tried to stop the knights at your home, but well… here I am."
Strom – "Did you see my ring?"
Sam – "Yeah… a knight took it."
Strom – (clenching fists) "He'll regret it if he touches her."
Then, a soft voice whispered from the stone pendant at Strom's chest.
Wraith – "You really care for me."
Both Strom and Sam froze—Sam nearly jumped out of his skin.
Sam (screaming) – "AHHHH! Please don't eat me! My mom will kill me if I die!"
Strom – (facepalming) "Nothing happened… she's my friend."
Strom – "Sam, say hi to my new friend."
Sam looked up at the blue-skinned demoness who emerged from the pendant, her aura cold and beautiful.
Sam – (gulping) "Well… hello beautiful. I was just joking."
Wraith – (raising a brow) "Really?"
With a blur of motion, Wraith sliced through the chains and shattered the cursed bangle on Strom's arm.
Strom – "Let's go."
The Cursed Knight
As they attempted escape, the dungeon trembled. From the shadows, a towering suit of blackened armor stepped forward. His eyes glowed a single crimson flame. His body was hollow, no flesh—just living cursed steel. A massive shield in one hand, a greatsword in the other.
This was Zoro, the Hollow Knight.
Sam – (terrified) "That thing… has no body!"
Strom (lifting a spear from a broken statue) – "Doesn't matter. We fight."
The Demon King's Chamber
Meanwhile, Wraith stormed the throne room. She lunged straight at the king, but he threw a handful of cursed dust that paralyzed her powers for a few seconds. She collapsed.
King – "You're fast, dangerous… and beautiful."
Wraith – "Leave me alone!"
King – "Even that boy… he wants your beauty, you know."
Wraith – (frowning) "He is not like you."
King – "Ha! You think a human will ever trust a demon?"
Wraith – "He's not a normal human… he's different."
King – "Be my queen, and I will spare you."
Her powers surged back. Wraith smirked.
Wraith – "No. I'm already owned by someone else… for 20 coins."
She kicked the king back, hurled her dagger, and split his crown.
Wraith – "Don't you dare follow me."
With a single crushing punch, she knocked him unconscious, leaving him broken but alive.
The Fall of Zoro
Back in the dungeon hall, Strom and Sam were overwhelmed. Zoro's strikes were impossibly fast for such a massive knight, and his armor absorbed every blow. Strom's spear shattered. Sam dropped to one knee, exhausted.
Zoro raised his greatsword to finish them.
But a blur of blue lightning streaked past—Wraith.
Wraith – "Two idiots fighting like toddlers."
She appeared behind Zoro, her hand plunging into the hollow helmet. With a twist, she ripped out his single burning red eye. The knight froze. His armor collapsed, crashing into pieces like an empty shell.
Strom – "You love saving me."
Wraith – "Shut up."
That Night
Back at Strom's home, the three sat together.
Wraith – "So, mage boy… I have a question."
Sam – "Okay… ask."
Wraith – "Do you like your blacksmith… or me?"
Sam (choking on his drink) – "What's that supposed to mean?!"
Strom – (groaning) "Now I regret buying that ring."
Wraith – "I'm staying with you now. Forget your 20 coins."
Strom – "Fine, no problem."
Sam – (nervous) "Do you… want to eat him?"
The room erupted with awkward silence—and then laughter.