Reborn: Demon's Heritage
seeing that it does not come to that.”
    “And how may I help you?” Ash asked, his voice losing a little of its hostility though he didn’t let down his guard.
    “You just need to lay down your weapon and surrender,” the knight said calmly. “You will be brought before the king and admit that you used a demon ability to charm the duchess. You will be put to death, but giving one life to save countless others is a cheap bargain.”
    Ash couldn’t deny the man’s logic and was tempted to take the offer. “And what will happen to Emelia?”
    “She will keep her status as the duchess, but she will be wed to a person of noble lineage.”
    Ash could easily give himself up if it meant saving the lives of others. He knew that Emelia would curse him for it, but she would be safe and so would the other people of the duchy. What bothered him was that not only would they take his life, they would essentially be taking Emelia’s as well. She wouldn’t die, but from the sound of it she would be nothing more than a slave.
    “So you would have me lie and then send someone else to my wife’s bed taking everything from her family including her name. All because the king is too much of a coward to stand up for all of his citizens,” Ash said as if the words caused a bad taste in his mouth.
    “Shut your mouth,” one of the other knights yelled and Ash heard the sound of steel being drawn.
    “Hush Morris,” the older knight said angrily before turning back to Ash. “There is much more going on than you realize. This war will end and sadly it will end with the fall of the Hawkwing name. The question is, how many people will die during the process?”
    “For every man we lose, we will take two with us,” Ash said remembering the words from something he had read before. “It doesn’t matter how many of his dog’s the king sends. This is Hawkwing land and it shall stay that way.”
    “Have it your way Lord Ash,” the man said with a heavy sigh. “Maybe after your death, your duchess will see things in a better light.”
    The knight slid from his saddle then released a large double bladed sword and brought it to bare. Within moments, the other knights also unhorsed and took up a formation that Ash had seen before. It was the same one that Den and his men had taken up when they were fighting together.
    The scout in the back was the first to attack using her bow to send an arrow aimed at his head. Ash didn’t even blink as he batted the arrow out of the air with the flat of his sword.
    As soon as Ash’s sword moved, the others began their attack. Ash was able to dodge and parry most the attacks from the three warriors, but the two scouts and mage were a slight problem. The archer kept back firing arrows at him at any opening, while the other kept maneuvering around to strike at his back. While the scouts kept him slightly off balance, the mage used wind magic to attack him. It wasn’t hard for Ash to know that if he didn’t start to reduce their numbers, he wouldn’t last very long.
    Without much choice, Ash invoked Gambler’s Gambit and prayed that he got a good number.
    “Tring.”
    [You have used Gambler’s Gambit. All stats will be increased by 61 points.]
    With the sudden increase in stats, Ash’s pace quickened and the attacks that were hard to dodge earlier became slightly easier though he was still finding it hard to strike back. Seeing that he was still in trouble, Ash quickly used Shadow Armor, Shimmer, and Death Wail one after another. When the loud scream left his mouth, all but the mage was grabbed their heads and a few even dropped to their knees. Seeing his chance, Ash rushed past the guards, striking at the distracted bow wielder.
    With a flash of Ash’s sword, it hit the thin leather armor just above the chest, splitting the knight open. The knight regained himself just in time to see the strike and let out half a yell before he fell down dead in a puddle of his own blood.
    The other knights

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