Starting with the defeated female knight

“Are you truly attacking me simply because I am ugly? After all the shelter and guidance I have provided you through this age of ignorance, is there no justice or law left in this world?” The female knight, who had arrived to subdue the writhing tentacles, looked upon him with undisguised disgust. “Please do not spit on my clothes; cleaning them is a tedious hassle. Furthermore, stop feigning ignorance. Carefully selected knights and mages are sent to confront you at this specific time every year. Do you truly not understand why?” She issued her ultimatum with practiced efficiency. “Will you follow proper procedure, or will you simply accept defeat? Make your choice quickly. I am in a hurry.” Years later, as he sat upon his throne facing a new generation of female knights, Grimm would often recall that fateful night when he first took in his defeated captors. “All I ever wanted was someone to teach me how to read. What were you idiots thinking?” he would muse. “And next time, please send a larger one. I prefer them big.” This is a sincere tale of farming life set within a magical world.