Creating Anime In A Fantasy World

Chapter 234: Movies Are Actually Pretty Fun!

The story of Goblin Slayer began to unfold within the southern frontier camp.

Though most of the soldiers still scoffed at the idea of this so-called magical invention, they couldn’t help but keep watching.

Tap. Tap. Tap

Footsteps echoed through the darkness. On the screen, a shadowed figure clad in battered, filthy armor appeared—and instantly, every soldier’s gaze was drawn to him.

Even Captain Brando, who had been half-distracted until now, found his expression hardening into one of wary focus.

“…Is this some kind of magical recording?” Sergeant Jocen finally asked, curiosity piqued.

Edward smiled lightly.

“It’s a method of storing moving images with magic. But don’t worry—the story is all fiction. None of it has any real connection to our world.”

“I see.” Jocen nodded in understanding, settling in along with the others to follow the strange tale.

After the grim armored figure appeared, the scene shifted. Bright light spilled across the screen as the perspective moved to a bustling adventurers’ guild in town. Young novices laughed and dreamed of glory as they set out on their first quest: to slay goblins.

When the four-person party was shown on screen, Brando suddenly stiffened. His eyes darted toward the girl standing quietly beside Edward.

“Daphne? Wh–why are you in there?” he blurted out.

Caught off guard, Daphne flushed scarlet and lowered her head, unable to answer.

Edward stepped in smoothly.

“Daphne is one of our studio’s finest actresses. She took part in filming Goblin Slayer and played the heroine’s role.”

“…The heroine?”

Brando blinked in astonishment, then let out a helpless sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He could hardly believe his little sister had gotten involved in something like this.

Meanwhile, the four young adventurers on screen, full of innocence and reckless energy, stepped into a dark cave for their very first mission.

Watching their youthful eagerness, the soldiers of the camp couldn’t help recalling their own first battles—the raw nerves, the rash courage—and a spark of sympathy stirred in their hearts.

But then, the goblins appeared.

Cunning. Vile. Monstrous.

Far from the weaklings the novices had expected, the goblins struck with cruel ingenuity. The fledgling adventurers had no chance.

Within moments, two were dead, one grievously wounded, and only the blonde priestess staggered out alive—barely.

“What the hell?!”

“They were far too inexperienced…”

“Damn it, those poor kids. That girl’s so young… how could she be left to such monsters?”

“Isn’t anyone going to save them?”

The soldiers muttered heatedly, fists clenching at their sides. More than a few looked as though they would have gladly leapt into the screen themselves to cut down the goblins.

But a story was only a story. And on screen, the priestess’s desperate escape soon came to a dead end. The filthy, leering goblins closed in, eager to subject her to the same fate as her companions.

At that moment, Edward noticed Captain Brando’s aura flare with killing intent, the sheer pressure of it making him instinctively edge a step away.

Just as the men could bear it no longer, a new sound broke the silence—steady footsteps echoing from deeper in the cave.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A flicker of torchlight split the darkness like a blade, illuminating the cavern. Every soldier’s heart seized in that instant.

“Who’s that?!”

“Wait, didn’t we see him at the beginning?”

“Is he an enemy… or an ally?”

Eyes wide, they watched as the armored figure reappeared. With brutal swiftness, the Goblin Slayer launched into action. In the blink of an eye, every goblin pursuing the priestess lay dead, cut down without mercy.

The Goblin Slayer’s movements were so fluid, so mercilessly efficient, that every soldier watching was struck speechless.

Even here in the Empire’s far South—where frontier troops often fought savage magical beasts from the untamed lands—few could claim such honed skill. To dispatch goblins with such speed and precision… it was beyond their imagination.

Of course, the soldiers were used to facing gigantic monsters, not cunning, nimble foes like goblins. Still, watching the mysterious armored man carve through them with ease left them shaken.

When at last he cut down the last of the monsters and pulled the blonde priestess to safety, the soldiers exhaled as one. Relief swept through the camp. Without realizing it, they had been holding their breath—hearts caught up entirely in the struggle playing out on the screen.

And with that realization came another: they had forgotten their earlier disdain. Forgotten their mockery of “movies.” Forgotten their scorn for a mage’s creations.

Now, they were simply… absorbed.

“…Incredible. This film, it’s called Goblin Slayer, right? Then that filthy-looking, battle-hardened man must be the protagonist,” Jocen murmured, his eyes shining.

His words showed how swiftly he had accepted this strange new medium. Unlike Captain Brando, Jocen was quick to embrace the novelty.

Brando, however, scowled at the screen. Though he said nothing, Edward could guess his thoughts. The captain clearly disliked seeing Daphne rescued by some stranger instead of himself.

So… he’s a siscon after all, Edward thought wryly, shooting the young officer a sideways glance.

The film’s pace quickened.

Goblin Slayer rampaged through the cave, slaughtering goblins with practiced brutality. Even the younglings were not spared. His grim words echoed across the screen:

“If there are any, they’re the ones who never show themselves.”

And then he butchered every last goblin spawn.

The soldiers were silent, eyes wide. This wasn’t a sanitized tale, nor some fanciful bard’s ballad. This was raw, unflinching, soaked in blood and rage.

And perhaps because of that, it struck them all the harder.

Here on the Empire’s southern frontier, every man present lived with death at his side. They knew despair. They knew fear. They had seen comrades fall.

So as they watched the grim armored man carve his way through the monsters, they felt an uncanny resonance. The story mirrored their own lives, their own battles.

By the time they realized it, their earlier words of disdain felt meaningless.

This “movie” thing… it’s actually fascinating.

That thought now rippled through nearly every soldier’s mind.