As the plot of Goblin Syer slowly tihe audience's initial hope for a light-hearted, edic film had been pletely shattered.

  They sat there, almost numb, watg as the story unfolded.

  The relief alpable when the armored knight successfully saved the lone survivor, the priestess.

  After all, they couldn't bear the thought of such a sweet, i girl falling victim to the goblins.

  "First one…"

  "And now, the sed…"

  On s, the Goblin Syer swiftly took down two goblins with lightning-fast moves.

  There was no humor, no lightheartedness—just blood and killing, unadorned with the gmour of so-called "honor."

  The rawness of it was id bare for every viewer to see.

  When the Goblin Syer decred that the wounded mage couldn't be saved and ended her life himself, many women in the audience gasped audibly.

  Iheater, people had never witnessed such a graphic death on stage, nor had they expected it from a film.

  Even KonoSuba, with its edie, had never ventured into such grim territory.

  This film was different—it didn't shy away from death, instead choosing to dispy it with brutal hoy.

  Sitting nearby, the young knight, Rhine, was visibly disturbed.

  After all, seeing a young woman die in such a horrifiner, with the protagonist so coldly accepting it, was not something that aligned with his ideals as a knight.

  Yet, beside him, Wycliffe calmly remarked, "That was the right choice. The most dangerous thing otlefield isn’t a strong enemy—it’s a rade who bees a burdey is not like those heroic tales. When a panion is gravely wounded and beyond healing, the right thing to do is to end their suffering and ensure you still fight your enemy."

  "But as knights, isn't it our duty to protect the weak?" Rhine asked, his voice filled with flict.

  Before Wycliffe could respond, Wilhelm, the general watg the film from another seat, chimed in, "There’s always a trade-off. This Goblin Syer made a sacrifice to save those still in the goblin cave. If he had wasted time on the dying mage, the female fighter that was just captured would’ve surely faced a far worse fate."

  Hearing the wisdom from both his superiors, Rhine fell silent.

  Yet, deep dowill struggled with the protagonist's decision.

  However, as the movie tinued, and the protagonist used his vast experieo elimihe remaining goblins in the cave, saying, "These bastards never sidered that they could be ambushed themselves," Rhi a tingle of excitement run through him.

  It wasn’t fear but admiration—he found the protagonist incredibly cool.

  Though this Goblin Syer wasn't a dragon-sying hero or a famed advehe audience gradually began to appreciate the character's allure.

  They were eager for what would happe. How would the story unfold?

  Would the protagonist face even deadlier monsters?

  And what would bee of the sweet priestess he saved?

  As the gobliermination tinued, when the Goblin Syer pushed the oil-soaked goblin corpse deeper into the cave, there was a collective sigh of relief from the audienbsp;

  Justice had been served, and the vilgers had been rescued.

  But then, as the Goblin Syer opened a hidden wooden door and threw his axe at the trembling goblin children ihe audience shifted unfortably in their seats.

  "Wait... If all the adult goblins are dead, there's o kill the young ones…," Rhitered, refleg his iurmoil.

  As a knight traio protect the weak and punish the wicked, he couldn't recile this act with his values.

  And it seemed this se spread throughout the theater.

  But when the Goblitered the words, "The only good goblin is ohat never appears before humans," the eheater fell into a heavy silenbsp;

  Everyone was left pting the harsh realities of race versus rabsp;

  They khe protagonist had made the right choice, but the justice he executed didn't feel satisfying—it left a heavy weight on their hearts.

  As the se shifted, and the kidnapped girls were rescued, with the traumatized female fighter retiring from adventuring, the audience sank further into this oppressive atmosphere.

  They didn't want to think that such stories could happen in their world.

  Only when the priestess decided to join the seasoned Goblin Syer in his quest to rid the world of goblins did they find some fort.

  After this first ao one iheater could calm down.

  The room remained eerily silent, save for the flickering images on the s.

  The audience was divided in their opinions of the Goblin Syer—some questioned whether he was a hero or a monster.

  A few eveed that underh the knight's armor was a giant goblin himself.

  After all, his behavior was anything but normal, and seeing him as a monster felt more pusible.

  As the story tinued and fshbacks of Goblin Syer’s life began to unfold, showing his everyday activities alongside his tragic past—especially whehodically destroyed a goblin camp while reting his history—the audience finally realized that this cold, merciless Goblin Syer was just a regur man ed by revenge.

  General Wilhelm, sitting ba his chair, sighed deeply and remarked to Wycliffe, "You see it, don’t you? This Goblin Syer—he’s just like you when you were youell me, what color do you think you saw this world in back then?"

  "It must have been gray…," Wycliffe answered softly, his voice filled with a sense of weariness, as if recalling memories long buried yet still impossible tet.

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