Day 1: The Legendary Hero Will Never Catch a Break!?
A yawn filled the inn room in which the future Demon King resided, her arms stretching back towards her pillow and pushing it off the bed as she rolled over, burying her face in her blanket. "Scratchy..." she would complain, before shaking herself awake. Hopping out of bed, she would change from her smallclothes into her usual garb of a red sleeveless one piece with black portions under the arms, a thigh length black skirt, black elbow-length gloves, red boots, and her black stockings before she would reach underneath her bed to pull out what appeared to be a lute case. Opening it up, she would reveal her explosive roommate that she had snuck in to keep from having to pay for a second room...and had also likely abducted in her sleep to try and outdo the Legendary Hero. "C-3, up and at-em'! We've got ourselves a hero to find." she would chirp, before dashing out, leaving C-3 to do her morning routine. Dropping a few copper coins to the innkeeper, she dashed out, using a basic spell to hide her crimson horns and spade tipped tail. To any ordinary villager, Charlotte appeared to all as a normal young woman...albeit an obnoxious one.
Stealing out into the forest, the Demon King to be would proceed to drop kick a boar in the cheek, before landing with a graceful flip. Looking absolutely proud of herself, she looked around to check if anybody had seen...but sadly, nobody had. Well, the dryads had, but they didn't want to indulge her. Last time they did, she offered to make them her vassals, and have them judge the sports tournaments she would set up wherein she would of course ALWAYS take first place. She kept doing this. Every. Single. Time.
Dragging the poor boar's skinned corpse who had lost to the most arrogant woman in existence, said most arrogant woman proceeded to cast [Fireball] over it, humming as she maintained the ball's distance from the pig as it roasted the skin and flesh, rotating it lazily with her foot. Life was hard on a budget...especially if she'd be caught by one of the Lords that owned the woods around [Home Town]. But still, boar meat made it worth. Once it was crisped to perfection, she would tear a hunk off and bite into it. Despite the texture and juice of the meat, she still sighed. "...Demon realm cuisine really is the best...this is just...blegh..." she would complain, sinking her chin into her free elbow. "Hurry up Mister Heroooooo~! I wanna beat Daddy already!" she would shout to the heavens as if in demand, waving her hunk of meat around, before taking another bite. "Its so weird...the Day of Prophecy or whatever that old geezer called it was like, three days ago...where is this dumb Hero? Did he get sidetracked on the ONLY road leading out of his home village? Did he get ambushed? Should I have ambushed HIM?" she questioned, rolling around while eating her meat. She was bored. Booooooored.