The exact location of the yodelers is a matter of discourse, but there are a few mortals who claim to have passed through invisible portals and entered a strange magical world beyond the realm of matter.

They all describe a place where magic runs wild, where reckless and arrogant people are led astray by countless spectacles and end up lost in dreams, never to return

In Bandel City, any race other than yodelers will feel their full senses strengthened. The city is full of colour, and the smell of food and water is intoxicating for years, and once you taste it, you will never forget it.

Here, the sun dissolves, the spring water is endless, and every plant bears a lot of fruit. Perhaps some of these accounts are true, or all of them are false, because no two narrators can agree on what they have seen.

Only one thing is certain, and that is that Bandel City and its inhabitants have some kind of transcendent nature, which may explain why all the mortals who come back from there seem to have aged many years overnight, and many more have never returned.

Poppy didn't want to provoke the thorn wolf, but now the wolf was about to pounce on her. It was still stained with dark red blood from the corners of its mouth, and it hadn't been long since it had last hunted, but the yodeler didn't want to be the prey of its mouth.

She will soon catch up with the famous Demon Slayer, and she must survive to find this Demon Slayer and judge his qualifications.

"Stand back, you don't have a chance of winning." Poppy spoke to the giant wolf as she menacingly raised the hammer aloft.

But the thorn wolf didn't flinch in the slightest. Driven by some strange desperation, it walked straight for her, and Poppy couldn't discern it exactly.

Then she saw a warning foam at the corner of its mouth. The beast didn't act out of hunger or territoriality.

It is in pain and wants to be liberated. The giant wolf lunged at her, seemingly determined to either kill or be killed in the next second.

Poppy swung the hammer, wielding its weight with all her might. Her blow shattered the beast's skull in an instant, ending its torment.

The slaughter didn't make Poppy happy, but she thought it would be the best outcome, for both the wolf and herself.

The yodeler looked around the greenery, but didn't sense the scent of the demon slayer. She had been wandering the countryside for a long time, following the rumors of the Demon Slayer, hoping that this mysterious hunter would be the legendary hero of legend, the man she had sought for so many years.

But so far, all she's found are wolves, wyverns, and bandits, and most of the time, she's had to kill these malevolent enemies in self-defense.

She has been traveling for weeks between small villages on the border of Demacia. She strode as fast as she could, but the Demon Slayer always seemed to be one step ahead of her, leaving her with nothing but legends and exploits.

Yodelers were rarely able to perceive the passage of time, but even Poppy began to feel that the quest was a bit long.

One day, she began to doubt herself and her mission, but then she saw a notice nailed to the roadside notice board:

"Welcome to the Demon Slayer Celebration"

This is a celebration to pay tribute to the demon slayer, and it is the demon slayer that Poppy is looking for. If there's any chance of finding out the whereabouts of this hero, it's going to be there.

He might even be there himself, and if that did, she would be able to measure the hero for herself and judge whether he was worthy of the hammer handed down by Oron.

The expectation of achieving her mission made her walk suddenly brisk, and she moved towards the celebration with high spirits.

Poppy arrives at the destination village and begins to feel apprehensive, with banners and streamers announcing the day's festivities. Ideally, she should arrive early, stand behind the crowd at the opening of the celebration, and keep a low profile.

But now, the main venue is already packed with spectators, rubbing shoulders and leaking. Bobby walked between the legs of the villagers, most of whom reveled in the warm atmosphere and were completely unaware of her.

"If he really wants to come here, I'll have to ask him for a drink or two," she said. "He killed the monster and saved my sheep."

Bobby's heart is surging, and he gets excited every time he hears the story of the Demon Slayer.

If he really is a hero of the world, she thought to herself.

Deep down, though, Bobby asked a different question. When she delivers the Holy Hammer, will she find a new purpose?

A yodeler without a goal is very pitiful. She stopped thinking and got back to the task at hand.

The little warrior finally squeezed to the back of the main field, and she found a lamppost that was easy to climb and not yet in sight. So she climbed up, just high enough to see the whole crowd.

Poppy arrived just in time for a speaker and a group of Demacia officials at the other end of the main venue, standing on the podium, behind him a ceremonial curtain covered with a behemoth.

Although Poppy had the spiritual acumen of a yodel, she still had a hard time hearing what the man was saying. He's telling the story of the Demon Slayer, how he saved countless farms and villages, and dealt with Wyverns, sick wolves, and robbers.

He said that although the noble warrior chose to remain incognito, they should still be honored for his deeds. Someone had seen the Demon Slayer near the town of Irwindale a few weeks earlier, and this was the first time anyone had seen his appearance in person. After speaking, the speaker lifted the curtain and revealed a stone statue.

Poppy saw the demon slayer's appearance for the first time and was dizzy with excitement. He was a typical Demacian warrior, two meters tall, dressed in heavy plate armor and with prominent muscles. At his feet lay the corpse of a wolf, apparently killed by him.

The image began to take root in Bobby's mind when she suddenly heard the voice of a child a few meters away.

"Dad, look. It's the Demon Slayer and the statue," a little girl shouted happily.

Poppy looked in the direction she was pointing. Then she turned back sharply, thinking that the Demon Slayer was standing behind her. She didn't see anyone, though.

"No, child," said the little girl's father. "That's not a demon slayer. It's less than half of my height. ”

The little girl and her father quickly lost interest and went to the other side of the village to participate in other activities.

The crowd in front of the statue gradually dispersed, and Poppy walked over to take a closer look. Now she can take a good look at the demon slayer.

His hair is long and has two knots tied around the sides. His battle-hardened hands were uneven, and he held a giant warhammer in his hand, which looked a lot like the holy hammer Oron had given her. Poppy doesn't know who else in the kingdom is more peerless than this hero.

"It must be him," Poppy said. "Hopefully, it's not too late."

She turned away from the celebration, taking small, sharp steps in the direction of the town of Irwindal.