Luckily, in the end, the troublesome little girl didn't actually bury the unfortunate Warrior Jar and pile dirt over him to make a grave.
Because of Annie's threats and bribes—mostly threats—the supposedly unyielding Warrior Jar, Alexander, had no choice but to give in. Afraid someone might really bury him, he hurriedly told her his story in a mournful voice.
As it turned out...
Unlike the other little jars, Alexander had the corpses of warriors from the royal capital inside him. That made him much stronger than the others from the very beginning, and the Jarfolk had even dubbed him "Iron Fist Alexander."
At first, Alexander had led a very leisurely life in Jarburg. Every day, he basked in the sun, picked flowers, searched for corpses, and helped the others maintain their jars. Everyone got along with their neighbors, and life couldn't have been more pleasant.
Then, after enjoying a long stretch of leisure, Alexander resolutely decided to leave his village and go adventuring!
Because Warrior Jar Alexander had a dream—a dream of becoming a hero!
"Home is a distant place, meant to be missed..."
"To become a hero, you have to let go of homesickness..."
"I'm going to become the strongest Warrior Jar!"
"Wahahahaha..."
That was what Alexander had said to his companions in Jarburg when he bid them farewell all those years ago.
Then, speaking boldly and striding with determination, Warrior Jar Alexander left Jarburg. With the admiring gazes of the other little jars following him, he departed from the cliffs of Liurnia.
Not long afterward, Alexander happened to hear that a grand battle festival was being held in Caelid, a region blanketed by Scarlet Rot, at Redmane Castle, once a prosperous and fertile place. The festival was gathering heroes from across the land to face the mightiest demigod,