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Chapter 153 The Witcher Eve, Part 1
"I can't take it anymore, I need to rest." Elena's legs were already protesting. These two people in front of her weren't human at all; they'd walked for so long and didn't they need to rest for a while?
To be honest, I'm definitely not the kind of person who lacks exercise.
After all, although he usually travels by broom, he has been exploring the whole country on foot—compared to those who stay at home, he is already many times more capable.
“Actually, Miss Elena can ride a broom, can’t she?” Emnicia said, “flying at low altitude.”
You are simply a genius.
Lost in her misconception, Elena immediately summoned a broom and then rode it, flying close to the ground.
That's life.
Although it was a bit unfair for me to ride a broom while all my travel companions walked, I did it so as not to delay the trip.
Objectively speaking, a broom really can't carry three people, right?
“Magic is so convenient,” Emnessia exclaimed.
“Of course.” Elena usually accepted such compliments without question. Rather than hypocritically saying that magic isn’t omnipotent and that magicians have their own difficulties (like how brain-draining memorizing spells is?), she felt that expressing her own thoughts honestly was more appropriate.
“Speaking of which… Mr. Qin probably doesn’t have magical aptitude, just like me,” Emnessia said thoughtfully.
"I have no magical aptitude," Jean replied to Emnessia's question.
"Hmm... then why does Mr. Qin seem to know more than Miss Elena, um, I mean in terms of magic?" Emnicia asked.
“Ah, I think I asked a rude question.” Emnicia covered her mouth slightly. “I’m not saying Miss Elena doesn’t know much, no.”
You don't actually need to emphasize this point.
Your emphasis only makes me more annoyed... Fine, I won't argue with you.
"Read more books," Qin replied simply.
“I know that… but what’s the use of reading so many spellbooks if we don’t have any magical aptitude?” Emnicia asked. “After all, we can’t use magic.”
Neither Jean nor Elena told Emnessia about Jean's secret.
He actually knows magic, but his magic is different from that of ordinary people.
But even though they trusted Emnicia completely, they didn't intend to tell her this—after all, it wasn't something to be proud of, and normal people would stay as far away from demons as possible.
There's no need to deliberately make others feel uncomfortable, nor is there any need to make yourself feel uncomfortable.
"Do you read the newspaper?" Qin didn't answer directly, but instead asked a small question.
“Occasionally… although I don’t remember if I used to have the habit of reading the newspaper, I’ve been taking a look at it on my way home these past few days if I have time,” Amysia said.
"When you read the newspaper, isn't it true that most of the things that happen have nothing to do with you?" Qin said.
"Ah."
“But there will always be something useful in them,” Jean said. “I think the same applies to magic books. Although I don’t use them most of the time, they might come in handy sometime in the future. The main reason is—I’m too bored.”
The last sentence is the key point, directly resolving the issue of Emnessia.
When people have too much free time, they might do anything.
Although Emnicia had a vague feeling that things might not be so simple—if you could read more books, you could see ways to break curses that even witches didn't know, then how amazing must these books be?
This is not something that can be done by reading leisurely books in one's spare time, but Emnicia did not ask any further questions.
They were now traveling on official roads connecting different countries—these official roads were simply paths carved out by frequent travelers. Compared to the wild trails in the countryside, these official roads were marked on maps and had more distinct road features.
Of course, they weren't the only group walking along this official road. There were caravans traveling between countries, and travelers like them, constantly on the move.
There are also...
A person wearing a black hood, whose face was obscured, walked towards the three of them.
As just one of the many people coming and going, such a person might stand out, but they are definitely not someone worth paying attention to. After all, there are just too many people coming and going.
The other person brushed past the three of them, and when Qin's back was revealed to her, a dagger slowly appeared in her hand.
Her previously calm eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, and her hand moved before her mind could process it, swiftly thrusting the dagger in her hand towards her target—Qin's back.
It all happened so suddenly.
With a determination to kill, she moved swiftly and naturally, aiming for a fatal blow.
Just as the dagger was about to pierce Qin's back and heart, she noticed that the other person had turned around.
The dagger struck his scabbard and was blocked.
She reacted quickly, dodging the following slash with a backflip, then drew her sword. Moments after landing on one foot, she pushed off backward to propel herself forward.
With a clang, the purplish-red blade clashed with another ordinary knight's sword—at the same time, countless vines stretched out from the surrounding bushes, and the man in black felt a chill emanating from his entire body, as if he were about to be frozen at any moment.
"You—do you know he's a demon!" the man in black said, skillfully swinging his knife and clashing with Emnicia's. "Get out of the way—he must die!!"
Emnesia, her face contorted with hostility, did her best to parry every slash from her opponent.
But she quickly found herself at a disadvantage, as her opponent was clearly more powerful—mainly because his sword was much stronger than the knight's sword she was wielding.
Even though you can clearly sense that your opponent isn't using their full strength, it's you who's constantly being pushed back.
“If you don’t stop—you’ll die here.” These were the words of Elena, who rarely wore such a solemn expression.
What kind of situation is this? If Qin hadn't reacted quickly, that stab would have killed 99% of them instantly. Before that, the person who attacked them had concealed their murderous intent very well.
"Are you really determined to help the demon?" The other person seemed angry at Elena's words. "He is a demon, an enemy of mankind. He will kill us all."
Amysia didn't understand a thing.
What kind of demon?
What is that thing...
But she knew she couldn't back down—at least the attacker's last words were utterly absurd; she had just escaped the nightmare because of Qin—he was a bad person, and there were no good people in the world.
"What a madman!" Elena no longer held back, and countless vines began to meet the attacker. She didn't want to use offensive magic, as that would accidentally injure Emnicia.
"Are you all servants of demons? Traitors to humanity... Then let's wipe you out together." The attackers showed no sign of backing down, even in the face of an elite knight and a witch working together, and the "demon" lurking in the shadows.
The purple light on the knife in her hand intensified: "Those who aid and abet evil are more despicable than demons who have fallen into the abyss. Traitors to humanity."
Amnesia was overwhelmed. Even with Irena's interference, the attacker, unleashing his full power, combined with her indestructible blade, directly severed her knight's sword. Unarmed, she was about to be beheaded by this unknown attacker.
Just at this time.
"Justice that cannot distinguish right from wrong is more detestable than evil that knowingly breaks the law." Just as the purple demonic blade was about to strike Emnicia, its invincible momentum was blocked by a broken sword.
After the knife was deflected, the broken sword also crumbled into powder.
“Demon…” the attacker said through gritted teeth as she looked at Qin as she entered the arena. The fierce battle had just taken off her black hood, revealing her face.
Half of her face is scarred from burns; to put it another way, this ugly face could definitely stop a child from crying.
Judging by her appearance alone, she might be more like a demon.