Chapter 80 - Meanwhile III (1/2)

Chapter 80: Meanwhile III

CYNTHIA GOODSKY’S POV:

When I reached the clearing the woods, I heard the faint mumbling of chants with my enhanced hearing.

[Wind Cutter]Dozens of nearly-transparent blades of compressed air whizzed towards me at a frightening speed.

Of course it was only natural that all of these spies would be wind mages.

I stood still, waiting for the wind blades to reach me before releasing a sound barrier.

Unscathed, I continued walking while I finished my second spell.

[Pulse Field]*FWOOM*

The unlucky birds and rodent in the vicinity fell victim and dropped dead from the trees that they were hiding in; along with them, a few unprepared spies also took the brunt and fell from their own hiding places, clutching their ears in agony. I had the location to all of them.

Before I had the chance to send out another spell, I was forced to dodge a needle that managed to avoid my senses until the last second. Taking a quick look down, I could tell the projectile was coated with poison.

“Avier, take the ones to my right,” I stated monotonically.

‘Aye,’ my bond confirms back through mental transmission.

Avier descended from the moonlit sky, and before long I could hear the brief groans and howling of the spies that became prey.A pity that their screams would never be heard.

On my side, I had to control myself to keep at least a few of them alive and able so I can get some information out of them.

In the end, only one managed to survive long enough to be questioned…

“GAAAAAAAAHHH!” One of the spies that was currently underneath me wailed.

It was fairly simple to torture him after destroying his mana core. Without magic protecting him, his body were simply too frail. I proceeded to crush his bones from the inside after giving him the chance to answer my questions. He remained unrelenting.

“Heh! You think I’ll tell anything to a TRAITOR? You made a big mistake. They’re slowly regaining their… former strength. Just from the questions you asked, you a.s.sumed this continent had decades left, huh? Pfft! the people of this continent… will have less than ten years before the war begins.” He smirked, spitting the blood congealing inside his mouth at my face.

My cheeks couldn’t help but cramp at the confirmation of my fears. Pushing down my frustration, I place my hand on the injured spy’s head.

His voice choking on the blood acc.u.mulating in his mouth, he croaked, “Long live the—”

*Vrrm*

Liquid brain matter began leaking out from his ears and blood started dripping down from his other orifices as the sound pulse I inflicted on the inside of his skull mashed his brain.

Dropping the lifeless body on the ground, I let out a sigh. Turning back, I make haste to my next destination, careful to avoid the corpses scattered on the ground.

“Do you mind cleaning up the mess, Avier?” I said apologetically.

“Human meat is too stringy for my taste, but I suppose it will have to do for now.” As my bond said this, his owl-like body began to glow before transforming into his wyvern form.

With only the moonlight illuminating the woods, the sounds of bones being crunched echoed loudly. Avier feasting on yet another batch of spies that came from my homeland.

I let out a disappointed breath of air from the fruitless night as I wiped the blood off of my face while changing my outer attire. My years on this continent had made me too soft. The apathy that I had once built towards death and torture was gone, replacing it, a sour taste in my mouth from killing just a few brainwashed soldiers.

But even still… this was too easy…

Were they just a diversion?

Avier, who rarely let me ride on his back, carried me off to our next destination. I just hoped that my suspicions weren’t correct.ARTHUR LEYWIN’S POV:

The night before~

“Do you really have to leave again? You just got here.” My mother heaved a sigh as she looked at me from the other side of the dining table.

“Brother, you’re going away again? Are you going to almost die again?” my sister asked with a straight face, making her latter question sting all the more. I could tell she was pouting by how her left cheek slightly puffed out more than usual despite her trying to keep a poker face.

“Eleanor! Don’t say such things to your brother,” my mother chastised as she pinched my sister’s cheek.

“Arthur, I consider you grown up now. I know that your decisions were made in consideration of your family. Father supports your decision to go… since it’s for the sake of your love,” my father affirmed as he gave me a thumbs up, the edges of his lips curling upward.

“Oh G.o.d, Dad, please stop,” I groaned at the misunderstanding of being taken as some kind of hormone-induced p.u.b.escent that had just been caught having a girlfriend.

“Hehe!” A giggle escaped from my mother’s lips. Despite her efforts to try and quickly cover her mouth and resume a serious face, it was already too late.