I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Chapter 70 (1)

Chapter 70 (1)

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Charlotte disappeared into the darkness beyond.

She did not reveal her claws or draw her weapon.

She simply rushed out in a low stance, sliding soundlessly like gliding across the ground.

Alone, Ian rubbed the bridge of his nose.

He heightened his senses to track her movements, but could not discern where she had gone.

She certainly seems more suited as an assassin than a warrior. Not sure why she dislikes that.

Thinking this, Ian bit into a roasted meat strip.

He had grown accustomed to Charlottes strange behavior these past few days, even if he still could not comprehend it.

She did not appear hostile towards him, but rather seemed to be trying her best to appeal to him, so he decided to leave her be.

At least it was better than her being coy.

But still, hunting alone at this hour

He suddenly recalled an old friends story about his cat constantly catching bugs and leaving them by his pillow.

Though Charlotte was likely not hunting for bugs, he couldnt help but chuckle at the thought.

Shhwing!

Thats when a shrill noise rang out from afar.

Ian, who had been casually leaning against his luggage, sat upright.

He looked in the direction of the sound but saw nothing.

It was occurring beyond his field of view.

Kwajik-! Shhwing- Kwarrrr-

Ominous sounds continued, moving swiftly sideways.

Ians gaze followed the moving sounds.

In the distance, the shadowy, withered branches seemed to stir, and the startled beasts of the north took flight from the late-night commotion.

Ians gaze eventually landed on the wagon beside the campfire.

I hope she can handle it alone.

She shouldnt be overexerting herself, after all.

Just as Ian reached for his sword, sheath beside him, the noises abruptly ceased, as if they were a lie.

The sudden, unnaturally heavy silence.

Soon, the dragging sound of uneven footsteps, as if pulling something, approached from behind the wagon.

The scent of blood wafted through the air.

Ian frowned as Charlottes figure slowly emerged.

Took a bit longer than expected.

Despite her nonchalant words, a long gash stretched from below her ear to her chin, still oozing blood that matted her fur.

Her arm guard on one side was gone, revealing minor scratches underneath.

The gemstones on her armor faintly flickered, suggesting she had depleted most of her magic.

But Ian did not comment on her condition first.

Oh ho?

What caught his eye was the limp body whose hair Charlotte gripped in her fist.

The blood-stained silver hair and exposed slender frame were hauntingly familiar.

The wench who was tailing you. She was acting strangely, so when she tried to flee, I chased her down and killed her.

Charlotte tossed the body in front of him.

A dagger was embedded in the back of the skull, with only the hilt visible.

Amidst the disheveled silver hair, Ian could see the daggers blade protruding from her forehead.

Tessia

Ian narrowed his eyes as he uttered the name.

Wiping the blood from her face, Charlotte plopped down beside him.

You knew her?

Yes. As you can see, shes a demon.

A demon?! She was a demon?

Charlottes orange eyes widened.

Ian nodded.

A vampire fairy, to be precise. I saved her from being captured in Agellan before, though she tried to tear my throat out.

So she followed you all the way from the western frontier to here?

Seems that way. She did say wed meet again.

Ian recalled the rumor Miguel had mentioned in Agell Huhan about a monster drinking the blood of hunting dogs.

He had dismissed it then, but

I didnt expect her to stubbornly follow me this far north.

Charlotte let out a satisfied growl.

Then I eliminated a threat you failed to notice for so long. And a demon, no less.

Yeah. Now you know how dangerous your actions were.

It was nothing. Wounds like these will heal within a night.

Boasting as if she didnt want to be seen as anything less than a warrior.

Ian let out a snort as he took out cloth and bandages from his bag.

As he began wrapping her face, Charlotte froze, eyes wide.

Dont go off alone next time. Ill be at a loss if you die.

At his added words, Charlotte hurriedly averted her gaze.

T-That wont happen. That strange wench was no match for me, I didnt have trouble killing her.

Thats because you didnt actually kill her.

What?

Charlotte whipped her head back towards him, an incredulous look on her face.

Ian tightened the bandages while glancing down at Tesaias sprawled body.

The dagger blade that had been protruding from her forehead was nowhere to be seen, as if pushed back in.

Vampires dont die this easily. Even if you sever their heads or bisect their bodies, they live on.

Finishing the bandages on Charlottes arm, Ian continued as he wrapped the cloth around it.

Those demon kinds have incredibly resilient life forces. If youd brought her with that dagger still in, she would have ambushed you while being dragged along.

So thats

Charlottes eyes trembled.

It was her first time dealing with a demon after all, so the oversight was understandable. But she clearly did not see it that way.

Furthermore, for Ian, this was a better outcome.

But it worked out for me. Subdue her body. Ill teach you how to kill demons.

It was a chance to finish off Tesaia himself and potentially earn significant experience, maybe even complete an unprecedented quest.

Though, he did plan to exchange a few words with her first.

After the determination she showed following them this far, the least he could do was banter a little to settle the score before ending it.

Understood.

Though dejected, Charlotte nodded.

Ian kicked Tessias body to fully flip her over.

With her bandaged arms, Charlotte straddled Tessias back, pinning her down while twisting and gripping her arms behind her.

Their difference in size was considerable, making it look like the adult was bullying the child.

This wenchs nails are getting long. But it wont do any good if she tries anything.

She may use her own blood as a weapon. Dont let your guard down.

Got it. Dont worry. Shell barely be able to squirm.

Translator; ippo

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