I Don’t Want This Bad Ending Chapter 13
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The Crown Prince walks out in The Duke's manor with a face that says whatever.
He already said what he wants and delivered the letter to the receiver.
Now that everything is settled a scheming smile appeared in his handsome face.
"I wonder what Duke Keene will say when he read the letter." His smile has a glint of mischievousness and his green eyes seem to dim with the thoughts of the Dukes' face.
"Ha... This will be fun..."
His aide, who is behind his back trailing him shivered when he saw the Crown Prince face.
He knows that face all too well... he has seen it many times before since the Crown Prince is notorious for the cunning plans that made him a Crown Prince at a young age.
A young man was looking outside his window, leaning against the window frame where he can see the Crown Prince left.
"Young Master..."
The head butler, Jede, break the silence that has been going on after the esteemed guest leave without finishing his tea.
"I'll take care of this myself... I'll give it to Father when he comes back. For now, just go back to work."
"Yes, Young Master Allan." The butler with his excellent skills leaves the room quietly.
Before he closes the door, he glances at the young master. A tense atmosphere was building up after their meeting.
He wonders what is the contents of the letter for his Young Master to wear an extremely angry face.
But since he knows that it is not within his job to be asking questions, he killed his curiosity.
'It was better to not learn some things to stay in this household...'
***
Huff... huff...
"Do I really need to fight consecutively... can we take a break? I've been fighting the same kind of monster ever since we enter here."
Evelyns' tone is somewhat husky and obviously tired. Her clean face is now covered with dirt and scratches, her clothes are wrinkled and tattered. She was a mess.
'I've been fighting 3 spliks since I came here, and all they let me do is fight it with my combat skill. I somehow improve but the toll is taking up my body. I'll collapse if this goes on...'
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I slumped my shoulders to relax the tension that's been riled up because of fighting nonstop.
I look at my left shoulder when I saw the two adults yawning and rubbing their heads or eyes.
'They seem bored, while here I am, covered in sweat and I look like I didn't get enough food for three days because of how haggard I look.'
She was vigilant in her surroundings. She can't trust the petty adults who're keeping her watch... she knows better than they will just watch her from afar.
She was leaning against the tree when a shadow came into her view.
Because she was in the forest, Evelyn got her walls up to a notch. She notices it and she immediately steps out to avoid it.
She hasn't had a break when the monster appears. Sure enough, it was hungry to death and her target is the little girl in front of him.
This time, without hesitation, it intended to attack me. I avoided it by rolling my body.
The monster was gritting its teeth when it looks at me.
Grrr...
I look at the two teachers who should be giving me a heads up in this situation but the two seem to have no intention of doing so.
"I'm on my own I guess...!"
I take a look at my opponent. The long claws in its paws, the fangs covered with saliva and it's messy black fur that has a stench smell.
I push the thoughts of vomiting down through my stomach.
I observe my opponent and sure enough... It was a dead black wolf that becomes a monster by absorbing dark mana.
'I've read this in the book, it says that I need to cut the head clean to stop a death monster movement."
'But how would I do that with this small dagger?'
While having my complicated thoughts run through, a voice came ringing inside my head.
"Lady Evelyn...!"
Yelled by the man whose hair is still messy... the teacher was calling my name.
I didn't look at him because my attention was with the death black wolf who's ready to jump and eat me when it got the opportunity.
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"What is it...? I'm busy you know...!" I yelled at him to answer...
"This will be your opponent for your magical exam. You can use your magic now." Sir Ivo answered back.
"Any tips...? Sir Ivo?"
"..."
"Ah... tsk!"
'This petty nerd magician. I'll kick you out when I get out from here... just wait and see!'
'Now that I can use my power, this will be easy if I can aim his head I can-'
The thoughts soon died because the monster launches its attack.
Klack- it was the sound of the dead monster bones that keep on making a sound by every attack that it made.
I flinch... the image of broken bones flash in my head. 'That will happen to me if I don't pay attention to this fight.'
The black wolf jumps higher with its mouth open, I hurriedly avoid it by a thread.
'This fucking monster sure is fast..!'
I went and grip my dagger tight, I stab the wolf on its back but the thought that I did damage soon disappear through thin air.
My theory was proven that every physical wound wouldn't affect the monster in front of me.
Grrr... 'he's angry now.'
I glare at the monster to give an intimidating aura but I know deep inside that I will soon reach my limit.
We face each other, the atmosphere turns one eighty degrees. The tension was piling up.
I covered my dagger with thin condensed wind magic.
I know for a fact that people will not easily see this but not the nerd teacher.
He knows when different magic was used.
I grab the opportunity to give my opponent my peace of mind and started to forcefully find my way to its weakness.
I cut his body with my dagger that blessed with my mana and soon his body is full of wounds that were made from my attack.
Grrr... the dead wolf was pissed off and 'woo...'
"Wait... what are you doing? Don't tell me your calling for back up?! Oh, don't you dare...!!"
I didn't let the death wolf finish what it was doing.
'I can't let this fight prolonged any longer... I'll be at a disadvantage when that happens.'
"Fast step." I murmured to myself.
I went to its side a little bit faster for the naked eye with the help of my wind magic.
I swing my dagger and... thud- the head of the dead wolf was rolling in the ground.
I fall down with my exhaustion piled up to a degree.
The two teachers seem surprised to what happen and how did it happen. But both of them new, that I was keeping my potential to myself.
They look at each other and in my direction.
"Did you see what happened?"
"Yes... that was not a speed that a 13-year-old kid can do."
"She only didn't do that but there's also another else..."
The black hair knight looks at the thick wearing glasses magician.
"What do you mean...?"
"Hahaha... nothing. I really found a gem."
The black hair knight soon looked at the girl lying in the ground with eyes full of curiosity.
***
"Duke the area is cleared now. We killed all of them. The other small monsters went back to their inhabitants." It was Rolf, the red hair guy said, he was the second-in-command of the Light Legion.
"Good work. Let's head back now." The duke said with full of authority.
A month of nonstop fighting and fending off the monster is now finished and they are ready to go home.
"Men, gather up! We will head back now!" Rolf relays the message to the rest of the knights.
"Yes Sir...!" All the knights shouted.
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