Flower Inscription

Because the two had been almost face-to-face, Galan could even sense the sheer amount of blood emanating from the other, realizing just how many people he had consumed.

That's why it smells so strongly of blood.

We can't let him leave alive today...

He thought to himself, "Besides, what if we can't deal with this Demons today...?" Although he was probably worrying unnecessarily...

After all, there was a legendary Mage present today. Sensing the information transmitted back by the other two ghost hands, the Demons looked up at the sky in surprise.

In his perception, the Mana emanating from Lia should have been stronger than that from Frieren, but right now...

Frieren easily dealt with the ghostly hand in front of her.

It can also occasionally distract Lia and help relieve some of her stress.

She dealt with it so easily.

It was so effortless that even the Demons couldn't believe it; the Mana she exuded was only at the level of a Mage.

"Impossible, why is your Mana..."

Before he could finish speaking, Galan's longsword was already at him, forcing him back into a prolonged fight.

Even though he managed to dodge Galan's attack, he couldn't cast any more spells while dodging.

Uncle Zack nocked an arrow onto his hunting bow again. This time, he didn't attack rashly but carefully observed the battle between the two. Just as the Demons lifted his leg and retreated from the ground, the bowstring let out a mournful cry, and the arrow, already fully charged, shot out and pierced straight into the Demons's left shoulder.

"Do you really not want to live anymore?"

This time, the Demons was thoroughly enraged.

The veins on his forehead bulged and throbbed at his temples, like several twisted earthworms.

Because the allied forces have been searching for traces of the Demons, their living space has been greatly restricted. It was only by chance that they returned to this land they had once set foot on. Originally, they simply planned to hunt a few humans for food at night, as usual, but unexpectedly, they ended up fighting this group of people for what seems like forever...

He pulled the arrow from his shoulder and, instead of retreating, took a large step forward.

He transformed his fist into a palm and unleashed another powerful [Explosive Magic] to meet Galan's slashing attack, blasting him back several steps.

However, this time the damage was less than the last. On one hand, maintaining the three ghostly hands required a lot of Mana. On the other hand, this attack was only to keep Galan at a distance, giving him enough time to deal with Zack, who was standing at a distance. His ghostly figure quickly rushed in. The elderly man had no time to react. After all, he was just an ordinary person. He was powerless against Demons. But even so, seeing his opponent rushing towards him with murderous intent, Zack's face did not show a trace of fear or retreat. Instead, he drew his bow again, intending to release the arrow at close range when his opponent reached him. He was sure that at this distance, even if his opponent did not die, he would definitely be able to hurt him.

Purple lightning arrived in an instant, and a terrifying pressure descended from the sky, instantly destroying the land in front of the Demons's attack route and forcing him to dodge to the side.

Frieren descended from the sky and stood in front of Zack. Her white robes fluttered in the wind, and her cold face was as bright as moonlight.

She raised her Staff, staring directly at the Demons, while in mid-air, Lia alone restrained the two demonic hands, preventing them from pursuing Frieren.

She calmly swung her Ebony Staff, and the powerful whirlwind trapped the two ghostly hands like a cage, completely restricting their movements.

Now, Lia's control over the Wind Element has reached a new level, making it even more effortless to wield. After figuring out her opponent's attack patterns, she quickly seized the opportunity and firmly restrained her opponent.

"Elf, you'd better mind your own business, or I might let you off the hook."

The Demons was annoyed that he couldn't even deal with the ant in front of him, and that the troublesome person kept appearing again and again. His eyes were cold, as if he wanted to devour Zack behind Frieren alive.

"You don't seem to understand the current situation."

Frieren spoke calmly, her voice devoid of any emotion, "Do you still think you can defeat us?"

Actually, she originally intended to leave the Demons to Lia and Galan to deal with.

She intended to use this as a whetstone to hone their skills, but the fact that the other party was about to attack the ordinary humans nearby forced her to leave the scene prematurely and end this pointless battle. After all, if something happened to the client, she wouldn't be able to get her Grimoire. Looking at the unyielding Frieren, the Demons in front of her, her brows furrowed deeply, as if she felt that she really couldn't handle the situation tonight. The thought of leaving began to sprout in her mind.

There are plenty of human settlements elsewhere; there's no need to get entangled with them any longer—the risk is too great.

As the thought crossed his mind, he withdrew all his ghostly hands and began to retreat rapidly, running towards the distant forest. He was very fast, and after running only a few steps, he used [Flight Magic] to hover in mid-air, intending to completely leave the attack range of the group.

But Frieren clearly wouldn't let him leave so easily. Seeing this, Lia, following Frieren's previous instructions, decisively activated the strong wind, creating a huge Barrier in front of him to block the Demons.

You've lost your chance.

Frieren spoke coldly.

Her attitude towards Demons has always been one of ruthless extermination, showing no mercy whatsoever. If even they can receive pity, then who will pity the innocent people who die at the hands of Demons?

"You think you can stop me?"

Having reclaimed the Mana contained in the demon's hand, he could say with certainty that his current Mana was enough to completely overwhelm Frieren's overwhelming aura. He swiftly swung his hand, and the [Mortal-Killing Magic] arrived in an instant. Frieren's reaction was also very quick, and the [Ordinary Offensive Magic] shot out from the tip of her staff.

Two enormous energies collided, creating a massive energy fluctuation.

Since both used simple spells, this battle of magic was essentially a contest of Mana; whoever had more Mana would be able to overpower the other in this stalemate.

He believed he was certain of victory.

From the beginning to now, I should be stronger than the other person; that's clearly the case...

But the outcome was already decided the moment the two Mana collided.

Frieren's attack unleashed Mana that even surpassed his peak [Ordinary Offensive Magic], overwhelming his magic with overwhelming force until it pierced through his body.

Why?

Why, even though my Mana is far stronger than hers, am I unable to suppress her?

The Demons lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes still filled with confusion. His Mana was draining uncontrollably; he was beyond saving. His misjudgment Mage both the warrior and the Elf to conceal their true strength. His pupils widened in resentment, just like the countless humans who had died at his hands before. "No—don't kill me—"

Until Zack walked to his crumbling body, drew his bow to its fullest extent, and aimed the arrow at his forehead. This time, the arrow finally pierced the Demons's head, along with decades of hatred, turning into Mana Particles that dissipated into the sky.

A night breeze swept across the farm, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers.

Lia sniffed the air carefully, feeling a strange familiarity with the scent, as if she'd smelled it recently, but couldn't quite place it. Galan walked over from a short distance away, patted her head, and brushed away the dust that had settled there during the battle. "Good job!"

He smiled, quite satisfied with Lia's performance; he felt a sense of pride in her.

"Hehe, it's all because Frieren was guiding me."

Lia stuck out her tongue and put her Staff away.

Frieren overheard their conversation and stepped forward, about to say something, when she was drawn to the murmuring behind her.

She turned around curiously.

Zack was still standing there, stunned, beside the land where the Demons's body had disappeared, staring blankly at the farm.

The cold, menacing aura that had previously clung to his face vanished like an oil lamp that had burned out. His skin visibly sagged, and his arm, which had been gripping the hunting bow, hung limply as if all his strength had been used up. The clearly defined muscle lines had also faded away. It seemed that years of hatred had finally come to an end, and his mind and body had regained peace. The burning wildfire had been extinguished.

The only things that haven't faded are the lingering memories in my heart and the faint sadness in my eyes.

He stretched out his hand into the air, opening his palm towards the greenhouse. The wind that had just blown past his nose carried the delicate fragrance of the flowers. Countless fragments of memories flooded his mind, like a warm current gently caressing his soul. "This time I smell it... it's the scent of Butterfly Orchid."

I promised you... I will always remember that...