The Victim's Family Was Emotionally Stable 1/2

Click, click!

The sound of branches snapping was incessant. The figure hidden in the tree trunk focused its gaze, stomped its feet, and nimbly leaped backward, the sound of a bowstring being pulled rang out again.

Samael flapped his wings to deflect the arrows in front of him, his divine sense spreading out. Just as he was about to trace the source of the sound and lock onto the attacker's location again, the chilling silver light flashing behind the arrow's tail caused his pupils to contract sharply.

Besides!

The ancient serpent immediately released Circe and threw it down. With its two dragon claws swung to the left, it barely caught two sharp arrows that were just inches away from piercing its chest.

The three arrows are connected by a single line, and only a single tremor of the bowstring can be heard, while their visual appearance is concealed from each other.

The former fell, the latter struck, each arrow more powerful than the last; the second and third arrows were even blessed with Magecraft!

The arrows do not possess excessive divine power; they are merely techniques honed through experience and wrist strength.

What amazing archery skills!

The ancient serpent, after a moment of wonder and slight confusion, darted through the gaps in the forest, suddenly accelerating and swooping down to close the distance to the archer. At the same time, it reached out with its claws to grab the attacker.

However, when Samael's gaze fell upon the familiar appearance of the archer with green hair and green eyes, as well as his iconic cat ears and beast tail, he was momentarily stunned, his body momentarily stiffening.

"Whoosh!"

At the same time, the quick-thinking Huntress decisively leaped and rolled, crouching behind the tree trunk, and without hesitation drew her bow and shot an arrow.

The ancient serpent felt a chill and, driven by its bestial instincts, dodged to the side. But a tearing pain shot through its wing membrane, and it realized it had been shot.

It was her? What a surprise to run into her like this!

But even so, it didn't hurt him much.

Samael muttered to himself. When he came to his senses, he was about to pull out the arrow hanging on the wing membrane when he saw the flashing runes on the arrow shaft. The smile that had been spreading across his face suddenly froze, and he was speechless.

"Boom!"

The surging ether exploded instantly, forming a dazzling fireball. The two-legged pterosaur crashed headfirst into the dense forest, the sound of branches snapping and breaking echoing all around.

Although it was tricky, it was finally resolved.

At this moment, the archer in the dense forest, gazing at the scattered drops of blood, seemed to feel a glimmer of golden light, and her delicate eyebrows slightly raised.

Divine Kin?

Could this be another being blessed by some great deity?

Well, letting such dangerous monsters run rampant is a dereliction of duty. Since they are unwilling to take responsibility, then we hunters will take care of the trouble.

The huntress composed herself, immediately slung her longbow over her back, and then, using the uneven branches of the trees, leaped and landed like an elf in the forest, running forward.

When she saw that the girl with the pointed ears had already stood up and was looking around blankly, she breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down to go forward and comfort her.

"I've dealt with the monster that abducted you. How are you?"

Circe startled, then, understanding the implication in the words, she peered in horror into the depths of the forest, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Look how scared this child is! That monster is truly wicked!

The Huntress looked at the 147cm tall girl in front of her, who was clutching her staff and had a fierce face. A trace of pity rose in her eyes, while her Wyvern that had fallen at her hands deepened.

"I'm doomed! I'm doomed! Teacher Samael, I... I didn't mean to!"

Pah! This has nothing to do with me!

Circe, who looked like he was about to cry but had no tears left, suddenly came to his senses, hurriedly picked up his tin staff, spread his eagle wings, and flew rapidly towards the point of impact.

The huntress's fingers froze in mid-air as she stared at the small, ethereal figure. As if realizing something, her expression changed abruptly, and she sprinted after him.

She just said... teacher? Could she have made a mistake?

Among the Mercedes, although Circe started first, the green-haired, cat-eared hunter moved swiftly through the forest with near-feline agility, and as a result, he arrived at the "crime scene" before the Mad Feast Witch who flew with wings.

At the core of the radiating crack, a black-haired man, half-naked with an arrow in his shoulder, lay unconscious in the deep pit, his face contorted in pain.

"Quick! Save them!"

The huntress gasped for breath and immediately ran toward the innocent victim who had been shot, beckoning Circe to come and help him up.

Under the powerful aura of the huntress, the Feast Witch subconsciously obeyed the order, jogging over to Samael, helping her companion up while preparing to cast a spell to heal her wounds.

However, the so-called healing spell was all bark and no bite. The ball of light, barely larger than a firefly, landed on the wound and had no effect whatsoever.

Circe shook her head stiffly, her little face scrunched up.

"It'll be alright, let me handle this!"

The huntress patted Circe the shoulder, offered a few words of comfort, and then took out some hemostatic herbs from her bag and carefully poured them onto the gruesome wound.

However, as she approached the bandaging, the Huntress's hands froze in mid-air, her expression hesitant and somewhat resistant.

To be honest, she loathed men and didn't even want to try to have any contact with them.

Just as the huntress was about to call for help, her gaze turned back and she saw the little girl behind her clutching her staff, looking helpless. She had no choice but to tense up, grit her teeth, and pull out a roll of clean linen to carefully treat the wound.

However, what she didn't notice was that the little girl holding the cane kept glancing at the unconscious injured person with a strange expression.

Just now, the flow of divine power within her body was silently cut off.

In addition, that feeling like being stung on the arm by a scorpion is definitely real!

The snake was still awake, and very lively.

I knew it! How could such a terrifying guy be taken down by a few arrows? It turns out that his miserable state was all an act.

For some reason, Samael refused her treatment and even pinched her as a warning.

In the corner, Circe, now relieved, watched the huntress enduring some discomfort as she busied herself cleaning and bandaging the ancient serpent's wounds. Her colorful eyes flickered as she muttered to herself.

I've heard that gods are petty and narrow-minded. Is his real purpose to make this woman who hurt him take responsibility for it?

But is it really worth paying such a high price for such a small punishment?

Forget it, the will of God is unfathomable. For the sake of my own life, I'd better not meddle in this kind of thing.

Having made up his mind Circe obediently squatted to the side, like a well-behaved child who knew nothing.

After working for a quarter of an hour, the Huntress wiped the sweat from her forehead and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the victim's family members standing nearby, well, their emotions remained stable.

At this moment, the huntress came to her senses, looked up at the surrounding environment with no villages in front and no cities behind, and the unconscious wounded beside her, her expression awkward and guilty.

"He is injured and should not be moved. Let's rest in the nearby wilderness for the night and wait for his wounds to heal first."

As the profound tremor resonated in his mind, Circe forced a slightly stiff expression and nodded.

The fact that the victim's family was in a stable mood relieved the female hunter. She stood up, looked around, and began to ponder.

"He is Divine Kin. The smell of blood from earlier might attract the attention of magical beasts. Let's find a safe downwind spot to set up camp."

Circe naturally obeyed her every word, especially since the Huntress's every word and action was so skillful, clearly indicating that she had a wealth of experience in jungle survival.

However, the task of carrying the wounded naturally fell to the perpetrators.

What started as a well-intentioned attempt to save someone ended up resulting in the teacher being shot down, and the perpetrator taking responsibility.

It was truly an unlucky year. Although she was guided by the oracle to participate in the training, she had a feeling that this Calydonian Hunt would not go too smoothly.

The Huntress sighed, reluctantly letting go of her psychological burden of resisting contact with men, and carried the wounded man and the mixed-race girl on her back, searching for a suitable campsite.

Midway through, the forest spirit, who had been strolling leisurely, could no longer suppress the guilt in her heart and whispered something.

"I'm sorry, what happened today was a misunderstanding. I will take responsibility for healing your teacher's injuries and will leave after you are all safe."

"Um..."

"Oh, by the way, my name is Atalanta, a follower of Artemis, Goddess of Hunting..."

Circe vaguely saw the figure lying on the huntress's back and seemed to move his eyelids.