When people arrived at the scene with torches, all that remained were scorch marks covering the ground and a massive wolf with its head split in two.
"Isn't this the legendary wolf king?"
"...This is truly extraordinary."
"I reckon it's quite good."
The villagers were dumbfounded, unable to believe that all this was done by two young girls.
"The wolf king's hide and bones are valuable. Please take them back."
In the flickering firelight, a dark red figure spoke, startling the villagers who had co to investigate.
"...Miss Yvonne?"
Because she was covered in blood, he almost didn't recognize the lord's daughter.
Skinning the wolf hide should fetch so money from passing rchants, and the wolf bones could be hung around the sheep pen to deter other wolves from approaching easily.
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It must be said, this wolf was truly enormous.
After draining the blood and skinning it, ten or so villagers were called to dismantle the at and bones to avoid waste.
However, rock wolf at is tough and has a strong flavor, unsuitable for stewing. It can only be hung for smoking or strung up for barbecue.
Well...
In any case, having at to eat is always a good thing.
But upon returning ho, she was t with a torrent of scolding.
"—It was too dangerous!!"
Not just her father, but even the usually gentle Lena rarely showed anger as she reproached her,
It was fortunate that she and Elsa encountered the wolf pack. If it had been other villagers, there might have been more serious casualties.
And this ti she had resolved the situation with only minor injuries, which she thought was quite a good deal, but her parents didn't see it that way.
"You need to reflect on this!"
"What if sothing serious had happened?!"
"I'm sorry..."
At tis like these, one can only bow one's head and sincerely apologize.
"When you said you wanted to learn swordsmanship, Mom was already worried... Now look what's happened!"
Lena covered her face and wept, tears streaming down her face as she spoke of the past, full of regret.
"Isn't that an exaggeration! I was just bitten once, my hand is fine, it's not broken..."
"It nearly was, wasn't it?!"
"...Ugh."
She was left speechless.
But her mother had a point. If the bite had been a bit deeper or if she hadn't been able to fend it off, her arm would likely have been ruined.
Parents are always the most concerned about their children's safety, and any dangerous actions by their children will make them extrely anxious.
"Ellie~~~ Say sothing too!"
Lena was still angry and wanted to draw Elsa into the camp of criticizing her daughter.
"Shorten... quick casting..."
"If the magic activation speed could be a bit faster..."
"No good, next ti I must achieve instant chanting..."
Although Elsa wasn't injured, she had fallen into deep contemplation upon returning, muttering to herself regretfully in the corner.
"Young Miss, how's your injury?"
Seeing that she was being scolded rather pitifully, Linda tily helped change the subject by inquiring about her injury.
Understanding her intent, Yvonne gave her a grateful look,
"...That child has already treated it for , and I've applied ergency dicine. I think it should be fine."
After the battle, Elsa had frantically bandaged her wound with cloth, managing to stop the bleeding for now, and she had drunk the recovery potion she carried for basic first aid,
Although the wound hadn't fully healed, fortunately, it hadn't damaged the bone or nerves, just a simple flesh wound, so there was no major concern.
Hearing this, the maid Linda sighed and shook her head helplessly.
"Young Miss, you're a girl. If the wound is treated so roughly, what if it leaves a scar later? I think I should apply so proper dicine for you."
"Thank you, that would be helpful!"
However, when she brought the prepared dicine to apply, as she approached, Linda couldn't help but wrinkle her brow.
"...What's wrong?"
From a distance earlier, she hadn't noticed, but up close, with the keen sense of sll unique to elves, she could detect a strong odor of blood emanating from Yvonne.
"Forgive my... directness..., Young Miss, but the sll on you is like a mixture of vegetables rotted for three days and rusty iron water... It's truly unbearable."
"Isn't that description a bit too extre?!"
Linda was a well-trained professional maid who wouldn't easily show disgust unless she truly couldn't bear it.
Co to think of it... does the sll on her body even exceed what this professional maid can tolerate???
She anxiously pulled up her clothes and sniffed.
...There does seem to be a blood sll, but is it really that bad?
In any case, she's a sixteen-year-old girl in the bloom of youth. Being told she slls bad like this is a bigger blow than imagined.
"After treating the wound, I think you should take a bath imdiately. ...Also, these clothes will probably be very difficult to clean. Although it's a bit of a sha, I think it's best to throw them away directly."
To fulfill her duty as a maid, Linda still thodically cleaned her wound and reapplied dicine and clean bandages.
But her subtle action of holding her breath after speaking each sentence still greatly discouraged Yvonne.
"...Is it really that bad?!"
"Yes, it slls similar to rotting flesh."
Rotting flesh... am I a zombie or sothing?!
Being at the center of this sll for too long, she had beco accustod to it and couldn't detect it at all,
"Evie, don't worry... You should know that in this world, only your mother will never find you disagreeable!"
Although she spoke with conviction, seeing Lena cover her nose with a handkerchief and keep a large distance, Yvonne felt her voice trembling as she spoke:
"Although I'm happy you can say that, could you co a bit closer when you say it?!"
Undoubtedly her birth mother.
She had only returned ho after arranging the distribution of the wolf at, bones, and hide, during which she had made rounds to many places in the village. Recalling the awkward expressions of the villagers when they approached her, she finally understood sothing.
If she had known the sll on her body was so strong, she should have rushed back imdiately!
To think she had wandered around outside in this dirty state for so long before coming back!!
She felt that in a few days, she might gain a new nickna of 'Stinking Noble Lady' instead of 'Villain Noble Lady'.
Just as she was feeling utterly dejected, a pair of hands embraced her without hesitation.
"Elsa~~~~!"
Yvonne almost hugged her back and cried with emotion.
In this situation, only she would voluntarily approach.
When everyone else found her disagreeable, she didn't.
"Evie... it must be inconvenient with your hand injured, right? Let
help you bathe tonight."
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