Chapter 52: Templar Vs High Elf?
anwhile, at the sa ti, Luka enjoyed devouring Luvia’s excess Lust and binding their souls as one in the process. Another woman was letting her excess steam loose on the other side of the forest.
A certain tall, bronze-skinned barbaric woman swung her battle axe, wreaking havoc on the poor Goblin population.
"Hahaha! You are a damn arrogant, pale-skinned bastard. DIE!"
In the distance behind her, Vaun squatted on a thick branch while grasping her longbow in preparation to help Brea as she promised. Yet, the more Vaun watched in complete shock, her eyes wide at the destructive force of a Templar’s wrath.
"She’s totally complaining about master..."
Sohow, after revealing her most hidden secret, the title sire didn’t co close to the word master, which naturally floated in her mind.
However, she still couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious, so she whispered it.
Vaun plucked her bowstring, releasing a delicate and beautiful twang, the string forged from her own hair as she shook her head, focusing on the movents of Brea.
Brea’s axe shone golden as she chanted insults and complaints about Luka, her clothes dancing in a mysterious wind that ignored the laws of nature.
A whirl of divine light montarily shone in the depths of her eyes as she turned away from Vaun and hacked the air with a wild, lunging strike, aiming for the necks of two goblin warriors with shield and sword.
"Gigigi!?"
The two goblins raised their shields.
VWOOM!
However, the instant the axe tapped the wood, a burst of explosive divine energy burst out in the shape of a female lion’s maw, which snapped down and crushed the goblin’s heads.
"Yeaaaaah!"
The goblins dropped to the ground, missing their heads, as Brea yelled out, shaking her axe and body, emphasising her large, fleshy build.
Vaun’s gaze lowered to her petite, almost flat chest, her delicate hips, and her slim figure, before a sudden irritation surged in her chest.
"Fat, slob."
She quickly snapped away and bit her lip while cursing in her heart and mind.
’Does the master prefer this type of woman?’
Her eyes drifted towards the south, slowly shimring with a silver light as they widened.
"The Miasma is fading... Did Master do sothing?"
She couldn’t help but stroke the faint black string of her bow before raising it and taking aim at a goblin fifty yards to her right.
’Is that why he left with the filthy dark spawn?"
Despite her dislike for Luvia, Iris and even Brea, the half-elf continued her job.
She gracefully drew the pristine black bowstring in silence.
Not even the faintest of hum sounded as Vaun’s fingers wrapped affectionately around the bow she had built with her own body and her mother’s elven knowledge.
’I fight not for these foolish emotions, but for the man who acknowledged , who didn’t leer at
with disgusting eyes when I revealed my true form. For the one I acknowledge as my Master, whom I aspire to protect and...’
"Eh?"
Her mind blocked the last thought as she released the tre-long, elven arrow.
Fwoosh!
Like a ballista’s bolt, it tore through the air with a barely audible soft whistle. It cleared forty tres in the blink of an eye, piercing through the goblin’s cheap, rusty armour and penetrating its filthy throat.
"Ahh, it’s this feeling again~" Vaun leaked a delicate moan as a rush of strange, foreign energy flooded her body.
A glowing green tree appeared in her vision, with elvish writing along its leaves, revealing everything about her.
’Master’s love is flowing into .’
[Lucifer Record]
Na: Vaun (??????)
Title: Devotee, The Lonely Elf
Age: 62
Race: Half-Elf (Human, Elf)
Rating: Platinum
Level: 2 --> 4
Class: Elven Ranger
Talent: Elven Accuracy, Natural guide, Increased Vigour, Feminine Guile
Skill: Bow Mastery (Level 8), Longbow Mastery (Level 9), Hunting (Level 8), Herbalism, Natural Charm (Level 5), Leadership (Level 5), Transformation (Level 4)
[Combat Attributes]
Strength: 12 --> 14
Endurance: 16 --> 18
Dexterity: 16 --> 20
Agility: 18 --> 28
Willpower: 13 --> 15
[Extra Attributes]
Loyalty: 140
Affection: 95
Corruption: 29
Charm: 28
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Although she didn’t understand, it only started happening after eting Luka.
Thus, her mind, heart, and soul settled on the fact that he had granted this to her, and that whenever she felt this comforting warmth, as if his hands gently slid across every inch of her body, caressing her lovingly.
She beca stronger and more lethal.
"Master... I can feel your love.... please, keep loving ... don’t abandon
for that dark elf... I can do everything she can... even if I am a little small."
"Fuck, who the hell took my prey!?"
Brea’s shout reverberated as she stood above the goblin with Vaun’s arrow impaled half a tre into the ground.
’Ah?!’
In her irritation, Vaun ssed up.
Earlier, when helping Brea with the excess numbers, she would aim her arrows to fly and land in discreet spots so she could collect them stealthily afterwards.
This hunt had been going on for four hours now, and Vaun experienced the pleasant euphoria twice, maybe because of that feeling, her deep emotions of jealousy and envy surfaced, leading to this mistake.
"OI! Don’t make
co up there and rip you down!"
’I can’t avoid this, can I...’
Luka told her not to get spotted, but the truth was that both of them underestimated the true abilities of this Templar.
"It doesn’t make any sense for those power-hungry fools to let go of such a talent. Is it purely due to her carrying barbarian blood in her veins?"
Vaun glanced to the south, her heart racing as she failed his order.
However, another emotion surfaced... which she quickly tucked deep inside her heart.
’Let’s just go down.’
She hated how her Master showed special affection to this woman and the dark elf, even the dwarf that ca out of nowhere beca his finacée without any effort.
"What am I dreaming about... as the daughter of a high elf noble captured and sold as a sex slave?! Even she was ultimately dumped in an alleyway after becoming sick. If not for my gullible father, would I even be alive now?"
Her lips trembled as she shook her head, "Being Maters’ bow is enough for , I am not worthy of anything more."
Plop!
Vaun dropped from the tree, her legs bending slightly from the fifteen-yard drop, her black hair like the night sky floating behind her.
Brea froze upon seeing the elf.
"W-Why... why is a high elf here?!"
Unlike the others who saw her true form, it appeared that Brea recognised her aura instantly and raised her axe. "If you are planning to threaten his safety... I won’t let it pass."
’Eh?! What the?’
Vaun’s heart thumped faster, a sense of confusion growing at the Templar’s words, ’Why would she care about Luka in a mont like this?!’ It was strange; her chest felt stifled with a dark, murky feeling.
It was unfair.
It was infuriating.
"What does Master’s well-being have to do with a brute who sold her body to the divine!?"
"Haaaaah?" Brea’s face twisted, her lips twitching as she furrowed her bushy brows, "Listen here, you dainty, tree fucking whore...! Whosold her body?" A low rumble crackled from the skies, as light spread through Brea’s black pupils, dying them gold.
"My DIVINITY is INBORN!"
The Templar raised her axe high, the blade crackling with divine judgent, and her lips started chanting in a deep, solemn tone. "I who holds the glorious blood of the lord, daughter and proud warrior of the creator shall vanquish her foes..."
Vaun’s pupils shrank as the imnse force exploded, nothing like the judgent used on the goblins, this would vaporise dark creatures it struck.
Even a half-elf with high elf blood wouldn’t stand after taking that blow!
The elf quickly raised both hands, showing a weak and vulnerable state as she shouted to the enraged Brea.
"Wait... wait.... wait... Tiout!"
But inside her heart, she couldn’t help but doubt this woman.
’It doesn’t make sense!’
Why did she allow her Master to fondle, caress, and even sexually harass her if she carried the power to match his, maybe even surpassing him!?
Why did she not resist my Master?
’Is it his pretty face?! I know he’s good looking, even when compared to elves... but that cannot be it!’
Brea’s face remained cold, and her axe high.
"Why should I spare a foul creature like you, soone who should proudly don the creator’s light with pride, yet you hide in the darkness skulking like a goblin!?"
"It’s a misunderstanding, I swear on my Master’s na."
"Tsk, who the fuck is your master?" Brea clearly didn’t want to waste ti with her, but she didn’t lower her guard. Vaun didn’t have wide experience dealing with other humans as she focused on hunting monsters and animals.
But even she understood.
Her spine tingled with sharp jolts, and all the hair on her body stood on end!
This Templar would pose a grave danger to her Master, but she was powerless to help or even protect him.
If she had remained in Vaun’s form, then things would have been easier to explain.
So she could only curse her own foolishness for dropping her disguise after Luka complinted her beauty and grace.
"WAIT, MY MASTER, IS LUKA DE BABYLON!"
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