Frieren: Attribute Hero Chapter 105: You Retracted a Shane

"Who did you say?"

Shane's suddenly raised voice instantly drew everyone's attention.

Just as Kraft was about to continue explaining, a rapid rustling sound suddenly ca from the nearby bushes.

His danger perception as a [Martial Monk] activated imdiately.

There was no ti left to explain things to Shane!

"Stay alert!"

The mont those words left his mouth, he stepped toward the source of the sound without hesitation, shielding everyone behind him.

And just as he reacted, a massive black shadow burst out from the mountain forest ahead and lunged straight at the group!

Roar!

The creature let out a furious roar as it attacked.

Along with that roar ca a powerful gale.

Frieren and Fern reacted quickly. The two joined forces to raise [Defensive Magic], but the gale was so fierce that when it slamd into the magic shield, both of them were forced a step backward.

Kraft did not hide behind the barrier.

He stepped forward, fists drawn to his waist as his entire body gathered a sturdy, unyielding force before thrusting out a palm strike.

Bang!

His palm collided head-on with the charging black shadow. The impact, combined with the incoming gale, blasted the two mages several ters backward.

Fortunately, the ambush was successfully stopped.

Only then did everyone clearly see the creature.

It was a Fresser: Lion-Pig.

A common large beast found within the Northern Lands, it resembled a wild boar in appearance but was far larger and possessed a lion's mane.

Because of its ferocity, its combat power nearly surpassed that of ordinary monsters, making it extrely dangerous.

Shane found it a little strange. How had a beast that lived within the Northern Lands crossed the Schwer Mountains and co south? And alone at that?

Of course, this was hardly the ti to think about such things.

At this mont, the Lion Pig's head was pressed against Kraft's palm, pushing him backward and carving a deep trench across the ground.

Kraft planted both legs firmly into the earth and gathered the strength of his entire body to resist it, forcibly bringing the beast's charge to a halt.

Seizing the opportunity, Shane drew the longsword at his waist and attacked the instant the Lion Boar was stopped.

[Dual Blade Style · Shadow Kill] instantly closed the distance between him and the target.

Seeing him move, Stark imdiately followed up. The young man dragged his battle axe sideways, carrying a sharp, fierce montum as he swept directly at the Lion Boar's front legs.

Roar!

Its front legs were struck, and the Lion Boar let out a miserable cry before collapsing to its knees.

Shane had already positioned himself beside its neck, ready to thrust in his sword and unleash a smooth little combo of crowd control.

Who would have thought that at this exact mont—

Frieren's [Binding Magic] activated.

Golden chains of magic shot onto Shane's arm, then rapidly wrapped around his entire body from arm to torso in a flurry of clanking links, binding him tightly.

"???"

Shane stared blankly in confusion.

Whoosh.

Frieren yanked the chain, dragging Shane away from the Lion Boar.

Shane was stunned.

Old lady, what kind of magic was that? Was it on purpose or an accident?!

Fern kindly answered his question from the side.

"Mr. Shane, you can't attack it."

"Lion Boar at is delicious. One this large will be enough food for us for half a year. It's perfect for making up for the fish we lost."

"If you attacked it—"

Shane instantly understood what the two ant.

The [Suspicious Poison] attribute on his sword was not exactly suitable for hunting.

"But you didn't have to tie up and drag away. You could've just called out to ."

"You were too fast."

As she spoke, Frieren dispelled the magic and released him.

Shane rotated his wrist and sternly warned Frieren, "You should never tell a man he's too fast!"

Fern: "..."

Frieren: "?"

While the three chatted, the battle ahead quickly ended.

Even without Shane stepping in, Kraft and Stark defeated the Lion Boar without any suspense.

Shane clicked his tongue in amazent as he looked at the two bumps on the Lion Boar's forehead—one round and one flat.

Thanks to this unexpected harvest, everyone was in an excellent mood during the second half of the journey.

Well, everyone except Stark.

"You people—"

"Seriously—"

"Have the nerve—"

"To make carry this alone—"

Stark bent forward with trembling legs, inching ahead with difficulty. On his back was a Lion Boar the size of half a wooden cabin.

Shane kindly encouraged him.

"Hang in there, Stark. This is a rare training opportunity."

Kraft also patiently advised him, "That's right. [Weight Training] is extrely important in a warrior's training system. It strengthens all the muscles in your body and improves explosive power in actual combat."

"Then I really should thank you all—"

Shane nodded.

What a good kid. He even knew how to be grateful.

To cheer Stark up, Fern and Frieren weren't idle either. The two of them walked beside him listing dishes one after another.

"Grilled Pork Ribs."

"Sauced Pork Chops."

"Braised Pork Belly."

As expected, the more Stark listened, the more energetic he beca.

At the rear of the group, Shane and Kraft returned to their earlier topic.

"You said the sage you t was nad Sharl?"

"I think that was his na. Back when I was traveling through the Northern Lands, I t him once in the Imperial Capital."

"Did you talk about anything?"

"Talk about anything..." Kraft fell into thought.

Shane nervously swallowed.

"At the ti, I wasn't a monk yet. I'd been injured fighting monsters and was searching for a special antidote. I happened to et him, and he enthusiastically helped make the dicine. As for the rest... I don't think we discussed anything particularly special."

"Then do you rember what he looked like?"

"I do. He had... he had..."

As Kraft spoke, his voice gradually slowed, and his eyes beca unfocused.

Shane urgently pressed him, "He looked like what?!"

Then Kraft suddenly shuddered and asked in confusion, "What?"

"Sharl. What did he look like?"

"Who's Sharl?"

Crack.

Shane stepped on a dry branch, snapping it in half.

An overwhelming sense of absurdity washed over him as he stared at Kraft in disbelief. After a long pause, he slowly asked, "Do you... know a sage nad Sharl?"

Kraft shook his head.

"I don't."

Shane laughed.

A laugh born from sheer disbelief.

Just like Draht, the executioner he had interrogated back when dealing with Aura, soone had placed a similar curse effect upon any information related to Sharl.

Draht had turned into a puddle of blood the mont he tried to speak Grausam's na.

This ti, Kraft had his mories related to Sharl erased the instant he tried describing his appearance.

The thods used to hide the information were practically identical.

The only difference was that the demons' thod was bloodier, while the humans' thod was gentler.