I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain Chapter 69 (2)

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Sparks leapt from his fingertips, instantly igniting the firewood.

Charlotte, who had been dejectedly staring at the campfire for a mont, imdiately whipped her head back around.

A fight? A fight is happening?

Her orange eyes flashed.

Her face seed to show that the mont to prove her worth had finally arrived.

She imdiately pricked up her ears and looked out into the darkness.

Right! Theyre coming!

You can sense them already?

As Ian asked back, Charlotte held her head high.

No surprise there. The senses of the beast race rank among the sharpest of any race on the continent. And Im especially gifted in that regard.

Ah, I see.

Ian chuckled and gestured with his chin.

Better jam lots of rocks into the wagon wheels too. Unless you want to go chase after a runaway wagon by yourself.

Ah. Right.

Charlotte hurriedly began moving around.

It seed she wasnt even aware anymore that she was simply following Ians instructions.

anwhile, Ian stretched his body this way and that, scanning the surrounding darkness.

For now, only the thick darkness was visible to his eyes.

The northern lands he rembered were a paradise for all manner of monsters.

Most of the people of the Northern Territories lived clustered around strongholds like the Temple of Furnace or Travelgar.

According to Miguel, even the already harsh villages beca more dangerous as the Black Walls madness awoke all manner of ancient beings that had been slumbering.

Wheeeee

From beyond the desolate darkness.

The rustling gave away the movent of many approaching creatures, as if proving Miguels words true.

Ians pupils dilated like an owls as he leapt onto the edge of the wagon.

Undead clad in tattered rags.

They must have been the revived legions of the ancient northern dead.

Hopefully this doesnt happen every single night.

Thinking that, Ian drew his sword.

As ave had done in the past, he gripped the blade near the crossguard and launched himself forward.

Shwahhhck!

The rushing wind whipped at him as he charged.

One of the shambling skeletons was instantly upon him.

Unlike the ones he had seen in Agellan, this ones imdiately took a defensive stance upon seeing Ian.

aning it was no re mindless undead puppet.

Not that it made any difference in the end.

Pershck!

The Sword of Condemnation smashed through the decrepit sword and skull of the undead in one stroke.

In the brief flash as the wraith within scattered, Ian was already slamming the next undeads skull.

Pakhk!

Another. And the next.

Ian relentlessly shattered the undead soldiers heads without hindrance.

Kvajik! Pahk!

Commotion rang out nearby as well.

Charlotte had charged in like a bullet, thrashing about.

Gripping twin blades, she seed intent on proving her feral nature was alive and well as she battered the revived corpses.

It was a different fighting style from before.

More ferocious perhaps, but far less efficient.

Shell definitely draw aggro at least.

But considering the role she would eventually take on, it wasnt an entirely bad change.

It took little more than ten minutes for the undead troop to be reduced to piles of bones.

Hah.

Resheathing his sword, Ian caught his breath briefly.

The fact that his body felt invigorated clearly showed he had fully acclimated to this world.

The resonance in his palm had already faded, but it felt like an unmistakable sign the sa phenonon would repeat.

Doesnt it seem contradictory to summon monsters after telling to find them?

Did he want to put through trials as the Chosen One or sothing?

Thinking that as he sat by the campfire, Ian realized Charlotte was still wandering in the darkness.

Throughout the fight, she had kept glancing at Ian, and now she was wandering among the undead he had struck down, looking around warily.

What are you doing?

No. Nothing.

Charlotte returned to the campfire.

But she could not hide her shocked expression.

Staring blankly at the flas, Charlotte suddenly blurted out.

How did you do that?

Do what?

How did youtake down more monsters than ? Im definitely supposed to be a bit better at lee combat at least

She was that shaken up over that?

Ian raised an eyebrow slightly, but Charlotte remained serious.

How?

After observing her briefly, Ian spoke.

In my view, you seem more suited to be an assassin than a warrior.

What? I was born a warrior, and I am a warrior still.

Charlotte spoke as if her pride had been wounded.

Well, if thats how it is.

Ian shrugged.

Then keep fighting like that. It makes no difference to .

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Charlotte had been eagerly awaiting the nights.

But on the next night, there was no large-scale attack like the previous day.

Just a few stray monsters wandering nearby and finding them was the extent of it.

It was the sa the day after that, and the day after that too.

And finally, on the night after that, the undead troop attacked again.

Charlotte seed to have been waiting for it, as she went all out thrashing about.

Why?

But nothing had changed. At best, she only achieved a similar contribution as Ian.

I really dont understand why youre so hung up on that.

While Ian seed completely unbothered, she could not be the sa.

Because fighting was the only thing she knew how to do.

Her ceaseless rushing had even slowed their progress at tis by spreading rumors, and she failed to properly identify suitable campsites. She still struggled to start campfires, even frequently burning the jerky.

So to rightfully demand her tails return, she should have at least exceeded her share as a warrior.

But instead, her mistakes and sense of indebtedness only accumulated deeper over ti.

The more it did, the more rapidly her feral nature was fading without her even realizing it.

All she could think was that she had to make ands.

It wasnt until several days later that a suitable opportunity was finally detected by her senses, which had been strained to the limit all day long.

?!

Charlottes ears suddenly pricked up as she focused her mind to keep watch.

Her gaze turned towards the darkness beyond the wagon.

Her pupils dilated to almost perfectly round, and the fur all over her body stood on end.

A faint scent of blood wafted into her now hyper-sensitized sense of sll. And that presence was unmistakable.

Charlotte had first sensed that presence three days prior.

Initially, it had been more overt.

Panicked, fearful breathing sounds. A slightly thicker stench of blood.

It resembled the signs of an injured monster, and had soon disappeared, so she hadnt paid it much mind at first.

But when that presence was fleetingly felt again the next day, things changed.

It only approached close enough for even Charlotte to vaguely sense it before disappearing once more.

Just like now.

Charlotte was finally certain that presence had been following them.

Why it would approach and then retreat, was obvious.

It was looking for an opportunity to attack.

Never considering that they might have noticed.

Though to be fair, sensing such a stealthy presence would be nearly impossible for anyone not as exceptionally gifted among the Xunren as she was.

Dont you sense it?

Sense what.

Ians deadpan response said it all he clearly had not noticed.

Charlottes lips curled back, baring her fangs.

If she eliminated this threat lurking behind them that he hadnt even detected, it would count as a significant achievent.

Then Ill go check it out for a bit.

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