"Running so fast? I thought you wanted to have some fun with me." Freya said, and with visible anger on her face, she walked forward. The air around her was cracking with the immense use of magic.
Her eyes were gleaming in purple, which was different from the usual England green. I reminded Ben of the incident in the devil's tree.
"Is she possessed again?" Ben asked.
[ No host; she is under full control ]
"I will go deal-" Ben was about to attack when a sharp green blad of wind landed just before his foot. Not hurting him, but warning him.
"This one's my target," Freya declared, her eyes not leaving the middle-aged man. She harnessed her wind element to enhance her agility as she ran towards the middle-aged man with the wooden sword in her hand.
The man seized the opportunity to rise from the ground and swiftly swung his spear to intercept Freya's attack.
A resonating clash echoed through the surroundings as the magical force of Freya's weapon met the man's wooden spear. The unexpected resistance took her by surprise.
"Surprised?" The middle-aged man taunted, holding his ground against the force of the sword. He leaned to the left with calculated precision, evading the sword's path.
"You're not the only one who wields magic. Witness this and despair, for there are individuals with even greater powers than you can ever fathom."
With precise footwork, he maneuvered into Freya's blind spot, delivering a slashing blow to her back with the sharp edge of the spear. Surprisingly, the aged, rusty spear managed to cut through her leather armor, drawing blood.
Freya, on the other hand, gritted her teeth. Overwhelmed by pain, not by the attack but by a sudden headache, which came along with countless memories flooding her mind.
Infuriated, Freya leaped backward, putting some distance between them. She channeled healing magic to stop the bleeding and mend her wounds.
[A/N: Freya's healing magic isn't that strong; she can only stop bleeding with it. [Healing a wound will require much more magic and time. ]
"With my ability, I can enhance or reduce the class of any weapon I come into contact with. This wooden spear you see in my hands is even mightier than an advanced-class weapon," the middle-aged man proudly declared, using his spear to fend off the approaching wind sashes.
"I hate every kind of you," Freya screamed as her body radiated an unlknown purple aura. Tears escaped her eyes, but she didn't know why; the only thing flowing in her mind was anger.
An unknown anger towards this man. Which asked her to kill him the worst death possible.
In her fury, Freya locked in, her sword infused with wind magic as she prepared to strike him down.
However, to her astonishment, the man effortlessly caught her sword in midair. A metallic sound echoed as Freya's sword came to a halt in his grasp, with only a few drops of blood trickling down his palm.
"Decay," he commanded, and in the next moment, Freya's sword shattered into pieces, as though it had weathered countless years of exposure to sunlight and rain, turning into crumbling wood.
"And when I say the things I touch, it also includes my own body," the middle-aged man continued, slashing his spear once more and inflicting a wound on Freya's belly.
"Should I join the battle right now? Maybe...not," Ben contemplated, observing the middle-aged man gaining the upper hand in the confrontation with Freya. Even with the little interaction he had with her, Bne knew better than anyone how strong she could be.
On the battlefield, the middle-aged man charged toward Freya, and Freya reciprocated by running toward her opponent, preparing a wind blade in her left hand and a water ball in her right.
Just as the man was about to attack, she unleashed a powerful, concentrated water ball through her palms.
'Boom!'
A deafening explosion filled the air as the middle-aged man halted in his tracks to fend off the oncoming water assault.
Meanwhile, Freya continued her charge. She slid along the ground, mirroring Ben's earlier kick, and executed a spin on her palms to strike the man's legs, launching him into the air.
The sequence of attacks caught him off guard, and before he could regain his footing, a powerful punch connected with his chest.
This move was borrowed from Ray.
She prepared several wind blades in her hand, but instead of launching them, she compressed the attack around her fist, making a green orb surrounding her fist.
As her fist made contact, the wind magic around it erupted into numerous wind blades. With precise force and accuracy, each blade cut deeply into the man's enhanced body, tearing his leather armor to shreds. He was flung backward, colliding with a cart that toppled over.
"Bitch, you whore. How dare you attack me! You don't know who I am!" The man continued to abuse and scream in pain, but Freya was uneffected.
"I know who you are and the kinds of you." She said with a cold expression, pointing her palm in her opponent's direction, "You are the same demon, from the elven kindom I swore to eradicate from the face of earth."
Tiny droplets materialized out of thin air, converging in her hand. However, this time, instead of forming a spherical shape, the water took on a sharper, smaller, and more bullet-like form, rotating on its axis like a drill.
"This is the attack, I thought to her. But she didn't master it yet..." Ben exclaimed, realizing that Freya had adapted his and Ray's techniques to create her spell.
'Boom!'
While Ben was still in disbelief, a thunderous sound reverberated across the plain as the water bullet struck the man's forehead, ending his life in an instant.
"Die like the filth you are," Freya remarked with a chilling expression, her eyes aglow in complete purple, showing no emotion in the face of the bloody spectacle before her.
A heavy silence descended upon the battlefield. Those who remained, either still conscious or fortunate enough to escape, stood frozen, wide-eyed, staring at the lifeless body now sprawled on the ground. It was just one spell; that's all it took to free such a formidable opponent from his life.
"Is the chief dead...?" A man uttered, his words shattering the eerie stillness.
"No way... there's just... no fucking way," another guy responded, his mental state shattered as he sank to his knees.
Ben looked at the unfolding event with a frown on his face. He had just witnessed a murder. Not just one, but the people Freya fought earlier, who lost their lives, were going to die as well. but he wasn't feeling anything inside of him.
The sound of murmuring reverberated from the villagers; some were shocked, some were surprised, but none of them were sad about this death, as if they wanted it to happen.
"Carry the cart; we are getting out of here," Ben commanded, walking towards the village. While Freya looked at his back momentarily, she began to pull the cart in Ben's direction without a hint of remorse.
"Tell me, have you ever killed a human before?" Ben asked, turning back to look at Freya.
"No"
"Then, how common is it to kill someone in this world?" Ben asked.
"It depends. While nobels may get away with hedious of the hedious crimes, communists can be killed just for existing." Freya responded, "I haven't killed any human or elf before, but I have seen many innocents being executed simply because they walked on the same road as those nobels."
"I see." Ben slightly nodded his head, not knowing how to feel about all this. "The place where I come from…killing someone or hurting isn't normal. People are supposed to follow a law that is uniform for everyone. I don't know why I am telling you this. I just wanted to say."
"But this is not your utopia. The people like them, who think themselves superior to others, are like a plague in society."
"They don't deserve a chance; they need to be eradicated. If I don't kill a criminal today, the criminal will kill someone innocent tomorrow." Freya explained that with each word, her tone became deeper and deeper, as if the angst inside her was trying to burst out.
"To think of oneself as some symbol of peace or bringer of justice. I don't see how your ideals are different from those of those of those nobels," Ben stated sarcastically.
Freya gritted her teeth; behind Ben's back, her eyes instantly turned purple, as if she were about to enter a raged state. She tried to say something, but no words came out of her mouth. She could only bite her lips until they were bleeding.
"Let's store the whole thing here for now; we will need them tomorrow." Ben stated, stopping by a place approximately 50 meters from the chief residence.
'Just four more levels; that's all I need to defeat the wolf.' Ben's anger was accompanied by a sense of urgency as he looked at the dark blue sky, slowly turning black.