Chapter 8: Finally getting the name of her signature spell "Terror of The Heroic Wind"
Ivy looked at the handsome silver-haired, thin-looking boy lying in front of her with a fatal wound on his head. She could also sense that he was much weaker than others, even for a mortal.
As she knows more about the humans because of the teaching of her clan she starts to have doubts.
'Did he not get to eat every day? He would be even healthier than others, knowing the elves working here would clearly give him more than others, seeing his handsome appearance.'
When Ivy first saw his appearance, she could say for sure that he was much more handsome than other humans she had seen so far, and if he wasn't so thin but actually healthy, his looks could be even on par with hers.
Like every other elf, she also had a clear favoritism against beautiful things, and seeing only this much was enough for her to grant him a greater heal spell, as she couldn't bear to see this handsome man die in front of her.
'If he were ugly, I wouldn't care less whether he lived or died and might even feel a little disappointed in these two black-haired half-elves for fighting over such an ugly man.'
But now seeing his appearance she was naturally pleased with their reaction earlier, as they had every right to shed tears for a handsome man.
But this was still not enough for her to openly offer her help without asking first, as there was a much deeper reason behind her decision to help him without waiting for the two elves to beg for her assistance.
She now focused on casting a greater heal spell on him and being a spell of higher rank, even she couldn't do a chant less casting for it and could only perform a single-word casting.
"Great heal!"
She extended her slender hand and touched his chest to make the spell work on a much deeper level, as green light enveloped him fully. The wound on his head began healing visibly, and his pale body started to gain a healthy glow, though his body remained as skinny as before.
'Wow, this is the first time I've touched a man's chest. It felt so wrong and exciting,' she thought.
However, she didn't let her emotions show on her face. The two elves, who had seen the warden touch one of the most private parts of Arthur, now fully confirmed their suspicion about the warden being in love with him.
Now, neither of their reactions was of fear; instead, clear anger was visible on their faces.
For elves like them, touching the one they loved in front of them was a clear provocation of the highest degree, and they were ready to fight, even knowing they could die doing so.
Their earlier rivalry melted like snow in summer, and clear comradeship, which lasted many battles could be seen on their faces as they nodded to each other.
'We will attack her once she's done with the spell,' was the only thought running through their minds.
Ivy sensed their intention, as they weren't even trying to hide their bloodlust toward her.
'Hahaha! This is something else! Well, at least they've got some backbone in them. Even with just a little bit of Elven blood, they can still be regarded as True Elves, knowing they possess the courage to fight for the one they love.
A sharp glint appeared on her face for a second. She was not one to take such things lightly without teaching them a lesson.
'However, I won't kill them, as I like their attitude much better than their previous one. Still, they are foolish even to consider fighting me.'
'Let me show them what true despair is. Hehehe!'
Seeing that Arthur's breathing had become normal, the two half-elves prepared to attack her. However, they suddenly felt intense pressure on their bodies, as a large amount of potent mana bore down on them.
They couldn't resist the force at all, and their bodies hit the ground with a loud thud as their face met the solid ground.
Bam!
Gritting their teeth, both of them tried to cast a spell to attack, but their magic didn't even form in the presence of her potent mana. They tried to look up at her, but they were unable to move their heads, lying flat on the ground.
Still determined to hurt her for touching their love, even at the cost of their lives, they realized that their only option left was to burn their life essence, and so they decided to do just that.
Ivy sensed their intention and decided to stop them before they really lost their lives, knowing that even if they burned their life essence, their weak magic wouldn't leave a scratch on her.
She had already created a protective barrier around the silver-haired boy using her wind magic, as she didn't want such a handsome man to die, even though she had no personal interest in him.
'Hmm, we should protect beauty at all costs.'
Arthur, unaware of all the drama he had caused, slept peacefully under the protection of Ivy's magic.
Having decided not to kill the two half-elves, Ivy spoke in a chilling voice.
"Do you little pups really believe you would have survived this long if I truly wanted to kill you? So why are you trying to die, little pups?"
Hearing her words, they hesitated slightly, as they realized they wouldn't last even a second against her if they fought. They couldn't comprehend her full power.
Now, they even felt the pressure on their heads decrease slightly, allowing them to move their heads and look up at her. What they saw terrified them, and the thought of hurting her vanished completely from their minds.
Ivy had cast her signature spell, one she was most familiar with. She could even use this spell without chanting, performing a chant less casting, which was much faster than other methods and was considered the hardest to master.
The spell was of the same rank as the greater heal spell, but Ivy couldn't display its full power in such a small mine. Still, it was much stronger than spells of the same rank.
For years, she couldn't decide on a name for this spell, but at that moment, a realization struck her as she saw the look of horror on the faces of both elves, realizing the situation she was in.
'Yes!! It can't be anything other than Terror of the Heroic Wind.'
'Yes!! This is perfect; I finally have the name for my own spell.'
Both elves could only see hundreds of green swirling spikes of air surrounding them, ready to shred their bodies into pieces. This alone was enough to scare them senseless.
But seeing that every single swirling spike of air had a blue magic circle filled with many runes let them realize the true horror of this spell. Even a single spike was enough to take their lives.
'Phew! L-lucky sh-she doesn't h-have any intention of k-killing us.'
They knew they didn't want to die a meaningless death, knowing they couldn't even touch her hair before dying like dogs. How could they call themselves women if they died like that?
(the word women here is intended to have the meaning of the word men when they refer to themselves as being one.)