Chapter 15: You Still Haven’t Learned.
“That’s it! That’s it!”
“Remember this feeling, Iaar!”
Will excitedly jumped up from the ground and grabbed Iaar’s hand.
“Y-Young Master? Are… are you… alright?”
Her bangs covered Iaar’s upper face, the light in her eyes not yet fully recovered. Her voice was hoarse, as if spoken from the depths of her throat.
Will, feeling guilty, looked away, not noticing her abnormality.
“Ah… ah, this… right, right? Where are we now? How did the carriage suddenly flip over? Oh dear, my head hurts so much, only Iaar’s massage can make it better…”
By the time the two spoke, the little witch on the opposite side, who had nearly been hit by her own meteor, also reacted.
Her choice was—
Instant surrender!
She even lifted the sonic concealment and began bowing to the two.
“I’m sorry! It’s… it’s alright now! They gave me too much—it doesn’t seem like enough now. You won’t see me again, it was my fault, it was all my fault, don’t chase me!”
“Wait, don’t rush, don’t rush yet.”
Why was the assassin panicking instead?
Will had wanted to talk to the witch after her counter-attack, to get her to reveal who was behind this.
“Uh, can we… can we negotiate a little?”
“Negotiate, negotiate… negotiate what?!”
“Look, we can also give you money…”
Will’s words were cut off as the witch’s eyes lit up and she raised her head, but…
She saw Iaar’s expression.
Iaar’s expression, with one eye hidden by her bangs.
Anger.
Hatred.
Arrogance.
And her slightly manic smile.
And that powerful fist.
It even carried the lingering chill of ice wind.
“No, no, no, no, no need! I’m sorry, I was wrong. You won’t see me again. I’m truly sorry for causing you trouble!”
She spoke a long string of words in a trembling voice, then pulled down her hat, squatted, and began drawing a simple magic circle.
“Huh? Wait… wait—don’t leave in a hurry, no, just tell us how much you want!”
Something is wrong, how did things suddenly develop this way?
Was his intimidation a bit too much!?
“Young Master, we can’t… we can’t leave…”
However, the moment Will took a step forward, he stepped on something slippery in front of Iaar.
Because his armor was too heavy, and he wore a large helmet, poor Will, a frail young master, lost his balance.
*Thump—*
He fell heavily to the ground.
Coincidentally, or rather, very coincidentally, he saw a small pile of dry grass on the ground where he fell, emitting tiny sparks. He instinctively tried to shield himself with his palm.
But his palm was unprotected!
And so…
The scrape of the grass pile.
The burn of the sparks.
Both ran across Will’s right hand.
His carefully prepared armor… was unharmed.
Seeing this, Iaar shivered, and her pupils regained their luster.
Her Young Master was alright just now?
But now he had fallen in front of her again?
He, he, he, he should be alright—
A complex, inexpressible emotion spread through Iaar’s heart.
“Young Master?! Huff… huff…”
Iaar ran two steps and stopped, panting. Her consumption had been considerable too.
“Tsk… as expected, this is fate?”
Will endured the pain and pushed himself up.
He watched as Liya disappeared into the teleportation array.
Comparing the scene just now to the suffocating actions of that stupid dog Sanqi, although it was a bit different, it was very similar.
Undoubtedly…
This was “fate” from the original work.
He was destined to be injured, no amount of armor, warhorses, or armored vehicles could prevent it.
Will stood up, panting, and examined his badly damaged right palm. Although there were burns and bleeding, his arm was not significantly injured, so it could be considered a superficial wound.
If that was the case, he wouldn’t be able to participate in the practical examination for enrollment. His right hand was his dominant hand for magic, and magic circuits relied on blood. It would be difficult to cast magic smoothly when the injured area was involved.
“Iaar… I should be fine…”
Before Will could finish his sentence, Iaar’s soft little hand pressed against his chest – it was hard to imagine these same hands had just blocked the Extreme Flame Meteor.
Of course, softer than her small hands were the two “balloons” in front of Will, composed only of glands without bones.
Will felt Iaar’s growth (physical).
“Young Master… you… you’re alright, that’s good. It’s wonderful… to hear your voice. Iaar… Iaar did it… It’s so… so good… I… I’ll bandage you right away, you’ll be alright…”
Iaar’s composure broke in an instant. Her voice quivered as she sobbed, “It’s so good… I’ll bandage you right away, you’ll be alright…”
Will, pressed against her chest, could hear her rapid heartbeat gradually slowing down.
She unconsciously stroked Will’s head rapidly, tears falling, but she smiled with genuine joy.
It was like a giant Golden Retriever, after realizing its master was only pretending to be dead and not actually dead, wagging its tail and licking its master’s palm.
Seeing her teary eyes, worried about him.
Will sighed, touched his forehead, and comfortingly ruffled her wind-blown hair.
Iaar seemed to have returned to normal now.
Even though she held him very tightly, as if he would disappear if she let go.
Even though she stroked his head, feeling like he was a doll.
Even though she gripped his fingers, her intertwined fingers filling the gaps between his.
But…
She was still…
Super cute…
Super canine…
Super clingy…
Super maid…
Iaar?
“What a nuisance, you’re still quite far from it.”
—In the future, Will would deeply regret this judgment, failing to notice the earliest signs.
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“Alright, Young Master, I’ve given you a temporary bandage. Once the horses have rested a bit, we’ll continue our journey. It’s safer to get to the city early.”
As a maid, her bandaging skills were very proficient. Fortunately, the carriage had emergency medical supplies, and Will himself knew some basic healing magic.
Will looked at his enlarged right palm and sighed.
However…
He walked around the spot where they had been standing, the place where Iaar had repelled the Extreme Flame Meteor.
He remembered stepping on something slippery that caused him to fall. But after a giant fireball, the Extreme Flame Meteor, had passed through, why would there be “something slippery”? Shouldn’t it have all been burned away? In theory, only the ground should remain.
Was it caused by the collision of ice and fire?
But the ice armor itself wouldn’t detach from the user…
Then what else could have tripped him?
Judging by the texture under his feet, it was something round.
Wait…
Just now…
Will stopped.
Indeed, where he had fallen, there was a wet patch, and in the middle of the wet patch, something was shimmering.
In the scorched grass, anything that still shone was extremely conspicuous.
Will, holding his injured right hand, squatted down and pushed aside the grass.
It was…
A coin.
A coin with the king’s head replaced by a witch with a big hat and a mocking face. It surprisingly had no burn marks…
A witch’s coin.
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Three kilometers away from the incident, in a small grove of trees.
A light purple teleportation array flickered, and from its center emerged a blonde witch with Twin Tails, wearing a large hat.
“Hahahaha, as expected, Witch Liya is invincible! Even if I can’t defeat my enemies, I can easily escape with teleportation magic.”
“Wait, the cost… the Witch’s Pink Chalk used for a teleportation spell… Ahaha, it’s not that expensive. Just a day’s worth of meal money.”
“Waaah… these lost items will have to be reimbursed by the client with their funding.”
Liya opened her spatial pocket and began to review what she had used.
“A few fire pellets, a bit of burning catalyst, hmm…”
Her head was almost buried in the pocket.
“And the witch bank coin for the one-power-level Extreme Flame Meteor—only the last one is left, it’s better to retrieve it… retrieve… wait… retrieve?!”
Liya fell silent in the woods.
Then she erupted in a heart-wrenching howl.
“The coin!!!! My coin!!!!!!”
