I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 21 Two Worlds

Border forest, midday.

The intense sunlight of the Spring Moon shines through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows on the forest clearing.

A giant, dark blue spider lay quietly on the ground, a single-handed sword still faintly emitting a white light stuck in its neck.

The man gripping the sword hilt stared blankly at the blade that cut deep into his muscles, completely forgetting the bleeding wounds on his legs.

"Heavy Thrust...did you use it?"

Cyrion muttered to himself, as if he couldn't believe it.

What just happened?

"Cyrion!"

A shout broke his thoughts.

He turned his head and saw Wilder running towards him.

As the delayed effect of the command appeared, Cyrion recalled the entire process.

It was this novice mage who made him use [Heavy Strike Thrust]. For a moment, his mind went blank, as if he was being controlled to thrust out that sword.

Did he use a charm spell on himself?

"Wild, you..." he began slowly.

"Don't talk about that yet," Wilder said, already climbing onto the giant spider's head. "I'll take you down to get your wounds bandaged first."

"Well……"

Mentioning this reminded Cyrion of his injury, and as the adrenaline subsided, he let out a muffled groan of pain.

Wilder helped him down from the giant spider, laid him flat on the ground, and took out bandages and painkillers from his backpack to begin bandaging him.

This was supposed to be just a regular, easy mission. The team only brought a first-aid kit for minor injuries, which could only temporarily stop the bleeding. The rest would have to be treated at the clinic in Ironweave Town.

Moreover, the expensive healing potions were beyond the reach of adventurers like them, who mostly opted for regular physical therapy at clinics.

"Wild, what spell did you just use...?"

Just as Cyrion was about to return to the previous topic, a rustling sound suddenly came from the bushes.

The two men's expressions darkened, and they both turned to look at the other man.

There are still enemies?

Then they saw a dwarf who looked like he had just woken up get up from the bushes.

Thanks to the concealment advantage brought by his racial lineage, from this side, one can barely see the top of his head.

"Where am I?"

Gru rubbed his eyes and walked out of the bushes with a blank look on his face.

Wilder and Cyrion both breathed a sigh of relief.

Gru checked Cyrion's injuries first before noticing the giant spider lying dead on the ground not far away.

"Damn it! What did you guys do while I was asleep?"

He ran over with short strides, intending to kick it a few times, but when he saw the barbs all over its body, he shuddered and decided to be a civilized dwarf.

"Gru, go and carry Lyle out; his wound needs to be re-bandaged."

Cyrion propped himself up and sat up, glanced at the sky, and said, "Wild, thank you for cleaning up the battlefield. Let's get back to town as soon as possible."

Wilder nodded and began cleaning up the battlefield.

Let's start with the giant spider.

The association identifies its eight eyeballs as evidence of hunting, but these were from a cremation, and the eyeballs were dried like fresh longan, so the price will probably be discounted.

Secondly, its fangs and venom glands are also valuable materials, but one must be careful when collecting them. Wilder even drank several mouthfuls of antidote before daring to make a move.

The giant spider's web can be used to make light armor and harp strings; Wilder rolled up all the webs that hadn't been burned.

Next up is Phase Spider.

The materials that can be collected are roughly the same as those for the giant spider, but they are more valuable.

Wilder climbed onto its head and, with great effort, pulled out Cyrion's one-handed sword.

Just as he was about to leave, a faint blue light emanating from the bloody wound on his neck caught his attention.

He carefully picked it out with the tip of his sword.

A crystal, stained with blood yet unable to conceal its luster, suddenly appeared before my eyes.

"What is this?"

"That's a phase spider's crystal," Cyrion said, having seen more of it. "Monsters with magical abilities use this to cast spells."

"Can I use this teleportation?" Wilder's eyes lit up.

“No, you’re not a spider,” Cyrion chuckled. “But you can fetch a good price.”

"It's still more worthwhile to sell it for a good price!" Gru grinned foolishly.

If it weren't for the venom on the Phase Spider, he would have even considered taking the whole thing back to the Adventurers' Guild for more money.

The battlefield has been cleaned up.

The gains this time were substantial, but the costs were also obviously severe.

Cyrion's two lower legs were pierced, one of which had its bone shattered. Lyle managed to stop the bleeding from his chest, but he remains unconscious.

Gru suffered some superficial injuries, but most of the toxins in his body had been neutralized.

Wilder was the luckiest, emerging unscathed, but he had exhausted all his magical power, leaving not a single drop.

The group didn't dare to linger and started their return journey while it was still early.

Due to his superior bloodline, Gru was unable to carry the slender Lyle on his back, so he had to resort to a method similar to a princess carry.

Once Lyle wakes up and finds out about this, he probably won't speak to him for at least six months.

Cyrion, supported by Wilde, used his one-handed sword as a crutch to move with difficulty.

What should have been a two-hour journey took them the entire afternoon.

By the time they finally returned to Ironweave Town, it was already evening.

We passed through the town gate.

Drunk warriors, squinting bards humming, haggling merchants, and wagons carrying goods through the narrow streets raised clouds of reassuring dust.

The town was still bustling with activity.

Just like when he returned from his last adventure, Wilder was unconsciously in a daze for a while.

The laughter and joy here are so starkly contrasted with the carnage in the border forest, as if they were two completely different worlds.

But every seemingly carefree adventurer in the town is actually shuttling back and forth between these two worlds.

"The craters on the shield, that's yesterday's story."

"The ears on the belt, I can exchange them for a few copper coins tomorrow morning..."

Wilde unconsciously began humming along to the tavern's songs, perfectly blending in like a true adventurer.

The group first went to the town clinic to settle the two wounded men in.

Cyrion has already taken the antidote; although the injury to his leg is serious, it is not life-threatening.

Lyle's situation was much more serious; the giant spider had taken a deep bite out of his chest. Fortunately, it didn't damage his internal organs, so he survived, but he needed intensive treatment.

The clinic was temporarily handed over to Cyril, while Wilder and Grud rushed to the association to report back, since two backpacks full of venomous loot were no joke.

"Go collect your payment from Martha."

Before parting, Cyrion gave a word of advice: "She knows we're together, and she gave us a fair price."

Wilder smiled and nodded.

From Cyril's slightly expectant gaze, he understood what this hesitant older brother meant.