I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 31 Instant Cast

Although areas A.13 to A.15 are the outermost edge of the border forest, their numbering indicates that they are quite far from Ironweave Town.

Wilder and Talia arrived at the mission location close to noon.

There are no towering ancient trees nearby, but rather a dense forest composed of countless dwarf trees.

Occasionally, a small flower adorned with pale purple patterns will appear among the low, silvery-green grass under the tree; that is the morning dew violet.

Each cluster costs fifty copper coins and is one of the key ingredients for making the potion of clarity.

"You gather morning dew violets here, I'll go find cloud-flying cherry blossoms."

Wilder looked around but found nothing unusual. "We'll meet in two hours."

"it is good."

Talia had bent down, intently searching for pale purple flowers against the backdrop of vibrant spring colors, like an impressionist painting.

Wilder glanced at it a couple more times, then turned and left.

The cloud-fly cherry blossom prefers the wind and mostly grows on rocks on low slopes.

Wilder walked for about ten minutes, then suddenly stopped.

Under an oak tree directly in front of us stood two somewhat familiar figures.

One of them is a berserker named Cass, who is over two meters tall.

He was wearing heavy chainmail, and his half-man-high axe leaned against a tree trunk, its blade gleaming a cold white in the soft sunlight.

The other was Greyhound, whose profession seemed that of a novice wanderer, twirling a crudely made dagger in his hand.

Wilder's heart sank.

He had guessed that the two adventurers he had tricked into going to A·19 yesterday might come looking for him, but the situation was worse than he had expected.

If they were to run into each other at the Adventurers' Guild, it would at most be a war of words. Wilder possessed the specialty of "acting," and was confident he could outwit them again.

However, this is a border forest.

A berserker who was hunting gnolls the day before wouldn't possibly come all the way to Area A, which only has gathering quests.

Then, only one possibility remains.

He observed the task he had chosen at the association, noted down the task area, and then waited there specifically.

Instead of resolving the issue through the association, they chose to do it in the remote border forest.

He wanted to...

He killed himself.

Cass straightened up from the tree trunk, stretched his neck, and his joints cracked.

"Little brat, is this what you're looking for?"

He picked up a pale pink flower from the ground and rubbed it between his rough fingertips.

Wilder frowned.

Those are cloud-like cherry blossoms.

They knew exactly what tasks he was doing, and sure enough, they had him lurking in the association.

"Looking for me?" Wilder raised an eyebrow, his tone casual. "Did you find some gold from the gnolls yesterday and want to share some with me?"

At the same time, his brain began to work at high speed.

Burning Hand can be cast instantly, but he is some distance away from Cass, so it may not be able to kill him in one hit. It should not be used rashly.

The greasy spell is concealed and does not require a specific posture. In particular, he is so familiar with the spell that he can completely outline the spell's structure in his mind while speaking.

He casually placed his left hand behind his back, palm open.

A faint white light quietly gathered.

"Stop pretending with me, you son of a bitch!"

Cass fell for the trap, insisting on making sure Wilder died knowing why before he made his move.

"Yesterday you took my money at the association, got the sixty silver coins that were rightfully mine, and even tricked me into going to A·19. So why should I come looking for you?"

Wilder was not surprised that the scheme to cover up the debt had been exposed.

He has Martha in the association, and as an experienced adventurer, Cass must also have familiar insiders.

"So what do you want to do?"

Wilder maintained the conversation, trying to prolong the time; the preparation for the grease treatment would take some more time.

"What should we do?"

Cass raised his long axe from behind and slammed the blade to the ground with a clang.

"You owe me a monster's ear, and with interest, you should repay me with your whole head. What do you say?"

The white light in Wilder's palm grew brighter, probably for another three or four seconds.

Let's chat for a bit longer.

"Okay, I admit I lied to you, but not completely."

Wilder smiled. "How about we make a deal? I'll give you all the gold coins the gnolls buried, and you let me go."

"Are there really gold coins?" Cass frowned.

"Of course, I wouldn't joke about my own life," Wilder shrugged.

"Alright," Cass softened his tone, but didn't loosen his grip on the long axe. "Give me the gold coins, and I'll let you go."

He'd already been tricked by this kid once, and this time, whether he got the gold coins or not, he was determined to kill him to vent his anger.

Wilder naturally understood his thoughts.

This world has no rules or morals. Since the seeds of conflict have been sown, they must be uprooted, otherwise they will always be a deadly threat.

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

As he spoke, Wilder extended his left hand from behind his back and raised it into the air.

Cass looked over instinctively.

There were no gold coins on that slender hand, which was slightly rough from working on the farm since childhood.

There was nothing there.

and many more.

There was a layer of surging white light on it.

"Spell!"

Cass exclaimed in surprise, but before he could even understand what was happening, his head was enveloped in a thick, oily mist.

【Greasy Techniques】

fall!

Oil poured down from the sky.

The berserker reacted quickly, leaping seven or eight feet away with his long axe in hand.

The oil mist landed right behind him, with only a few drops splashing onto his heels.

His underling, however, was caught off guard and instantly fell onto the oil noodles.

"You little brat, you think you can stop me by spilling some oil on the ground?" Cass laughed smugly.

"No, that's enough." Wilder smiled slightly.

"What?"

"Back off!!!"

【instruction】

Before the berserker could understand what was happening, his mind went blank and his feet started to move backward uncontrollably.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

"Pfft!"

The moment his feet touched the oily noodles, Cass lost his balance and fell backward into the sticky grease, his head hitting the ground hard.

"You fucking..."

The intense pain brought him back to consciousness prematurely.

"roar!!!"

Cass let out a roar like a trapped beast, completely unleashing the instincts within his bloodline.

His dark brown skin tinged with a blood-red hue, and his muscles were bulging, with veins standing out.

【violent】

The berserker's most basic ability can instantly increase his strength several times or even dozens of times.

"Bang!"

He raised all four limbs at the same time and slammed them hard onto the ground, splattering oil everywhere.

Four deep pits were clearly visible on the oil noodles.

Cass's hands and feet penetrated the grease and touched the dry soil below, giving him a stable foothold.

He slowly stood up.

His face bore the excitement and ferocity of a wild beast hunting.

"You little brat, you really think this trashy spell can trap me?"

Wilder smiled slightly at this.

Again.

"That's enough."

His right hand, which had been resting on his waist, swiftly drew out his staff, the ruby ​​at the top of the staff flashing a blood-red light as it faced Cass, who was standing on the oil noodles.

[Burning Hand]

Instantaneous.