“Barbarian… Barbarian, why would the Elves have a Barbarian!” After a brief silence, the minotaur, whose forelimbs had been severed by Fia and was now lying on the ground, exclaimed in shock.
Its severed limbs were visibly regenerating at a not-so-slow pace.
Just as depicted in the “Witch’s Secret History,” the Dark Ones possess a strong self-healing ability.
“Are you ready to surrender now?”
Ignoring the minotaur’s question, Fia once again gathered two ten-meter-long wind blades above her head.
The low hum from the vibrating air sent shivers down one’s spine.
Seeing the two minotaurs lower their heads in silence, Fia had to step forward a few paces.
Like “Wind Blade” and “Elven Fire,” there are only two modes: “ready” and “launch.” Once launched, the trajectory of the magic cannot be altered by thought, so Fia could only close the distance between the “Wind Blade” and the minotaurs by moving closer.
Sensing the dangerous tremor from the “Wind Blade” above, the two minotaurs finally stopped resisting.
“I… surrender.”
“Do what you want with me.
But I lost to you, not to humans!” Emphasizing this, the two minotaurs completely gave up resisting.
“Fia, is it resolved?” Claire, who had also dealt with a minotaur, came to Fia’s side.
Having seemingly witnessed Fia almost throwing a minotaur over her shoulder, Claire’s gaze remained fixed on Fia’s hands, as if looking at something strange, making Fia feel a bit hurt.
Of course, Fia knew that the scene just now was unbelievable, so she didn’t dwell on it.
“Yes, it’s resolved.
Didn’t you want to ask them questions, Claire?”
“The one over there already gave me the answers.” Claire gestured behind her, where the minotaur she was responsible for was slowly moving its thick limbs, heading back in the direction it came from.
“They used a tool that can turn Dark Ones into humans to infiltrate the city.
They originally planned to attack the Aurora City’s temple while the main forces were at the front lines.
But they didn’t expect the Undying Moon to suddenly cover the city, and the main forces returned to the city.
So they had to change their plan, luring the temple guards in batches and then defeating them.”
“No wonder the temple soldiers just happened to find that person with the Dark One disease…” Thinking back, it must have been the minotaurs disguising themselves as humans, running to the temple to report that there were Dark One disease patients in the slums, then ambushing in the slums, waiting for the temple guards to fall into the trap.
They look honest on the outside, but are more cunning than humans on the inside.
Fia glanced at the two minotaurs in front of her, and they immediately lowered their heads, not daring to meet Fia’s eyes.
“What should we do next?”
“What do you think, little Fia? I have no ill will towards the Dark Ones and don’t mind letting them go.
Of course, the premise is that they promise not to harm innocent people before leaving the city.”
“Let’s do that then.”
To Fia, there was no difference between Dark Ones and humans, so letting them go didn’t bother her.
Moreover, by stopping the minotaurs from slaughtering the guards, Fia felt that humans should be grateful to her.
Fia nudged the minotaur beside her that she almost threw over her shoulder.
“Did you hear that? Promise to leave Aurora City as soon as the Undying Moon disappears.”
“Okay… we promise you.”
“Can you tell us your name? Our Two-Horned Bull Clan remembers everyone who has defeated us.”
The minotaur whose forelimbs were severed by Fia called out.
Fia thought for a moment and waved her hand lightly.
“Dofilia Alexia Yusil.”
“Alexia?! Isn’t that the Elven Royalty—no, you’re the Elven Princess?”
“Yes, that’s right.
I am the Elven Princess.”
Although she heard the two minotaurs muttering things like “The Elven Princess isn’t supposed to be frail” and “How did a magic chanter become a Barbarian,” Fia didn’t take these comments to heart.
As for why Fia thought of lifting the minotaur, it was actually a spur-of-the-moment decision.
At that time, Fia’s intuition told her, “I can lift the minotaur,” so she followed her intuition and grabbed the minotaur’s horns.
Because of this, Fia realized that her strength was far beyond what she had shown so far.
Even if the minotaur weighed several times more, the outcome wouldn’t change.
Her strength was excessively strong, something no human could possess.
At this moment, they could already see the direction of the city center, where paladins in silver armor were rushing over.
Claire urged the minotaurs.
“You should leave quickly.”
“Thank you.”
“Little Fia, your hair—um, use this to cover it for now.”
Claire took off her snow-colored cloak and placed it over Fia’s head.
Of course, this wasn’t to cover Fia’s black hair, but to hide the pointed ears that represented the Elves.
The subsequent developments went extremely smoothly.
The paladins who came upon hearing about the Dark Ones split into two groups.
One group chased after the fleeing three minotaurs, while the remaining group was responsible for rescuing the injured and maintaining order.
Although the church didn’t leave a good impression on Fia, she had to admit that they were quite fair to their fellow humans.
The items and tents destroyed by the Dark Ones were meticulously recorded by the paladins based on the traces at the scene, and the church would compensate for these losses.
At the same time, these paladins didn’t care about the difference in status and actively helped the poor whose homes were destroyed, salvaging usable items from the ruins, which slightly changed Fia’s view of the paladins.
Additionally, fortunately, although many people, including the arriving paladins, saw the shocking scene of Fia lifting the minotaur, due to the distance, they didn’t see Fia’s pointed ears representing the Elves.
With Claire always keeping Fia behind her, giving Fia the persona of being “shy” and having “beastman blood,” the paladins weren’t overly curious about Fia, only praising her bravery and strength.
“To be able to lift such a creature, even if it was a burst of strength in a moment of urgency, makes us men feel ashamed.
Even if ten of us went up together, we definitely couldn’t lift a Two-Horned Bull Clan member.
This young lady, although unlikely to be from the lion tribe of the beastman royalty, must be from a strength-type race like a bear or tiger, second rank? Or even higher, third rank?” The paladin responsible for maintaining order in the slums occasionally glanced at Fia while clicking his tongue in admiration.
“If she signed up to be a paladin, it wouldn’t take long for her to be selected, and she might even become our leader.”
“But the beastman bloodline…”
“What does that matter?”
The first paladin to speak retorted.
