Why must the devil be Defeated? - Chapter 112

Chapter 112: I will protect you.
 

“Hmm?”

By the campfire, amidst an awkward atmosphere, Shane suddenly lifted his head, his eyebrows slightly raised.

At that moment, Shane’s “Enemy Detection” skill had reacted, informing him that someone nearby harbored hostility, even murderous intent, towards him.

Shane glanced in that direction and appeared to understand something, a mocking expression emerging on his face.

This left Merica, who had been secretly watching Shane, somewhat stunned, and after hesitating, she ventured to speak in a trembling voice.

“What… What’s the matter?”

Finally, after half an hour, someone broke the awkward silence.

“It’s nothing,” Shane shook his head, smiling meaningfully, “Just marveling at how some young masters really don’t have the patience I imagined they would, and even more at their strong possessiveness. They’re truly the spitting image of medieval prodigal nobility.”

“Young master? Medieval prodigal nobility?” Merica seemed not to understand.

However, the words “young master” and “nobility” struck a nerve and made Merica tense up.

“Could it be…?”

Merica guessed what was happening and her expression became bewildered.

Seeing this, Shane couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“Are you that afraid of him?” Shane asked incredulously, “Even though he’s a noble, you’re an elf, a race revered as blessed by the gods. Your level is much higher than that prodigal young master’s. Despite being oppressed by him like this, wouldn’t you just blast him with a spell?”

In fact, Shane had wanted to say this for a long time.

No matter how you looked at it, Merica was a Level 42 Elf Mage. If she truly fought back, even with high-quality equipment, the upstart young master at only Level 38 couldn’t possibly bully Merica, could he?

But time after time, Merica was unable to deal with him, which was indeed baffling.

After much thought, Shane could only come up with one possible reason for this situation.

That was that Merica didn’t want to fight, or rather, she dared not fight.

“No… I can’t!” Merica said, shaking her head vigorously, and quickly explained, “Magic is a very dangerous power. The Flame Series and Ice Series I’ve learned both have high damage outputs. Even the least powerful Basic Magic can cause great harm to the human body, so it’s not something you can just use on people at will!”

She seemed to genuinely believe that.

But Shane didn’t understand and became somewhat annoyed.

“The other person wants to hurt you, yet you’re still worrying about hurting them, are you foolish?” Shane spoke with a mix of frustration and iron-willed concern, “Look at Tielle, at the first sign of conflict, she goes straight to chopping people’s limbs off. Surely that’s more harmful than you using a Basic Spell, right?”

The implication being, if Merica decisively hit them with a Basic Spell, one wouldn’t suffer as severely as being dismembered.

“Sometimes, a person’s kindness doesn’t necessarily lead to better outcomes, you know?”

Shane was being as patient as he could.

To this, Merica wanted to say something but found herself speechless.

She understood the principle.

But…

(…I’m actually just too nervous and scared, so I forgot how to chant the Magic Spell. If I admit such a truth, it feels so embarrassing.)

Merica’s face turned beet red, nearly consumed by embarrassment.

This was, in fact, one of Merica’s weaknesses.

As someone with high natural affinity for magic, when facing demons or the Demon Clan, even if danger loomed close, she could steadfastly complete the Chanting and calmly blast her opponent away.

However, when the opponent was of the Human Race, for some reason, Merica would get so nervous that it caused her Chanting and meditation to be intermittent, preventing her from successfully performing Magic.

This condition was relatively common among elves.

Due to their innate kindness, when facing humans, they often inherently held back, and even when they had to strike hard, most elves couldn’t help but hesitate for a moment.

Merica, in particular, had severe issues in this respect, not just due to her kindness, but because she got easily nervous and was quite clumsy in combat against humans, even more so than the timid and shy Lu Muya.

Lu Muya, despite her timidity and shyness, always mustered her courage to fight when necessary, otherwise she wouldn’t have charged at the demons without hesitation, sending all the enemies flying with a single punch.

In contrast, Merica was neither particularly timid nor shy. However, due to her excessive wariness of others, she became easily tense, leading to problems.

This was a problem that Vivian, Tielle, and Lu Muya were all aware of, yet Shane was the only one who didn’t know.

Merica didn’t want Shane to know either.

The only reason was that she didn’t want Shane to look down on her.

At the moment, all Merica could do was bow her head in silent despair.

Shane didn’t wish to lecture her like some haughty life coach. Seeing Merica fall silent, he too didn’t want to say anything more. He simply shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back toward the source of the hostility, his eyes filled with mockery.

There was Magre, clutching a tattered piece of parchment, growling continuously.

“Come on! Put some muscle into it!”

“Come on! Put some muscle into it!”

“Come on! Put some muscle into it!”

“Why isn’t it working?! Why?!”

Magre was nearly frantic, incessantly chanting what he believed to be a magic spell at the “Magic Tool” in his hands, but since the “Magic Tool” failed to activate, he trembled with rage.

“Could it really be that without that guy, I can’t activate this Magic Tool? I don’t believe it!”

Magre refused to accept this reality.

“My chanting method is absolutely correct; I am a genius. There’s no reason I can’t chant a mere magic spell after so long.”

“Is it because I’m too quiet? It does seem like I need to be louder to activate it, right?”

“But if I’m too loud, I’ll be discovered!”

Magre was mired in vexation.

In such a state, he inadvertently glanced in the direction of Shane and Merica.

The next second, Magre saw a scene that nearly sent him into a rampage.

“Mr… Mr. Shane…!?”

At the campfire, Merica’s voice suddenly arose, a bit panicked and pitchy.

All because Shane had actually taken a seat beside Merica. He was not only feeling more at ease and less embarrassed but even became affectionate.

“Sorry, I went a bit too far just now. I really didn’t mean to blame you,” Shane said to Merica with a broad smile that seemed to sparkle like his teeth, adding, “It’s okay if you can’t take action, right?”

“Is… is that so?” Merica had already caught the scent of Shane, causing her pretty face to turn bright red, her pointy ears to redden even more, and even her eyes became misty.

Inevitably, Merica had been longing to get closer to Shane, and now that Shane had actively approached her, the desire in her heart was completely satisfied. She felt as if her whole body had softened, and her heartbeat raced madly.

Yet Shane had to add one more thing.

“Of course,” Shane said, looking deeply at Merica, “because I will protect you.”

In that moment, Merica’s heart completely skipped a beat.

And then…

“Mew…”

Unable to bear the embarrassment flooding through her, Merica’s eyes rolled back, she uttered a soft sound, and she collapsed.

“Uh…”

Shane instinctively caught Merica, finally realizing he had gone too far.

Meanwhile, Magre had completely lost control.

“I’ll kill you!”

From the corner, Magre charged out, filled with raging fury.

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