Chapter 420: Only a Pose-Making Idiot (Part 1)

Fabiana dismounted, thrust the Pure White Banner Spear into the ground, and placed one hand on the hilt of her sword.

“What’s that?”

Samimi then noticed that Fabiana was also holding a long pole in her hand.

Because most of their luggage was stored in Niu Bao’s Ruby Ring.

Under normal circumstances, everyone usually didn’t carry too many things.

“This is the Knight King’s Banner Spear bestowed upon my family by the former king. It’s also one of the reasons my grandfather earned the title ‘Knight King.'”

Fabiana explained.

“So does that mean you’re the Knight King now?”

Samimi teased with a laugh.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

The next instant, Fabiana suddenly drew her sword, sliding forward.

Three flashes of golden sword light streaked by.

The zombified Count Perry was instantly chopped into eighteen pieces by three strikes in one second.

Dead beyond dead.

Samimi watched Fabiana’s increasingly flashy swordsmanship and footwork, intending to make a sarcastic remark.

But then she thought again…

‘She’s already been through enough.’

So she couldn’t even muster the thought to tease.

‘Even a lazy worm can have a sudden change of heart.’

It showed that Fabiana alone was bearing almost all the pain of the entire Hero Party.

All the ‘pain’ of those yandere elves and depressed heroes before was nothing compared to what Fabiana had faced—not even a single hair on the roadside.

Two pretentious whiners.

Crying for mommy at the slightest grievance.

And there was another very important point.

That was Fabiana’s combat power was growing rapidly.

But like the White-haired Anti-Witch and Jester King Bemore, she was becoming stronger purely through her own efforts.

In fact, Fabiana was even more down-to-earth than Bemore.

At least Bemore could develop Dragon Bombs.

And use Dragon Bombs as a foundation to create various mutated versions.

That was a true super magic genius.

Niu Bao had also comprehended Shura Battle Qi, greatly increasing his combat power.

But Fabiana couldn’t be called a genius from any angle.

Without the [Shield of Victory], she couldn’t even be a Shield Guard anymore.

She had completely become a pure common bone swordsman.

Her fighting style relied entirely on hard slashes.

No special effects.

But precisely because of that,

Samimi came to appreciate Fabiana more and more.

Even a common bone has its spine.

Precisely because she was a common bone, she possessed an extraordinary charm.

Relying on the most basic Dirmo Sword Technique, she carved a bloody path step by step.

Was there anything more ‘soul-stirring’ than that?

Of course.

It wasn’t entirely correct to say Fabiana was purely a common bone.

She was actually a true super cheater.

It was just that her own body had no special abilities.

If one said her overall combat strength wasn’t strong, that would also be unreasonable.

The Pure White Knight’s strength was clearly increasing.

Now she could single-handedly fight a Grand Knight Commander without losing ground.

Those three strikes in one second just now were clean and decisive.

Even an amateur like Samimi found it absurdly cool.

But after killing the zombie count, Fabiana felt nothing special.

No sense of revenge.

It was like stepping on a cockroach while passing by.

Because her list of enemies was growing longer and longer.

A small fry like Count Perry was just a pawn in the end.

Her real enemies were those behind the scenes who orchestrated the creation of artificial vampires.

And now, she carried not only the hatred for her parents.

But also the blood feud of two hundred and fifty Giant Whale Knights.

Fabiana pulled out the banner spear again and mounted her horse.

The Avenger Squad continued forward.

“Why did those artificial vampires suddenly withdraw their troops?”

Fabiana asked while riding.

“A secret underground organization hidden for centuries must have an internal structure as bloated and complex as the Church’s, and their style tends to be conservative and steady.”

“After all that research and patience, they couldn’t afford to let their plans go to waste.”

“They went to great lengths to set up a net to seal the Demon-Hunting Nun, only to find out they might have sealed the wrong person.”

“If you were them, you’d also lie low for a while.”

Samimi analyzed the enemy’s psychology.

“Do they already know they sealed the wrong person?”

Fabiana asked.

“I don’t know.”

“To be precise, I don’t know if they know.”

“But I think they believe they really did seal the Demon-Hunting Nun.”

“Otherwise, they would have spared no effort to attack Knight Academy City instead of retreating directly.”

“Because in their eyes, you people are no threat.”

“Just ants.”

Samimi analyzed like a tongue twister.

“…”

Fabiana didn’t know how to respond for a moment.

“Hahaha.”

“But even after eliminating the effects of personality deterioration, they still retained that arrogant, condescending personality.”

“After all, we humans aren’t much better compared to the Blood Clan.”

“Especially magic users—their noses are stuck up in the air.”

Samimi laughed loudly.

“You’re right. Magic users are basically a bunch of unstable weirdos.”

Just as they were chatting,

A sudden gust of wind blew from the forest.

Truly, one wave after another.

They hadn’t had a moment of peace this whole journey.

Ahead, beside the forest path, there was an abandoned way station.

The wind was coming from there.

The three approached on horseback.

At a table by the station entrance sat a woman with white and green hair, leisurely drinking tea.

“I’m not interested in fighting you.”

As soon as Samimi saw her, she sighed in a bad mood.

The visitor was that eccentric wind magic user—Shirley John.

“If I didn’t have a mission to complete, fighting wouldn’t be up to you.”

“But never mind.”

Shirley’s tone was as insufferable as ever.

Samimi wasn’t surprised at all to see her appear.

If she hadn’t shown up by now, that would have been strange.

“You don’t seem surprised to see me.”

Shirley asked.

“I’ve found it strange from the start.”

“Given your personality, I don’t think the Academy could order you to do something you don’t like.”

“The famous William Shirley, going to be a bodyguard for nobles?”

“That’s the kind of work those country bumpkin mages you look down on would do.”

Samimi called her out directly.

“We haven’t met many times, nor spoken many words.”

“And yet you see me so clearly.”

Shirley smiled.

“Your kind of aristocratic mages are all the same.”

“No different from Lion King.”

Samimi criticized bluntly.

“I came here to investigate a group of necromancers.”

“You’ve probably already come into contact with them, right?”

Shirley asked.

“It’s not that simple.”

“They’re not ordinary necromancers.”

“They’re a batch of artificial vampires.”

“All members were converted from mages, belonging to the Vampire Kin.”

“The goal is to conquer the world.”

“The organization is called the [Order of Compassion].”

Samimi answered directly.

“?”

Shirley fell silent.

Clearly stunned into silence.

“It seems the Continental Magic Academy doesn’t know much either.”

“Otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent a wind mage.”

“They should have sent Lion King directly.”

Samimi smiled wryly.

“Why?”

Shirley frowned.

“…Because vampires are afraid of fire.”

Samimi couldn’t be bothered to complain anymore.

She had gotten another pose-making idiot.

Thus.

Shirley John naturally latched onto the Avenger Squad.

Directly joining the group on the road.

No choice.

All men were kicked out.

And beautiful girls automatically joined the team.

This world was just that unfair.