Chárter 8

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Formerly in danmachi as a vampire:

Smith instinctively turned his gaze quickly to the place where a seriously injured Alex should be.... Only to not find him...

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Smith:" HE FUCKING RUN AWAY!"

shouted an incredibly angry Smith.

Alfia:"..."

Alfia at this point was still processing what had just happened.

Alfia: 'How?'

Alfia, one of the geniuses of Orario's generation of heroes, couldn't imagine any possible scenario for him to escape like that, no trace, no footprints, and as Orario's best mage he hadn't felt any hint of magic either, it was as if he wasn't there in the first place.

Alfia: 'with those kind of wounds he won't get very far'.

Willing to scan every floor from 1 to 18 to find him if necessary, as she prepared to leave, she heard a voice behind her.

Smith: "PLEASE WAIT, I NEED YOUR HELP TO HELP MY FRIEND!!!"

Alf: "Tch!"

Alfia clicked her tongue unconsciously under her breath without anyone hearing her (oh so she thought), and turned to look at the couple of badly wounded adventurers, she walked over to check first on the man lying on the ground unconscious with a smirk, which almost made Alfia wrinkle an eyebrow.

When she touched the man's shoulder she realized what a terrible state he was in, so she pulled out a couple of high rank potions and after uncapping them, poured them all over his body.

After a few seconds it looked like Visent was as good as new, but Alfia knew he wasn't completely healed, his right arm couldn't heal at all even if she poured more high rank potions on it, he could barely carry things with his arm, let alone a sword, he was too injured and age certainly didn't help.

After having those thoughts, she shook her head in her mind, and stood up now addressing the dwarf who was looking her in the eyes.

Smith:"How is he?"

Smith asked in a serious voice, but with obvious concern in his eyes.

Alfia."... His life is no longer in danger.... "

Alfia replied in a low, soft voice, but one that reached the dwarf's ears, just after he collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

Smith:"...How's his arm?"

Smith asked after breathing for a few seconds catching his breath, he saw when visent used his right arm as cannon fodder every time he couldn't block or dodge an attack, so he asked her with a bit of hope in his eyes.

Alfia:"..."

Alfia simply shook her head, crushing what little hope the dwarf had.

Smith:"...I see."

That was all he could say, and what else could he say, his best friend had just been crippled in one arm, and if it wasn't for Alfia they would both be dead, he could only clench his fist in a boiling rage, because the one responsible for this vanished as soon as someone stronger appeared.

He closed his eyes and as he was about to hit the ground out of frustration, he felt a liquid drip onto his face and stomach, as the liquid finished drying, he opened his eyes to see Alfia already on her back ready to leave.

Smith:"...thank you very much..."

Smith said after seeing Alfia disappear through the entrance of floor 4, most likely to report the strange event he had just experienced.

Alfia walking away, put on a small smile, as she walked away from the dwarf, the man and a spiteful Alex.

Ah yes, alex was at all times in his shadow, when he saw the opportunity the moment they turned, he stepped into his shadow praying not to be noticed, and letting out a sigh of relief when Alfia couldn't perceive him inside the shadow world, as he called it, though he felt irritated when he saw Alfia take his amputated arm, for who knows what, as he could still feel it, even if he lost an arm he still felt he could move it, as if realizing something, above Alex's head a spotlight appeared.

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And he proceeded to put it to the test....

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Scene change, somewhere on the 3rd floor of the dungeon.

Pov Alfia

¡¡¡¡ I was heading to the surface after grabbing the arm I *accidentally* took off the guy, after all, I still didn't understand how he had managed to escape like that, even though his level should be around 3, with no arm and those kind of wounds, it should be impossible, and all practically in front of me, a level 7!!!!

Clearly Alfia was frustrated, she had never had someone like that escape, and only took the arm as she thought it would be useful in finding its owner.

Alfia: 'maybe after reporting this, I should go see what that pair of adventurers know'.

As those thoughts went through her head, Alfia suddenly froze like a statue, as her whole body trembled for a second, she slowly turned her head to see what she felt moving in her hand.

Alfia:"..."

Only to see that the hand she was holding, made a gesture that she didn't know what it meant, but it looked like an insult, that made her boil with anger, and with all her strength she threw her arm towards the ground destroying it and raising a layer of smoke.

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When the smoke dispersed, a large crater of a few meters could be seen and in the center an Alfia breathing agitatedly, there was no arm left in sight....

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The more I wrote, the more I was tempted to put Alfia in the harem, I don't know, what do you think?