- Don't look at me, if I'm going to fight alone, I can't do it. - Oteu replied contritely to the girl's looks.
Clutching his two-handed sword with his hands, he thought how to try to attack the man, but he did not see an opportunity, he did not find an opportunity to strike any blow by the movement of the opponent.
- And what do you suggest? - Fel asked irritably, looking at the security chief.
Shifting her gaze to the place where the man was walking, the girl covered her mouth with her hand, he walked with straight steps to Keirin, who continued to fight against the robbers, many had already escaped from the spell of Oteu and tried to resist her.
- I do not know, when I look at him I do not feel the opportunity to do anything. - Replied Oteu without taking his eyes off the man.
Listening to his words, Fel shook her head, she couldn't let this man get close to Keirin. Grabbing her weapon with both hands, she began to walk slowly towards him, trying not to attract attention, she did not take her eyes off him.
She, like Oteu, could not find an open place with him without protection. For everyone, he walked with a calm step and did not try to block the attack, but his behavior and movement indicated that he did not attach importance to those who were next to him.
- Give up I don't want to ruin your pretty face. - Roald turned to the light elf.
The light elf turned her head in the direction of the voice and saw a huge man standing to her right. She didn't feel magic in him, but her sense of danger screamed that she was in danger.
- And if I refuse? - Keirin asked, carefully examining the man opposite her.
Listening to the melodious voice of the elf, he believed even more that this was a goddess whom he wanted to make his own and only his own.
Laughing at her question, he turned towards the girl who was slowly approaching him, trying to hide her intention. Making a quick movement, he was next to her, knocking the sword out of her hands and hitting her in the stomach with his hand, from which she bent over and her legs stopped listening to her.
Taking her by the hair and dragging her back, the girl tried to attack him with magic, but for him her attacks were no more than a bite of a child. Returning back dragging the girl with him, he looked at the elf again. there was confusion on her face, he liked the way she looked at the girl and then at him.
- Here it will be. - Roald said, grinning.
Holding the girl's hair with one hand and hitting her in the back with the other hand, forcing her to kneel, a scream and a slight sound of fractures were heard.
Lowering his hand down and raising his left hand, he showed it to the light elf, intercepting his fingers with his hand, he began to break the girl's fingers, her screams were for him like a bard's song that everyone loved.
Keirin watched as the man broke Fel's fingers one by one and listening to her screams, she tightened her grip on her sword.
- She's a stufon of the academy, if you're not stupid, you know what will happen to those who harm the stufons of the academy. - Said Keirin, looking for an opportunity to save Fel.
They had not known each other for a long time, but by her behavior she was a good person, like everyone else she had her secrets, but unlike Trey, he was not looking for strength, she was content with the strength she possessed.
- And who said she was going to die? - She's going to be my guys' pillow. Roald said, grinning, letting go of the hand with all the broken fingers, and raising the other whole hand.
He heard her crying, as she tried to pull another whole hand out of his grasp, which caused him to pull her head up, he saw panic and fear in her eyes, once beautiful eyes were red and the girl's lips were trembling.
- The pillow must be obedient if it wants to live. - He spoke as Professor Roald began to break the remaining whole fingers.
Screams turning to pleading began to be heard throughout the caravan, Roala's heart danced to the rhythm of her screams and pleas for mercy and a happy smile appeared on her face.
- I refuse, sorry Fel, but I already have a master. - Said Keirin, looking away from the exhausted girl.
Fel listened to Keirin's words through the pain, she could not understand how in such a situation she could be faithful to the cursed half-elf who did not even appear here!
- You'll be free soon when I kill him. - Roald said irritably.
The words of this light elf caused anger in him, who dared to be the master of his goddess? This will not happen, he will torture this bastard, forcing him to beg for mercy, forcing him to watch how he has fun with this light elf listening to her moaning under him.
- Only over my dead body will you touch him. - Keirin said angrily, pointing her weapon at him.
Watching his goddess point her weapons at him and listening to her words, he felt anger rising in him. He wanted to kill this girl who was crying at his feet.
After wrapping her hair around his arm and abruptly lifting her to her feet and hitting her hard in the stomach, he felt her bones break together with her pelvis, watching as the girl's eyes widened in pain, Roald let go of her hair and like a doll that a child threw, she fell on her back looking at the sky.
-Bastard! - Keirin shouted, rushing at the man in front of her.
She was afraid that he had killed Fel with the last blow, filling the sword with his magic, she hit the right hand with which he held her by the hair. Feeling her sword resting against something, she looked at her shoulder and what she saw shocked her.
The sword slightly scratched the skin but did not penetrate deeply, pulling the sword back, she again tried to strike in another place, but the result was the same, she slightly scratched his skin.
The man stood there not trying to resist her blows and with each blow a wider smile appeared on his face, he saw how surprise and shock were noticeable on the beautiful face of the elf.
- Give up and I will make sure that your friend is not tortured much in the role of a pillow. - Roald uttered his suggestion.
Expecting that the elf would start fighting less from his words, but instead she started attacking him even more fiercely. Feeling her steel scratch his skin, he decided to demonstrate to her that he was stronger.
In one of her blows, he grabbed her by the shoulder and squeezed it hard and with the other hand hit the hand that held the sword. There was a crunch and a cry coming from Keirin.
He saw that at least two fingers holding the sword were broken and blood began to drip from the shoulder.
Taking steps back, he could see from her face that she was beginning to lose her desire to fight. Grinning, he walked up to her with quick steps and hit her in the stomach from the blow she lost the ability to stand on her feet and knelt down with a drop of blood falling to the ground from her lips.
Roald did not attach importance to what was happening around him, there was only a light elf kneeling in front of him. The first person to notice the change in the weather was Oteu, who fought against the robbers, he had many wounds, his axe was covered in blood like himself.
For him, it was the bloodiest battle in which he participated as a magician and as an escort. Suddenly it was as dark as night for him and everyone.
Afraid to look away from the robbers, he tried to see what was going on around him, and to his shock, the whole caravan plunged into darkness.
Not only did he notice these changes, both bandits and merchants noticed the unusual phenomenon and began to look around wanting to find the cause.
Immersed in myself, I continued to peer into the darkness, I had different thoughts and ideas on how to use my dark magic.
If earlier I used seven tormentors and blood spells making them stronger. But what prevented me from trying to create spells myself, yes, I did not know and did not know how to do it, but I had a premonition that I needed to try to make my own spells of darkness that had nothing to do with spells that can be found in the world. Plunging deeper into the darkness of the star, I began to think where to start creating.