The story of the black silk female knight

"Want some, you stinky bird? If you want some, come over here obediently, and I can feed you~~"

"Goo~~"

The Winged Falcon seemed to have completely lost its composure, no longer behaving like a raptor or monster, but instead making a shameful sound like a large pigeon.

For the entire night, Valensa repeated the same behavior she had during the day.

Drive away or kill the food that gets close to the pool, and then feast on it to provoke the Winged Falcon.

By the second day, the Winged Falcon was noticeably more listless, but even though it could no longer maintain its imposing appearance, it still had a proud heart.

Valensa could tell this from the look in the Winged Falcon's eyes.

She had no doubt that if that wretched bird had even the slightest chance, it would swoop down and kill her with the power of a supersonic slash, then carry her body back to its nest, remove her armor and clothes, and devour it.

Perhaps they'll even spread her black stockings in the bird's nest, making them both decorations and trophies, just like the clothes of adventurers.

Hmph, you stinky bird.

Valenza's gaze was equally unwavering, revealing her determination to hunt down the Winged Falcon, dismantle it into various materials, and sell them for gold coins.

The two of them spent another day like this, neither of them sleeping or resting.

Valensa, who also had to drive away and kill other animals, obviously expended even more energy, but she could eat a variety of foods to replenish her strength.

Fresh ingredients like deer legs and rabbit heads can be grilled, and her magic storage bag is also filled with plenty of pure milk and small cakes.

By the third day, the Winged Falcon finally couldn't hold on any longer.

With a clearly weak screech, it spread its wings and soared into the sky, but instead of hunting in the distance as Valensa had expected, it began to circle nearby.

...What trick is it planning to pull this time?

Valensa narrowed her eyes, seemingly still casually eating her cake, but in reality, she was on high alert, her toes already extended under the shield on the ground, ready to pick it up at any moment.

With a dense canopy of trees above her head, she doesn't need to worry about supersonic slashes, but if the Winged Falcon decides to come down and fight her to the death, its sharp beak and claws should not be underestimated.

As a result, the Winged Falcon's actions once again surprised Valensa.

It neither flew away nor swooped down, but suddenly bit itself in mid-air with its sharp beak, tearing out several feathers from the base of its wings.

Then it flies high and then dives, simultaneously flicking its head in the direction of gravity, throwing down several feathers like daggers.

Ding ding ding.

Valensa, who was well prepared, was not going to fall for it easily. With a flick of her toe, she took the shield in her hand and easily blocked several feathers that were as sharp as knives. However, she was still extremely surprised.

What is this routine?

Neither the monster encyclopedia of the Adventurers' Guild, nor past hunting records, nor the experiences passed down among adventurers, have ever mentioned that the Winged Falcon can use this move.

Those blade-like feathers are the most valuable material on the Winged Falcon. Each lost feather takes months or even half a year to grow back. How could it possibly tear them off and use them as throwing knives?

This is probably as unbelievable as a human cutting off their own hand to use as a brick to hit someone during a fight.

This winged falcon... is definitely suspicious!

Valensa dared not eat the small cakes anymore. She gripped her shield and longsword tightly in her hands, staring intently at the Winged Falcon, worried that it might come up with some new tricks.

But the winged falcon seemed to have run out of tricks. After discovering that throwing feathers was ineffective against Valensa, it cried out twice in sadness and anxiety before flying away into the distance.

Is it that it finally couldn't resist going out hunting?

Valensa immediately perked up, keeping a close eye on the direction the winged falcon had left, planning to burn the bird's nest and set a trap once it flew far away.

Valensa was quite familiar with the surrounding terrain; the nearest open area was about 15 kilometers away.

At the current flight speed of the Winged Falcon, it would still take some time to make a round trip.

Then she miscalculated again.

The winged falcon did fly away, but not very far, only about two or three kilometers, before it began circling in the air again, dropping feathers towards the ground, and then turned and flew back towards the nest.

...What kind of trick are they playing now?

Valensa frowned, somewhat puzzled, until she felt a slight tremor in the ground, at which point her expression changed.

She remembered which area the Pteranodon had just thrown its feathers from.

That was also the area where a Pearl-level monster was active, but this monster was much less dangerous than the Winged Falcon because it was a herbivore like the hog rabbit and had little interest in humans.

But that's just the usual situation... Once provoked by attacks from other creatures, this monster will go berserk and wreak havoc indiscriminately, wanting to rush up and hit anything it sees.

This monster is called the Demon-Scaled Wild Bull, one of dozens of bovine monsters.

Just like many bulls in Valencia's previous life would attack anything red, the Demon Scale Bull would also prioritize charging at black targets.

The most eye-catching part of Valensa's entire outfit was the black stockings under her short skirt...

Chapter 71 Double Kill

Moo!

As expected, the Demon Scale Bull, which was originally chasing the Winged Falcon, immediately changed its target after seeing Valenza and charged towards her.

"Damn it!"

Valensa grumbled angrily, but dared not take the attack head-on, and could only dodge... even though her shield was impervious to bull horns.

Because the Demon Scale Bull is so strong, when it charges, it's like a small tank with the speed of a sports car, and its impact force is much greater than that of a dump truck.

Although this is the only attack method of the Demon Scale Bull, most creatures of Pearl level and below that are hit head-on will have to reincarnate.

However, the Demon Scale Bull is one of the less dangerous monsters among the Pearl-level monsters. If Valensa uses her mental powers to enhance herself in all aspects, she can still defeat it within ten minutes by maneuvering and fighting.

But Valensa wanted to save her mental power for the Winged Falcon, so how could she waste it on a cow?

With no other option, she could only prioritize survival for the time being, relying on her agility to leap and dodge the charging of the Demon Scale Bull while simultaneously thinking rapidly.

The Winged Falcon's intentions are quite clear.

It deliberately lured the Demon Scale Bull to break the stalemate, so that Valensa could escape the predicament by choosing to fight or leave.

If Valensa accepts the challenge, facing a Pearl-level monster like the Demon Scale Bull, she certainly won't have time to drive away other beasts that want to go to the pool.

The Winged Falcon will be able to easily hunt and fill its stomach, and it can also observe Valensa's strength through the battle between Valensa and the Demonscale Bull, which is a win-win situation.

It goes without saying that Valensa would give up and leave.

What a jerk! He's giving me another tough question, isn't he?

Valensa gritted her teeth, but a fierce determination formed in her heart.

My answer remains the same: I will not choose any of the options you give me. I believe that I should forge my own path!

Whoosh!

Valensa did not move away, nor did she continue fighting the Demon Scale Bull in the dense forest. Instead, she jumped out of the forest and retreated towards the pool.

As long as the pool is turned into a battlefield, most of the beasts and monsters that fear the rampaging Demon Scale Bull will still not dare to come over, and the Winged Falcon will still have no food!

If it doesn't want to go hungry, it must attack Valensa and kill her!

Come on, you stinky bird, I've already been gored and beaten to a pulp by a mad bull, and you're still hiding in your nest, too cowardly to attack?

Valensa was multitasking, carefully dodging the Demon Scale Bull while observing the Winged Falcon's movements through a small mirror attached to the inside of her shield.

The Winged Falcon clearly saw through Valensa's plan, but it also knew that it was time to take a gamble.

Like a final burst of energy before death, the Winged Falcon's listless state, tormented by hunger, vanished completely. Its wings spread out fully, and it transformed back into the raptor monster that could tear apart its enemies with supersonic slashes at any moment.

Valensa's heart was pounding like a torrential downpour; her body and mind were in a state of extreme excitement, yet her mind remained clear and calm.

She seemed to have completely relinquished her dodging and observation skills to her physical instincts, while her brain calculated various possibilities like a supercomputer performing simulations.

The power of the mind strengthens thinking!

Various scenes, sounds, physical principles, and even mathematical formulas flashed through Valensa's mind, forming a wide range of possibilities.

She then optimized and improved the plan based on each possible outcome, and all the different possibilities ultimately pointed to the same result.

The Winged Falcon and the Demon Scale Bull both died suddenly, while Valensa ended up eating beef and plucking bird feathers!

The formula for victory has already been determined!

Although this method seems risky, it is a solution that Valensa has continuously calculated and optimized. As long as the error is kept within a certain range, there will be no problem!

Valensa doesn't like taking risks, but she believes in herself!

How can a user of spiritual power continue to grow if they can't even be confident?

Let's do it this way!

In Valencia's previous life, there was a scientific hypothesis that thought could travel faster than light, and there was some truth to that.

Valensa's thoughts, though seemingly extensive, were actually only a matter of seconds thanks to the mental amplification provided by the power of her mind.

She has always been a decisive person; once she makes a plan, she will execute it immediately.

When the Demon Scale Bull charged again, Valensa seemed to be distracted by keeping an eye on the Winged Falcon and was unable to dodge completely.

With no way to avoid it, she could only hold her shield up in front of her to minimize the damage from the impact.

But it didn't work.

Even with protective gear, a delicate human body would only be thrown into the air by the impact force that exceeded that of a small dump truck.

Although the shield protected Valensa from being gored by the bull's horns, and she managed to press down on the bull's head with her other hand at the moment of impact, she still couldn't stop herself from being thrown into the air and completely losing her balance.

And that's when the Winged Falcon and others came into being.

Die, you wretched black-stockinged two-legged monster! I'll devour all your flesh and then use your skirt and black stockings to decorate my nest!

The Winged Falcon had long hated Valensa. If the favorability detection function of the Dimensional Hardware Store's membership terminal also worked on it, the result would definitely be a fight to the death.

Now, it has finally created an opportunity through its own wisdom and is about to taste the sweetness of victory.

Whoosh!

The Winged Falcon took off and dove down in one fluid motion, its entire body transforming into a sharp blade, slicing through the sky at a speed capable of causing a sonic boom, and slashing down at Valensa!

...Huh? How is that possible?

The scene that Wingblade Falcon had anticipated—Valenza being cut in two—did not occur. Just a second before it was about to slice Valenza in two with its wingblade, Valenza suddenly jumped up as if she had stomped on the ground, and her body, which should have lost its balance in the air, moved several meters higher!

The Winged Falcon's supersonic slashes are indeed powerful, but once it locks onto a target, it is difficult to change direction, and even if it wants to slow down, it needs a certain distance.

Just like Valencia's sports car in her previous life, no matter how good its performance is, it can't stop instantly with a single stomp of the brakes; it will always slide forward a little.

It was this short gliding distance, used to slow down, that allowed the Winged Falcon to fly between Valensa and the Demonscale Bull, cleaving its body in two as if sliced ​​by an invisible blade.

At the same time, the Demon Scale Bull was also mooing incessantly, its right foreleg was turned into a strange shape and blood was spurting out... as if it had been hit by its own head.

"You can die too! You stupid bull who keeps charging at people wearing black stockings!"

Valensa flipped in mid-air to regain her balance, then, with a sharp cry, she plunged her longsword down at the immobilized Scaled Bull.

puff!

The Demon Scale Bull's neck was completely pierced, and its major artery was bleeding; it was clear it wouldn't live much longer.

The plan succeeded... and the results were exactly as predicted.

Valensa scored a double.

Chapter 72 The female knight may not seize opportunities, but she will actively create them.

"Phew~~ Finally done."

After examining the Winged Falcon cut in half and the corpse of the Demonscale Bull that had bled to death, Valensa didn't even have time to collect the spoils before she unceremoniously sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

Her mental pool had already been greatly depleted by the continuous enhancement of her vision over the past two days, and the burst of enhanced thinking just now had completely overdrawn her resources. Now the price had been paid.

My head was both foggy and throbbing, like I'd drunk a huge amount of whiskey, Sprite, orange juice, and beer mixed together and then spent the whole night freezing in the cold wind.

Valensa felt a tightness in her chest, making it hard to breathe. The metal breastplate that used to bring her a sense of security was now something she wanted to take off.

Having taken the brunt of the Demon Scale Bull's charge, even though Valensa was prepared, her right arm holding the shield was still numb, and her stomach was still churning.

It can be said that the cost was quite high, but the gains and sense of accomplishment were even greater.

With the strength of a candlelight-level being, he instantly killed two pearl-level monsters, one of which was a winged falcon whose danger level was comparable to that of a lighthouse-level being. This kind of achievement is enough for many people to brag about for a lifetime.

Valensa even wondered how many beautiful noble ladies would go weak in the knees and throw themselves into her arms if she described the incident vividly at a banquet.