Flillian, I want to live.

"What a tacky pick-up! What if I refuse?"

Fulilian glanced sideways at the man with his face wrapped in gauze under the hood and answered coldly.

"Then I'm going to use force, hehehe."

The man grinned and laughed harshly.

"Hey! You bastard! Didn't you hear this lady say she didn't want to?!"

The hot-blooded bald man on the side looked at Fulilian who was being harassed by the man. Seeing the injustice, he slammed the table and pointed at the man in black in front of him, scolding him loudly.

"..."

After hearing the bald man's rebuke, the man in black was silent for a moment, then turned his head slowly like a machine and looked at the bald man who stood up for Fulilian.

"This tavern is not a place for you to act wild."

The bald brother stared at the man in black and said.

As if in response to their eldest brother's words, the other adventurers in the tavern also stood up and looked at the skinny man in black with hostility.

"You... who are you? Lowly beings who can't even use magic..."

The man released his hand from Frillian's shoulder, shook his head in a hysterical tone, and shouted at the adventurers in the tavern.

"You bastard, are you asking for a beating..."

The bald brother raised his fist. He wanted to teach the man in front of him a lesson, but suddenly he felt his vision suddenly drop sharply and his consciousness became a little blurry.

What the hell is going on?

It wasn't until the bald brother vaguely saw his neck spurting blood and the man in black who appeared behind him that he realized it.

It felt like he had been beheaded by the other party.

"Spread out!"

Fulilian watched the man disappear from behind her and then appear behind the bald brother. Although she couldn't figure out what means the other party used for a while, she did not hesitate at all and launched a heavy attack like raindrops on the man in black who was obviously an enemy, not a friend.

However, before Fulilian's attack hit, the man disappeared again. This time, he appeared behind another adventurer and stabbed the other person's body in a provocative manner.

"Ahhh-"

As the adventurer whose body was pierced wailed in pain, the other people in the tavern couldn't help but panic. They picked up the weapons at hand and stared wide-eyed to see how the man managed to teleport.

However, this time, the man did not give them a chance to find the answer.

Phew——

When everyone's attention was drawn to the man in black, the burning fireplace nearby was suddenly extinguished by someone with water.

"Hehehe... the hunt has begun..."

In the pitch-black darkness, accompanied by the man's perverted laughter, adventurers began to fall seriously injured one after another. Under the incomprehensible fear, many people began to try to escape. However, under the hunting of the man who seemed to be everywhere, the tavern suddenly became a one-sided massacre scene.

Among all the people present, only one person saw clearly how the man in black suddenly appeared and disappeared.

It's a shadow.

Not long ago, Philen, who was secretly following Fulilian in the box, saw with his own eyes how the man emerged from Fulilian's shadow, and then instantly followed the shadow of the table and teleported into the shadow of the bald brother and killed the other party.

This man has shadow magic that allows him to hide in shadows and move between shadows.

Although I really want to tell this important information to Fulilian who is in the middle of the massacre scene.

But Philen, who was hiding in the box, didn't dare to make any sound at this moment.

For the opponent who can move freely in the shadows, this dark room underground is like a domain where he can exercise his abilities at will.

If you rashly expose your existence, the other party will easily kill you.

Chapter 44: Young people have good sleep quality

Because the incident happened suddenly, even Fulilian was unable to analyze the other party's abilities immediately.

However, she did not panic like those adventurers who were killed by men like lambs to be slaughtered.

Since it was pitch black around her, Fulilian simply closed her eyes.

Like a monk in meditation, in the tavern filled with wailing and screaming, Fulilian stood motionless, as if she was asleep.

"Are you scared?"

The man who emerged from the shadows noticed the abnormal condition of Fulilian, but he did not take Fulilian seriously at all and did not care about it. Instead, he continued to stab the adventurer who tried to escape with his sword as if playing.

However, the next moment, countless beams of light shot out from behind Fulilian, as if they had eyes, and accurately hit the man's location.

so close……

The man who retreated into the darkness again felt fear for the first time.

If he hadn't subconsciously used shadow magic to dodge the attack, he would probably have become a corpse now - the kind that couldn't be put back together.

"Sure enough, even though it can't be detected when it disappears, if it wants to reappear and attack, it will still produce a weak magical fluctuation."

Fulilian, who put all her energy into the magic exploration, soon discovered the weakness of the magic used by the man. Although the opponent could move freely in the dark, if he wanted to launch an attack, he had to show his true form.

As long as you are familiar with the magical fluctuations generated when the opponent appears, all you have to do next is launch an attack there.

Fulilian clenched her staff tightly in her hand, waiting intently for the man to appear next time.

However, this time, the man chose to appear directly behind Fulilian.

"Looks like I should deal with you first, Miss Magician."

A man's mocking voice came from behind Fulilian.

"That's right."

Fulilian watched as the man held the dagger in his hand and slashed at his neck in the darkness.

For a magician, being approached by others during a battle is a very bad thing. Once the advantage of distance is lost, the magician is not only unable to use various offensive magics that may accidentally hurt himself, but also without the protection of defensive magic, the magician himself is no different from other fragile humans.

Even a powerful magician can be easily killed if hit in the vitals.

However, when the man confidently swung the dagger, what he felt in his hand was not the smooth feeling of the girl's throat being cut, but rather a feeling of being blocked by something invisible and then bounced away.

It was magic. Did this guy concentrate his magic on his neck to avoid having his neck cut off by me?

Although the man was aware that Fulilian was a powerful magician, even he had not expected that she could possess such powerful magic power and be able to resist attacks with the huge compressed magic power itself instead of defensive magic.

"Hide and seek is over."

In the darkness, Fulilian turned around suddenly and looked at the man who liked to hide in the shadows and launch sneak attacks.

"Damn it!"

The man who failed in the sneak attack wanted to sneak back into the shadows. However, when he saw Fulilian's eyes emitting a faint light in the darkness, he suddenly found that the magic power in his body seemed to be bound by something and was completely out of control.

Is it some kind of powerful binding magic?

The man looked at Fulilian with some horror.

Having lost his magic power, he is essentially an ordinary person. From the failed sneak attack just now, it is not difficult to see that his attack has no effect on the elf girl in front of him.

"I need to find a way to get you to explain the whereabouts of those missing magicians."

Fulilian's cold voice reached the man's ears.

Almost in an instant, the relationship between hunter and prey seemed to change.

If it weren't for that thing that guy gave me...

In the darkness, the man curled his lips in dissatisfaction. Then, unable to use magic, he reached out from his chest pocket and took out something, attacking Fulilian in the face.

"Do you still want to fight? Fine."

Facing the man's desperate attack, Fulilian did not dodge, but slightly raised the corners of her mouth and waited quietly for the other party.

Since the opponent's attack with magic power just now couldn't cut through his magic power, it would be even more impossible for him to do it now.

Let me show you the fear and despair of the adventurer you just casually killed.

Fulilian decided to punish the man in front of her a little.

However, what Fulilian did not expect was that what the man held in his hand and attacked her was neither a dagger nor a magic item, but a ball of soft and wet cotton cloth.

Although the shield formed by magic did isolate the cotton cloth that the man suddenly put on her face from her skin, but immediately afterwards, Fulilian smelled a pungent smell similar to strong liquor, and a bit like moldy soy milk.

"I feel so dizzy..."

As her breathing unconsciously quickened, Fulilian instantly felt dizzy and couldn't even maintain the magic to restrain the opponent.

It's a knockout drug...

Fulilian's body began to stagger.

It was not until then that she realized that although the shield formed by magic power could withstand the warrior's hacking, since she was a human magician and needed to breathe, she could not use magic power to block the air, and naturally could not block the drugs that were inhaled along with the air.

"I'm so careless..."

Fulilian, who always had good sleep quality, fell to the ground and fell asleep peacefully.

"This is so embarrassing! Lord Aura spent so much money to hire you, and now you can't even deal with a magician of this level? You are so shameless that you call yourself a magician killer."

The firewood in the fireplace was lit again. In the tavern illuminated by the firelight, a young man who had been standing by the fireplace and watching spoke with disdain to the man who had luckily defeated Frillian.

"To this extent?"

The man turned around and looked at the guy standing over there talking without any hesitation.

Standing there was a green-haired young man who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a white shirt and high-waisted dungarees. At first glance, he looked no different from other young apprentices who came to this trading city to work hard - if it weren't for the pair of outward-turned horns on his head.

"Dolat."

The man took off his hood with his hands, revealing his face tightly wrapped in bandages with only his two eyes exposed. He called out the name of the young demon in front of him in a low voice.

"What's the matter, Mr. Sturt?"

Dorat tilted his head and called out the man's name.

"Whether it's me or this guy," Ster lowered his head and looked at Fulilian, whose face was pressed to the ground and who was snoring rhythmically, and said, "Killing a piece of trash like you is just a piece of cake. What are you talking about the Seven Collapse Sages? Their subordinates are all this kind of scum."

Chapter 45: The Young Eagle Hunting Alone

Fulilian dreamed of her childhood.

Considering the lifespan of an elf, that is indeed a very distant memory.

Even so, Fulilian still clearly remembered that her mother had made a simple cradle for her out of bamboo rattan.

Every night, my mother would put me in the cradle and read obscure magic books to me to sleep.

Well, when I think about it this way, it seems that my mother is not so competent.

But after all, to this day, my memory of my mother's face has become blurred.

But even so, Fulilian would never forget that she slept soundly in her mother's cradle.

Just like now.

"Fulillian..."

Faintly, Fulilian heard someone calling her name gently.

"Mother……"

Fulilian, who was unwilling to open her sleepy eyes, opened her mouth and called out coquettishly.

"Who is mother? Lady Fulilian! Wake up!"

slap~

With the pain of being slapped in the face, Fulilian finally woke up.

The mother in my memory is more gentle when she wakes me up, so...

Fulilian opened her eyes and looked at Philen with puffy cheeks in front of her with an innocent expression.

"Gu Meinie..."

"Lady Fulilian...you are really not reliable at all."

Philen helplessly looked at Fulilian who was trying to get away with it by acting cute, and complained from the bottom of his heart.