Lyra let out a heavy sigh, as if she were reluctantly holding onto some valuable information. "Alright, I'll give you directions. But you must escort me safely there. If you do, that would prove to me whether you're not an evil warlock, and I will pardon you for all your crimes."Sam squinted at her, a mix of suspicion and curiosity in his eyes. "Really? Wait, aren't you going to head back to Rivenburgs?""I have my own reasons," Lyra replied cryptically.Sam, not one to pass up an opportunity, approached Lyra and stretched out his hands. Lyra frowned at the gesture, but Sam, undeterred, grabbed her hand with his own. "Deal!"As they walked together outside the cave, Lyra pointed confidently, "This way.""You're quite confident for a princess who got dropped in the middle of nowhere. Have you ever been to this forest?" Sam asked."I haven't.""Then how do you know this is the way?""You can get direction from the sun," Lyra said."Ah, right. But do you realize now that I know the direc
He stood still, watching the fish thoroughly. When one of the fish was near the water's surface, Sam let a strong wind push. The fish flew out to the other side of the riverside, hit the ground, and wiggled desperately on the land. Sam grinned and did it a few more times. He blew the water again and again, catching seven fish of various sizes and types. A quick check of the system noticed that none of these fish contained any poison.Sam proudly took the fish to the princess, but Lyra didn't seem to share the same excitement. Instead, she remarked on how excessive Sam's actions were. He did realize he used quite a lot of force just for a fish, but he enjoyed it, so he didn't care."Hey, don't just sit around. Help me find some sticks to skewer these fish."There was a reluctant face Lyra gave to Sam, but she did lift her butt and help him.After skewering the fishes and collecting some dry wood, Sam commanded, "Give me fire."Lyra gave Sam a raised eyebrow."I've used my energy to get
"I-I'm the one who woke you up," Lyra stammered quietly.Sam's annoyance grew as he pressed for answers. "What's going on? Is there any danger?""No, not really," Lyra replied, avoiding eye contact."Not really? Why'd you wake me up then?" Sam demanded."I... I just... need someone to accompany me... I want to... to pee," Lyra mumbled, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment."All right," he sighed, taking her hand and leading her outside. "Do it there," he pointed to a secluded spot behind the cliffside, where a bush offered some privacy."Don't you dare peek," Lyra warned, shooting him a glare."It's too dark to see anything anyway," Sam retorted.As Lyra relieved herself, she kept up a stream of chatter to mask the sounds. Sam couldn't help but find it amusing. "Are you always this chatty when peeing?" he teased."No, I just want to make sure you're still there and so you don't hear me," Lyra replied hastily.After what seemed like an eternity, Lyra finished and darted back to the ca
With veins bulging across his body like taut cords ready to snap, the brute warlock unleashed a guttural roar that echoed through the air. Without hesitation, he charged toward Sam once more, his steps thundering like a stampede as he closed the distance between them.Sam braced himself, channeling his wind magic to anticipate the impending onslaught. As the warlock swung his massive fists with deadly intent, Sam reacted with lightning reflexes, stepping back to evade the first blow. But the sheer force and ferocity of the attack sent shockwaves rippling through the air, disrupting Sam's balance and threatening to knock him off his feet.The possessed warlock pressed on, his relentless assault like a tempest unleashed upon the grassy hillside. Sam danced nimbly to avoid each sweeping blow, the wind howling around him as he fought to maintain his footing amidst the chaotic whirlwind of battle.With each passing moment, the warlock's rage seemed to intensify, his attacks growing more fre
"System, can you narrow down the stat screen to only his name and energy?" Sam asked as he ran around his enemy. "Yes." [Name: Brute Warlock (?) Magic Energy: 4180/15500] As Sam continued to evade his opponent's relentless onslaught, he maintained his arcane skill with insignificant energy usage, allowing him to afford the sustained effort. Meanwhile, he realized a crucial reason why the brute warlock was rushing him non-stop. Through the lens of arcane insight, Sam observed the warlock's movements with heightened clarity. He noted the telltale signs of energy depletion as the demon within exerted its influence, causing the warlock's frenzied assault to become increasingly unsustainable. With each passing moment, Sam's confidence grew as he monitored his opponent's dwindling energy levels. [Name: Brute Warlock (?) Magic Energy: 2610/15500] It became evident that the possession was draining the warlock's energy rapidly, prompting him to hasten the end of the fight. Sam, however
"Get down! Get down!" she insisted as they approached Alefo city. "Why? We're already so close. It's faster this way," Sam reasoned. "We will attract too much attention!" Lyra protested. "Ah, right. I don't want that either. Last time I attracted attention, I was almost executed," Sam said, shooting Lyra a pointed glare. Sam landed about a hundred yards from Alefo, still within the cover of the forest. They proceeded to walk towards a road they spotted, eventually entering the city through its gate. Unlike the Rivenburgs, there were no strict checks; the guards merely gave them a glance and allowed them entry without delay. "Well, this city is certainly more welcoming than Rivenburgs," Sam commented, observing their easy passage. "You're trying to compare Alefo to Rivenburgs?" Lyra scoffed. "It's not even comparable. Rivenburgs is five times the size of Alefo. There's nothing of value here, and the city is small enough that it's easy to search if anything happens. The guards don'
Their bodies were inches apart, the tension between them palpable, like electricity in the air. Every movement seemed to bring them closer, their backs occasionally brushing against each other, sending a warm sensation down their spines and intensifying the sensual tension. Sam struggled to control his racing heartbeat. Lyra's intoxicating scent and the feel of her silky smooth skin under her nightdress against his own body only added to the challenge. He couldn't ignore the undeniable rise in his pants. He stole a quick glance at Lyra, who appeared equally tense in the situation. Realizing that their predicament would only prevent them from getting any rest, Sam made a swift decision. He got up and grabbed the blanket. "Hey!" lyra protested. "Shut up. At least I'm taking this," he asserted, finding a spot on the floor to settle down for the night. Lyra, caught off guard by his sudden action, remained silent, perhaps realizing the wisdom of Sam's solution. *** The next morning, Sam
The arcane insight skill then showed the stat of the flamboyant knight.[This is the stat of the subject in front of youName: Flamboyant Knight (?)Danger level: mediumSpeed: lowEndurance: lowMagic energy: 6300/6300 Equipment magic barrier: 10000/10000Magic affinity: windMagic weakness: fireKnown abilities: ????Stolen spell detected: 1 master level spell]As Sam delved into the stat revealed by his arcane insight, a sense of urgency washed over him. The flamboyant knight standing before him bore traits that hinted at a connection to the group that had stolen the old wizard's spell. Whether he was a member or merely in possession of one of their master-level spells remained unclear, shrouded in mystery that even the system couldn't unravel with arcane insight.With the knight's attributes laid bare before him, Sam weighed his options carefully. The knight's magic affinity and weakness played into his favor, yet the formidable equipment magic barrier posed a significant challeng