Chapter 121: Ancarin’s Tears (2/2)

Dioh immediately tried to fire off the mouth cannon, but he was promptly interrupted by a kick to his butt…

You guys have fun with yourselves, I’m leaving…

With Ancarin in tow, I returned back to the carriage where our resident thief girl stood guard. As we still had the slumbering Duran to worry about, she remained behind to guard the carriage while we went for a stroll. She must’ve been bored to death by now.

As night fell, the hunters stopped their trap laying and returned to camp where a piping hot meal was ready and waiting for them. Tomorrow was the day of the battle, it could be at dawn or even in the afternoon, but either way, Dawson would definitely attack us tomorrow.

At night, Ancarin came to my tent unannounced and sat down uneasily beside me. She seemed slightly shaken up, her body and lips quivering silently for a while before finally managing to force out a question.

“Master, are we really staying behind?”

“Mhm.” I nodded at the quivering girl.

By now, all the low-grade enchanted gear that we didn’t use were all given out to the hunters for them to distribute amongst themselves. The four three-star warriors naturally had first pick after which the remainder was given to the strongest two-stars amongst them. George and the other three warriors all received an additional tool in the form of recovery potions and aura recovery potions.

It’s said that potions had a number of wondrous effects as well. There were potions that could strengthen one’s body temporarily, for example, your speed, endurance and power. Not only that, there was even a potion that boosted your defense by creating a layer of stone on your skin…etc etc. In short, there were a ton of potions with an equally large price range starting from ten gold coins to over thousands.

Unfortunately, we didn’t have such potions on hand otherwise our victory would’ve been even more assured.

The frightened girl leaned in hoping that would alleviate her worry. “But the enemy is so strong and…this matter doesn’t have any relation to us anymore…we’ve already given them our precious magical tools and potions, that’s more than enough.”

“But this matter started because of us so we mustn’t be too selfish, that’s wrong of us.” I smiled gently and softly ran my fingers through her hair. As she had just showered, her body still gave off a faint fragrance. Even though she was pregnant, it had only been one month since, so there was still no visible change to her stomach. Based on appearances alone, she was nothing but an adorable little lady.

Her mouth fell open at my unexpected reply. A second later, her surprised look changed to a slightly touched one: “Master doesn’t seem like a devil at all, you’re the kindest person I’ve ever known!”

“Devil…that’s right, I’m a devil.”

Speaking of that, it seems like I still thought of myself as a human. Facing off against devils, I barely batted an eye even after killing so many of them…yet when it came to humans…I tried my best to save those in need. Whether or not I was able to do so, I didn’t wish for anyone to die as a result of my actions. That was why I decided to stay behind; not just because of some sense of responsibility but also because of this bit of compassion.

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Compassion…a friend from China once told me: What makes a human a human is not his appearance but rather his compassionate heart. Without such a thing, what makes us any different from a bunch of beasts?

Back then, I didn’t understand what he said…but now…I think I do.

Just think of how we categorize benevolent people as “good people” and psychopaths as “beasts” or “monsters”. That’s roughly what that phrase means, at least in my humble opinion.

“Can I have a look at your face?”

I paused for a moment, pondering her request. In the midst of that, she reached forth and took off my mask. Staring at my crimson red skin, she sat there in silence for a long while before gently caressing my face, the tenderness in her actions showed just how much she cherished me.

“You’re always that beautiful…whether it’s your appearance or your soul…”

“I…”

Before I could reply, she closed her eyes and leaned in with her face slightly raised and her back straight. As her lips got ever closer, I could distinctly feel her warm breath washing over me. She had the distinctive scent of a woman on her. Perhaps it’s because she was no longer a virgin or perhaps it could just be my mind at work, but either way that scent didn’t seem as pleasant as Nicole’s, not that I hated it.

Was she trying to kiss me? What should I do…should I reject it or accept it?

Feeling her lips close in, I anxiously tried to come a decision. Whether I was going to avoid it or accept it, I should take a stance either way. Yet all I felt for her was compassion and not love. Even if I really wanted to experience the embrace of a female, I just can’t bring myself to take advantage of her…plus….my pee pee is still…should I reject her?

Just as I was about to make my choice, she didn’t pulled away from me, her eyes opened and glistened in the dark as drop after drop of what looked like pearls fell from her eyes…she’s….crying…?