Chapter 167: Demoness of the Highlands (2/2)

After that Cecelia threw the piece of meat at the corner and wiped the blood off her hand with the napkin. She looked at the horrifying gazes of the bystanders and grinned. People felt cold sweat trickling behind their backs as her gaze fell on them. No one dared to make a sound until Cecelia remained in the tavern.

Only when she left did the tavern owner come in front of the corpse and examined it. ”Huh, what's this?!” he said with a horrified voice. The corpse was no longer a corpse, but a mummy, and there was no blood around or over it, as they had expected.

Cecelia didn't know that her tale would become famous after this incident and people would call her the Demoness of the Highlands.

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The two figures rushed through the woods, hand in hand, and covered in sweat and bruises. Breathing heavily and fatigue was apparent on their lovely faces.

”Fuck!” one of the two girls cursed as they tried to escape from the pack of the Short-Tailed Jackals. ”I never thought that a single Common Rank herb would make us so miserable.”

”Don't worry,” Elora said. ”We just need to escape from them, and then we will be able to heal ourselves.”

”I hope so,” replied Zelie.

”Grrr-grrr-grrr~”

Suddenly a jackal rushed towards them from the front. The duo didn't panic as this wasn't the first time they were dealing with such a situation. After many trials and errors, they had become a lot proficient in dealing with tricky situations like this. Zelie first acted and tens of fire arrows rushed towards the jackal that was intercepting their path. The attack wounded the beast but it was far from being fatal. It stood and again lunged towards the duo. This time Zelie didn't move and Elora attacked.

”Wound Rupture!”

The jackal froze as soon as she cast the spell. Then it started to roar furiously as if in agony. And before its companion could catch up to them, it burst into a bloody mist.