Chapter 20 (1/2)

Chapter 20: The Lonely Vagabond

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Celine was still quite young; she was only 17 years of age. Compared to Link’s image of her from the game, she looked a lot more innocent, less guarded and wary. Her powers, though far less powerful than before, were stronger than the norm.

Link tried to look at her information on the game interface, but all he got was a line of question marks. In the game, such a phenomenon only happened when players were more than 3 skill levels weaker than their targets.

Link now had the strength of a Level-2 Magician. Since Celine had used the Level-5 Obsidian Barrier Spell, Link inferred that she was at least Level-5.

Such power currently ranked her among the strongest 1000 throughout the Firuman Continent. It was enough for her to be a guest of honor at any kingdom.

Of course, this was all provided that she didn’t expose herself as a demon, the public enemy of the Legion of Light.

The multitude of Level-2 Dark Elf Assassins could do nothing with her there. Grabbing Link by the arm, she sprouted black wings and took off with a mighty flap of her new appendages.

The Dark Elf Assassins, seeing their target suddenly leave the protection of the shield, started raining arrows on them, but a sword of blue crystal suddenly appeared in Celine’s hand. She swung it around with incredible speed.

It was so fast that it appeared just like a light-blue haze.

The sound of the arrows being struck down by Celine’s sword rang out clear and sharp as the fall of rain. Not a single arrow breached her defenses.

Then, Celine shot up to more than a 300 feet above the ground, beyond the reach of the arrows, leaving the Dark Elves gaping in her wake.

Just ten seconds later, Celine landed atop Gladstone City’s clock tower. Link, still in a daze, just stared at her blankly.

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

The young maiden was captivating. Her red lips tweaked with the bare hint of a smile as she veiled her eyes and spoke with a voice as smooth as honey. She held an indescribable air about her.

Sweet, sweet evil. The description popped into Link’s mind as memories from the game flooded back to him.

In the game Legends, there were four famous beauties—the Angel of Light, Herrera, the Red Dragon Queen Gretel, the Elf Princess Milda, and lastly, the Demon Princess, Celine Flandre.

The four beauties, who had been chosen by the game players for their spectacular looks and style, were each extremely powerful.

The demon mistress’ personality, in particular, was like sweet poison. She was a goblet of enticing venom, drawing others deeper and deeper with her charms.

Celine’s smile widened as she read Link’s expression. She reached out and traced his face with her white, soft fingers. In a coy and enticing voice, she said, “What? Aren’t you scared? I’m a demon, you know?”

With that, she bared her little fangs.

Link finally came back to his senses. He shook his head slightly to clear his mind. “You saved me. Why should I be scared of you?”

In the game, the mission leading up to unlocking the Ultimate Boss, Nozama, had been a long one. Link and the NPC, Celine, had spent a long time together. He knew her inside and out. Though she had a penchant for pranks and had an eccentric personality, she definitely wasn’t one to kill without good reason. In that aspect, she drew a stark line between herself and the other demons.

Truth be told, she drifted around, evading her father’s lackeys because she didn’t want to be a true demon.

“Who said that I was saving you? You lied to me earlier. I’m very angry about that, I brought you out here to punish you!” Celine’s dainty brows grew tight. She placed a slender white finger in front of her face. Her dark eyes, though fixed on Link, danced around his face, as if she really was considering what to do with him.

Link wasn’t scared in the slightest, neither did he become complacent. Instead, he just waited patiently.

If he wasn’t wrong, the quirky young maiden was probably coming up with a prank.

His behavior made Celine feel as if she was reprimanding a porcupine—there was nowhere for her to get her hands on. It was a strange, new experience for her. In the past, everyone ran away in fright whenever she had shown her demon appearance, regardless of how close they might have been. Why wasn’t this human scared at all?

She circled Link. “Hey. I’m a demon. Can’t you at least give me a normal reaction to that?”

“No, you’re not really a demon,” Link shook his head softly, “The demon part is just on the outside. In my eyes, you’re still Celine, the kind girl who looked after me for a month after I broke my arm.”

Speechless, Celine was really cornered this time. The playful, evil air around her vanished, and her voice grew cold and distant. “Human, you’re not as naive as to think that I’d be swayed with just empty words of flattery, are you? I’ve seen many just like you—all so full of themselves.”