The Villain's Story

Chapter 669: [669] Dangerous Knight(2).

He was dragging Edward along, grabbing him by his hair. The lad was trying his best to escape, but it was useless under that knightʼs titanic grip.

Alexander grew alarmed, ready to strike at any moment, as the Knight came to an abrupt stop in front of them.

He dropped Edward to the ground, who got up almost immediately. He didnʼt try attacking, however, having learned a lesson.

The knight stood in between them all, and reached forward to grab Olivia, but Alexander grabbed his hand first.

Olivia wondered who would win between the two of them, but the sparks that could be seen between them were not a good sign. She didnʼt want him to get hurt for no reason at all, fairly certain the knight wouldnʼt kill them.

Whether those sparks were her own imagination or Alexander preparing an electrical attack was a mystery, she ignored it and stood up, looking at the knight with confusion.

ʼDoes it understand us?ʼ She wondered if it would understand human tongue, unfortunately, she wasnʼt a dragon and neither was the knight, and she wasnʼt eager enough to learn whatever language spirits spoke.

She could call her own spirit, but her spiritʼs rank was too low for it to be capable of communication. She hadnʼt focused much on it. Arkenʼs Terra Damnum course didnʼt include spiritmancy.

The knight freed himself by phasing his arm through Alexanderʼs grip. It caught Alexander by surprise, but the knight raised his hands before he could make a move, indicating he was not here for a fight.

Picking up Oliviaʼs rapier at the side, he used it to... draw in the snow beneath their feet. He made two arrows, one pointing at Edward and one towards Olivia. Then, he started to write.

Alex, Emma, Olivia, and Edward peered in, trying to see what he was trying to write and surprised. It was English, albeit crude and simple.

The letters were malformed and sometimes displaced, but it was not that difficult to understand what they meant.

[Spirit. Good. More. Aura. Warrior. Bloodline.]

Those six words were misspelled, and horrible to look at with the knightʼs writing, but understandable. The words Spirit, Good, and more were beneath the arrow pointing towards Olivia, while the otherʼs beneath the one pointing towards Edward.

The knight continued to write, but this time, he wrote actual sentences instead of words.

[More spirits, contract them, higher rank.]

He wrote under Oliviaʼs arrow. She looked at him with confusion. Contract more spirits? She couldnʼt do that, most awakened could only contract one. Was she in the demographic that could contract more than one? That was a surprise.

ʼI guess a spirit would know more...ʼ

She had never tried it, and wasnʼt even interest in spirits all that much. The silver snake she had wasnʼt all that useful in combat, so he never paid it much attention.

[Contract me, and one other.]

He wrote, and moved towards the arrow pointing towards Edward.

[Aura, Teach you aura techniques, low, but great. Fighting, too.]

He was really struggling... but he was also gradually getting better at it.

[Bloodline, not know. Study yourself.]

She realized that all this time, the knight was simply trying to gauge out what they would be good at instead of what she was thinking. She felt a little ashamed, jumping to conclusions that the Knight didnʼt know how to train them.

”How exactly do I contract other spirits here? I donʼt have the resources to make a spirit summoning circle.”

While, she had been taught how to make one by her grandfather, and the materials required were relatively simple. She didnʼt have them right now.

She doubted if they were available in this cold, desolate planet that was apparently a metropolis.

ʼMetropolis, and there is nothing in sight for miles...ʼ

She wondered why that wolf would even say that... Discarding it, she really had no idea how she was going to acquire the materials required to make a summoning circle. She didnʼt have enough mana to brute force the process, and neither was Alan here, who could conveniently make a portal to Earth where she could get what she needed.

The knight started to write again.

[Touch. Me.]

His writing was definitely better, but the usage of his words and vocabulary were not. He may not be making any mistakes like before, but he was making other kinds of mistakes now. Wording had to appropriate, lest it be misunderstood.

He moved his hand towards her, intending to shake her hand, and waited. Olivia sighed, knowing she couldnʼt exactly blame the knight. She didnʼt know how he learned their language and from where, but it required some work.

Trusting him, she raised her hand as well, interlocking it with the Knightʼs. She felt her mana being drained at a rapid pace, and was about to fall over before Alexander supported her. The process was relatively quick.

The knight had gotten smaller, no longer towering above them, and was now similar to Alexander in height. He also gained a feather made of blue flame connected to his helmet. It was a strange flame, one that didnʼt provide any warmth.

The sudden depletion of her mana was gone, and she could stand without help again. She actually felt reinvigorated, and less cold. As if her resistance had been upgraded!

Her snake spirit had been summoned as well, without her volition. It slithered towards the knight and climbed up his body, wrapping around his arm.

”Ah, I can finally talk now. It was such a pain just writing, you know? But your language was surprisingly simple! Iʼm a master at this kind of thing!”

They heard the most pleasant voice escape his helmet. It was kind of a shock, considering it contrasted his appearance completely. Everybody looked at him in shock, and he looked

around.

”Well, I admit my body is great but please stop... You are making me blush!”

They stopped immediately, and their gazes of shock were replaced by those of disgust. The

knight sighed.

”Huh, not the humorous type, eh? A spirit canʼt even crack a joke, tsk tsk.”