Jackal Among Snakes

Nikoletta stared down at a head. She had a strong image of Rovostar in her mind—big, brawny, bald, clean-shaven… but his time on the run made him grow both a beard and hair. And his big body was half-buried in the sand, bleeding even now. He hadn’t even been able to mount a defense—the elves were efficient. He and all his servants were dead. All they managed was a scream.

She had been envisioning this as some desperate struggle, but it was a complete slaughter. Most of that result was due to the man next to her. He was a wood elf and an A-rank mage, and he had been particularly zealous in helping her recover her father. Her father, Duke Enrico, was sitting off to the side, a little bloodied, malnourished, and ill-treated…but decidedly alive. And that was what mattered.

“Argrave told me there’d be a woman with them,” she looked at the elf who’d been so helpful thus far. “Georgina. Did you kill anyone like that? She’d be a mage.”

Every single one of the wood elves she’d seen had red eyes, but this man had rich green-blue eyes that danced like a pool of water. When she’d asked him, he said it had something to do with his A-rank ascension.

“I’m afraid not,” the elf said smoothly. “Only men in their number, I’m afraid. Or extremely ugly women. I don’t care to check…”

Nikoletta laughed through her nose quietly.

“I can say firmly no one escaped,” he added.

Nikoletta nodded. “I’ll ask my father about it, then.” She focused on him. “I have to thank you for trying so hard. I’m not sure that my father would have made it if not for you…” she trailed off slowly.

“Perhaps not,” the elf shook his head. “But I think it best that elves and humans cooperate. It’s in their best interest, wouldn’t you agree?”

Nikoletta nodded. “Indeed. And… what’s your name?”

The elf smiled broadly. “Dimocles.”

Nikoletta blinked for a few moments. She didn’t know anyone by that name, but… even still, it drew her attention for some reason. “That name… it’s from Vasquer, isn’t it?”

You can see these on my head, can’t

be propositioning her. “No thank you,” she politely refused.

swordfish you wear does fascinate me, but it seems a family heirloom. I can’t very well ask you to give it up.” He clapped his hands together. “Why

narrowed her eyes. “…sure, I suppose I can do that. I don’t know

friends in high places,” Dimocles smiled. “Anyway… I’ll give you some time alone

he walked off, and then turned back to her father the duke. She walked towards him eagerly, overjoyed to finally put

a tree out of sight, he retrieved a mirror to watch as he stroked his ears. As he stroked, they stretched a bit further out. After examining them in the mirror, he squashed them back

to go fine,” he

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a large chunk of the ants, sure enough, but the rest of them could reform

would not affect them as severely as other insects. It had no true weaknesses—not elemental, at least. And with things like this, it was

shouted. “Need you to focus on watching me, stop me from getting hit or snuck

Orion, meanwhile, put his hand

the side, while the other faced upward at the giant constructed of ants. Its

headache developing from focusing on so many things, and if he’d needed to focus on keeping himself safe this would have failed. He barely saw the earthenware titan—instead, there was

of feet long erupted out of his hand. The

him… but twenty B-rank spells of devastating power met it, cutting straight into the meat of their constructed body. It endured the power of the

hand back and try again. Twenty more whips came—crack, they echoed, the sound multiplied by the sheer volume of blows. Crack, crack, crack, they went, maroon tendrils spanning the battlefield to cut down

he fell to his knees, his concentration broken. All of the blood echoes returned to him. The [Electric Eels]

mass of blue-white destruction more than capable of killing most anything Argrave had fought before. They danced across the battlefield,

thought the eels’ slower speed compared to most electric magic would never be an issue. But these ants… when they saw the lightning coming, they must’ve separated. He had intended for the shock to spread through all of them, but they split apart, and only a large clump was hit. Hundreds burst into blinding light, but hundreds more fell to the ground unharmed. They