Adventurer of Many Professions-Chapter 149: Arya’s First Kill!

"Sylph!" Arya cried.

Luckily, Lorene had been prepared. She darted forward, catching Sylph before she collapsed.

Without hesitation, she pulled a small vial from her pouch, a Primary Magic Recovery Potion.

She popped the cork and pressed the bottle to Sylph’s lips, tilting it gently.

Sylph grimaced as she swallowed, then exhaled shakily.

"Are you okay?" Lorene asked, concern evident in her voice.

Sylph barely managed a weak nod. "I’m fine... but—"

Her eyes widened, snapping toward the village.

"They’re coming!"

Arya turned sharply, following her gaze.

The remaining Red-Eyed Crow, the last sentry on the rooftop, was no longer perched above them.

Instead, it was hurtling toward them, its talons outstretched.

At the same time, it let out a rapid, high-pitched screech—

"GAH! GAH! GAH!"

It wasn’t just attacking. It was calling for reinforcements.

A cold dread settled over Arya.

The crows inside the houses had heard that signal. They were coming.

But she had no time to think about that now.

The airborne crow was already diving at them, its glowing red eyes locked onto Sylph, the weakest among them.

Arya gritted her teeth.

She lifted her bow and fired—

Whoosh!

The arrow sliced through the air—

But the crow was watching her.

At the last second, it jerked to the side, dodging the shot with unnatural agility.

Arya’s breath caught.

Damn it!

She wasn’t used to fighting moving targets, especially not ones this fast.

Her short time as an adventurer, she had trained against stationary dummies and predictable creatures. Even her recent battle experience had been against enemies that stood still.

Now, for the first time, she faced something that could react faster than she could aim.

For a brief moment, doubt crept in.

Then; instinct kicked in.

Her mind quickly calculated the crow’s speed, the arc of its movement, the time it would take her to nock another arrow—

She reached into her quiver.

This time, she didn’t grab a Heavy Arrow.

She pulled out a Double-Edged Barbed Arrow instead.

The kind designed to latch onto flesh and tear it apart.

Arya bent her bow.

Took aim.

And fired.

The Red-Eyed Crow was less than twenty meters away.

One final chance.

If Arya missed now, there would be no time for another shot, no time for a second chance.

She steadied her breathing, her fingers tightening around the bowstring. The crow was locked onto them, talons outstretched, its blood-red eyes filled with murderous intent.

Then—

"Gah! Gah! Gah!"

A series of frantic cries echoed from the house in the distance.

The sound cut through the night like a warning siren.

The diving Red-Eyed Crow suddenly faltered mid-air, its wings jerking unevenly. A flash of panic crossed its crimson eyes, its movements turning erratic.

Arya didn’t hesitate.

She released the bowstring.

Bang!

The string snapped forward, the force vibrating through her arms as the arrow launched like a streak of shadow.

At this range, dodging was nearly impossible.

The arrow struck true.

Thunk!

It buried deep into the crow’s chest, punching straight through its thick feathers. The force of impact sent the creature tumbling backward through the air, its wings flapping wildly in a desperate, futile attempt to stay aloft.

Finally, gravity won.

The crow hit the ground with a heavy thud, convulsing in its death throes.

Arya let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

"Phew… finally," she murmured, wiping the sweat from her brow.

This was her first real battle against monsters, her first kill. The adrenaline still pulsed through her veins, her heart hammering in her chest.

But the Red-Eyed Crow wasn’t completely still.

It twitched, its body still struggling, its glowing eyes flickering with a dim, fading rage.

Arya’s grip on her bow tightened.

No hesitation.

She nocked another arrow, took aim, and—

Whoosh!

The arrow plunged straight into the creature’s skull.

Its body jerked once, then went still.

She exhaled deeply before turning back to the others.

"Sylph, are you okay?"

Sylph was already back on her feet, color returning to her face. She rolled her shoulders, testing her strength.

"I’m fine," she reassured with a grin. "More importantly; nice shot, Arya! You got that thing just in time!"

Arya rubbed the back of her neck, a little embarrassed. "It’s nothing compared to your Explosion Magic, Sylph."

Sylph chuckled, throwing an arm around Arya’s shoulder. "Hey, teamwork makes the dream work! Besides, I was sure we’d have to fight those things up close. But look at us! Clean execution!"

Arya laughed, feeling the tension start to ease—

Until Lorene spoke.

"Should we go help Raymond?"

The question hung in the air.

They all remembered the frantic cries from inside the house.

Raymond was in there.

And something bad was happening.

Arya’s gaze flicked back to the now-lifeless Red-Eyed Crow at her feet. That panic in its eyes before it died… it wasn’t because of them.

Something had happened inside.

And Raymond had acted.

"We need to move," Arya said firmly.

"Agreed," Sylph nodded.

Without wasting another second, the three of them sprinted toward the house where Raymond and the Red-Eyed Crows were.

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Inside the House – Just Moments Before

The shriek of the rooftop sentry had sent a ripple of unease through the house.

One by one, the Red-Eyed Crows stirred, their glowing eyes blinking awake.

Then came the explosion.

A thunderous roar shook the very foundations of the house. The floor trembled, dust falling from the wooden beams above. The walls groaned under the force of the blast.

Every single Red-Eyed Crow inside froze.

It was the perfect distraction.

Raymond moved.

Silent as a shadow, he was already behind his target.

The Red-Eyed Crow Leader, the largest of them all, was sprawled on a makeshift nest of old cloth and bones, its head turning toward the explosion outside.

It never saw him coming.

His blade gleamed in the dim light.

Without hesitation, he swung.

Swish!

The strike was clean.

One of the Red-Eyed Crow Leader’s massive wings was severed.

Blood sprayed across the wooden floor.

"GRAAHH!!"

The creature’s shriek was deafening, a mixture of agony and rage. It thrashed, knocking over furniture as it struggled to rise, its balance ruined.

The other Red-Eyed Crows turned at the sound.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then—

"GAH! GAH! GAH!"

A chorus of enraged cries erupted.

Raymond tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes narrowing.

The fight had begun.