My Girlfriend is an S-Class Adventurer-Chapter 45 Throwing-Knives

Shaaaac! A throwing knife slashed the throat of Letícia, who managed to find enough time to step back and hold the bleeding with her hand.

Attentive, Luke emerged from the shadows behind the black-haired woman and spoke: "You're still alive, that's good... I need to ask you some questions."

As she held the bleeder with her left hand, in her right hand she held a purple grimoire, and on its cover were three circles.

With a weak voice, she answered him: "Ha... I was warned about someone strong in that case, I just didn't imagine it would be a half-beast."

Without the hood, the half-wolf's ears were so obvious that even his bulky hair couldn't disguise it.

"They warned you? So, there are superiors? Look, I would expect no less from a growing sect." Luke said as he drew his sword.

Letícia arched her eyebrows and took another step back. "You... already know about us?"

The boy didn't answer her, he just kept staring at her.

"So, he told you about everything... I knew we should have gone after his family first, to give the message."

The beautiful moonlight that night illuminated the rooftops of that hollow neighborhood, and that glow elucidated the angry expression that flashed across the half-wolf's face upon hearing that sentence.

Without saying a single word, Luke began to walk toward Leticia. As his steps broke through the clay tiles, the man took a deep breath and, in a single movement, shortened the distance between them.

His sword strike reflected off something and surprised the boy, who expected to kill her easily. Now, where the throwing knife first cut, there was a shield of crystallized blood.

A cheerful face appeared, Leticia's face, after understanding that Luke had not expected this.

"Looks like he didn't tell everything about us after all." She said with a satisfied smile. Soon after, she opened the book in her right hand.

The half-wolf didn't want to test her cursing skills, since he saw a small demonstration of her power when not even a stroke of his sword could cut through her hardened blood.

Because of Luke's quick onslaught, Letícia quickly closed her grimoire and shouted:

"<Lance of Exile>!" Then, from the palm of her left hand, came a stake of blood, over half an inch long, which was fired at the boy.

His reaction was not quick enough and the stake hit him just below his shoulder. However, this small cost was outweighed by the reward Luke got next. The curved saber was masterfully used by that half-beast, who drove it into the belly of his opponent.

Phft! Leticia spat blood on Luke's arms and instinctively released the grimoire.

"A witch versus a knight... Phft! I knew I didn't stand a chance since I was surprised by you."

Luke withdrew his sword and held the woman's limp body. "Why did you choose this path?" he whispered in her ear.

Letícia smiled and replied: "Power, of course... Phft! The curses... they are extremely stronger than ordinary abilities granted by genes... Even though they can't compare to an epic ability, they are still quite str..."

Immediately, the boy carefully placed the woman's body on the roof, towards the moon, as he understood that although she probably wasn't a good person, the scars on her face showed much more than her experience, but also her bravery.

'Lucky I made it back in time. Now I have to check on Kriolo.'

After making sure that the brute's family was okay, Luke left Nathalia in charge of taking care of the house, Kriolo's wife, and a couple of children.

Looking at the situation from above, Luke saw ten people standing in front of the morgue, all completely in black. From the hoods they all wore, it was impossible to mistake them for any ordinary civilian.

'Ten? If they are mages, it will be impossible to fight with only one arm.' Thought the boy, looking at his pierced shoulder. Although there was a lot of blood coming out, Luke knew that it was not fatal. 'Another scar for the collection.'

Being used to acting reckless, even though he knew there was a great risk, Luke threw himself in the middle of all those hooded men.

Luckily, most of those acolytes ran when they saw him, and those who decided to fight were immobilized by having their legs cut off. He chose not to kill them, since he would need information. f𝚛e𝚎𝘄𝒆𝚋𝚗𝚘ѵ𝑒𝚕.𝑐𝘰𝑚

As Draco walked out into the street, dragging Kriolo by the collar of his shirt, he saw his acolytes agonizing in pain on the ground. ƒ𝒓e𝐞we𝚋𝙣ｏ𝚟𝚎𝘭.co𝙢

"What the fuck happened here!? And where's that bossy bitch!?" He shouted, irritated.

Beside the hunchback's feet was a man with a scruffy beard and a toothless grin, who held tightly onto the bar of Draco's pants and crawled away as he said:

"Leader, why didn't Chaos feed me when I needed it? And you? You didn't even listen to us."

Draco gave in to the man's whining and, without blinking, stepped on the wrist of the groveling man.

"What the hell happened here?" he shouted and dropped Kriolo, whose fall produced a muffled thud on the dry sand floor.

"Shouldn't you take better care of your guests?" said Luke with debauchery. He was standing next to Draco, but the man had not even noticed his presence.

'Where did this guy come from? My <Chaos Vision> didn't even detect him.'

"What? Did you forget how to speak?" The half-wolf inquired, as soon as he removed his hood and revealed his fuzzy ears.

"Who are you?"

"First, I'll be the one asking the questions. Second, you must answer only when I allow you to."

"What the fuck do you thi—" Zim! The buzzing sound, made by the damping of a throwing knife, haunted the ears of the hunchback, who became quiet on the spot.

"Now you understand what I'm talking about."

'How did he do that? His hands didn't even move, how did he throw that?'

Draco's hands were shaking with excitement because it was the first time in months that he was scared. With no further alternatives, the man inquired to the half-wolf:

"Wouldn't you like to join the Chaos Followers? If you train hard and learn some curses, maybe you will become one of the Seven Servants one day."