My Parasite Skill System - Chapter 110
I was just kneeling down next to that previously fighting unconscious prince of Rinceville.
I’d sneaked all my way up to him; the knight to the left of the row still had managed to hear me, though.
“No…! Where are they?…” and he began examining his surroundings as if he wasn’t blindfolded.
Then, it was my claws’ turn.
They sneaked under that very prince’s exposed throat.
Silently, without further delays, I placed my index finger on his skin, and slash!
“No way … the prince…!”
Blood gushed forth in palpable quantities.
It isn’t fun that way.
Ring!
❮Quest: 23/30 enemies dealt with.❯
But it proved productive.
Ring!
❮The Player has reached level 39.❯
Oh!… and it’s been a long time, you.
There were still enemies left.
I got up at once again, then got before the paladin next to him; he was heavily armored.
“Curse it, curse it, curse it, curse it…!”
Busy muttering these words repeatedly to himself, I didn’t quite want to disturb the man … but well–a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
–How would I go about executing him?
He was panicked and kept fidgeting.
I made no sound. He was blindfolded, so it was cool, really, I just had to keep it down.
My hands dangerously approached his head–he moved right away, “Wicked creature!” he shouted.
And I sighed.
They keep calling themselves wicked, vile, bad, vicious, and so on so forth; but in the end, isn’t it just what they call ‘power’ that is and brings about wickedness into the world?
And isn’t everyone potentially powerful?
Depending on the circumstances, everyone can … should … and will be wicked–I understood that just too well.
My sigh was long, but came to an end, finally.
He did his best to prevent me from killing him, and he did well, really.
“Curse this life!”
I didn’t want to blow up his head … what should I do?
Turning towards my two new friends Tattooed and Chief–but they just passively were observing me, now, as if assessing, for some reason.
I gestured to the fidgeting knight with my chin, calling them in or something, without saying a word.
The chief nodded. Tattooed took off one of his orcish daggers–I very much so was fond of the design–and tossed it for me to grab it.
And I simply did receive it, giving him a smile.
On a side note, as I could be friends with them, it was a genuine smile.
Anyway, the orcish long dagger (it only was long because I was short) flew towards me–my hand snatched it in the air; then I turned back to the weeping crowd.
Against a dagger, the aged paladin couldn’t really continue his putting up a fight.
He died quickly.
❮Quest: 24/30 enemies dealt with.❯
Be it him (though he died just now) or the others as they started all to weep, curse, or tremble.
He’d alerted all the blind ones with his loud cursing and struggling.
But doing away with them all didn’t last long.
❮25/30❯
I wanted to do something proper, at first, but now, well, I didn’t want that anymore.
Using that good old <Chain Attack> Active Skill, I just about pluck the fruits.
Slashing here and there; let the humans know to relax too; it will soon be over.
❮26/30❯
This place didn’t take long to go from to tense, neat, though crude to blood-soaked, gory, and murderous.
It felt weird, somehow.
❮27/30❯
It wasn’t like I was the only one, doing this alone, in this place at someplace far and isolated, very, very late at night, in complete privacy, like a madman of some sort.
No, no.
❮28/30❯
They were all with me … well, not all of them, no, since some of them had just left at some point.
But mainly, they stayed here.
Without even landing me a hand or something. I didn’t ask nor did I need their hands to help with the business they entrusted to me. It was just normal. But it still felt weird, though.
And giving my long dagger at them, here and there, it was indeed soon to be finished with.
❮29/30❯
But then again, who am I to even tell what is bizarre from what isn’t?
The last captive had resigned himself. Pressing his lips against one another, with thick drops of sweat rolling down his forehead and temples; he gulped.
❮Quest: 30/30 enemies dealt with.❯
I didn’t wish to make it too long for him. The quicker would be the better. It wasn’t so fun when they don’t put up a fight. I ended it quickly, just like the other.
❮The quest: ‘Killing foes’ has successfully been completed.❯
And the quest had been completed properly.
❮Quest: new instructions: … ❯
As for the new quest’s instructions, they’ll have to wait.
Leaning in as he died right on the spot, he embraced the floor situated right in front of my feet as if prostrating.
I didn’t like it.
So, with one foot, I gently brushed it aside and let him lie down on his left flank, staring off into either the void or the two orcs, who still were peering over to my side; Chief and Tattooed.
Ring!
❮A new quest has been found.❯
❮’Becoming an adventurer!’: the Player has mingled and taken part in Rinceville’s kingdom’s war against the city of Ladafar – let the Player then continue this affair.❯
… Ah?
❮’Becoming an adventurer!’: collect the head of one of Ladafar’s army leaders and head over to the Guild – it can be exchanged for gold.❯
(Author’s note: let the reader note that, in this book, the word ‘gold,’ as used in the present context, will not mean actual gold. The currency in a general way is called gold: coins of bronze, silver, and gold.)
❮Quest’s instructions: collect the head of one of the army leaders: 0/1❯
❮1 army leader nearby detected.❯
… Sure. And I’ve noticed that it’s always the same. At this point, I should learn to stop reacting dumbfounded each time.
… “Sure, Guide, (what even is an army leader?) I’ll do that when I can,” I muttered spitefully to myself.
Ahem.
The matters of here were to be dealt with at last.
I turned my heels on the bloodbath and abruptly turned to the orcs.
With a light pair of legs, I then worked my way up to them. They weren’t far. I quickly arrived before them both.
My clenched fist was gripping still onto that orcish dagger–I held it out in the air towards Tattooed.
His big fingers were brought down to me, but he didn’t take it back.
Instead, what the fingers did was, wrap themselves around my ball-clenched fist, tighten their grip upon it, and refuse the dagger as they slid it back to me.
His tanned reddish lips then rather meekly muttered, “That is gift–a gift…”
And I said nothing. The dagger was stylish and kind of cool but I didn’t really want it. I already had my cool glittering short sword, after all.
I didn’t want to accept the dagger, but I’d have been embarrassed to refuse him, I think.
Oh!
Hold on a second, though: “Gift, gift!… as in, gift no price?” my eyes grew to their fullest. Full and round. I didn’t quite think of it that way; it’s free, right?
And solemnly his head underwent a combo of five light nods.
I smiled again … and said thank you.
Seeing it this way, it’d be a different matter, right?
And my belt could handle one additional weapon, I’m sure.
I let it go there, that newly obtained long orcish dagger. I’m sure it’ll prove useful in the future, heh, heh, heh.
But now, I already had a weapon, back then. And so, I came to think of the following: where was it, this short sword, by the way?
I asked them for my short sword back. I didn’t know where they put it. The chief looked at Tattooed, said a few words, and withdrew right away to someplace else.
I’m sure he’d come back.
Just as it was natural, I understood they’d be giving me back my weapons. They didn’t say a thing about it, but it was understandable. I decided I’d wait before I go.
I and Tattooed were left together.