Wildness and Masks-Chapter 89 – Practicing swordplay

That would fill the day, and he could also teach the girls some self-defense skills.

Ten minutes later...

"Wait, that didn't count, I wasn't ready."

Maggie rubbed her head where she had been hit, feeling a bit embarrassed.

How could she be struck by a girl who hadn't practiced swordplay?

'Guess I've gotten too used to hitting goblin heads...'

Ogre was a bit embarrassed too, having gotten carried away sparring with Mima.

He couldn't help but use his usual goblin-hitting technique.

"Let's go again, Geling has some talent."

Maggie felt it might have just been a fluke.

"Okay."

Ogre once again held the stick in front of him.

Picking up the weapon again, Ogre felt a bit of an itch in his hands, but after teasing Maggie for a while, he started to feel bored.

This kind of sparring didn't really hone his skills, and Ogre felt indifferent about it.

'If only Thran were here...'

Ogre was more accustomed to sparring with Thrandic, exchanging blows until exhaustion.

This time, he actually wanted to spar with Macal.

"Don't get distracted, Geling."

Maggie began to take it seriously.

...

Earlier, not far from Rock Town.

Fra extended his hand to call back the scouting white dove.

"Coo... coo coo!"

The dove perched on Fra's hand and cooed.

"A puppet wizard? No... it seems more like turning people into magic slaves... Hmm, and goblins?" After listening to the information brought back by the dove, Fra analyzed.

With the help of his companion's scouting and the hunter who had been observing from the hill, Fra confirmed the issue in Rock Town.

The hunters' caution was justified.

"Brother Fra, how's the situation? I think I heard you mention goblins?" another white-robed priest asked Fra.

He was the aid Fra had requested from the church.

After all, it concerned an entire town, and Fra had to be cautious.

"Perhaps it's not that simple, but I haven't sensed any strong energy fluctuations." Fra said after releasing the dove.

"Can you handle this alone?" the white-robed priest asked curiously.

"Probably, but I still hope we can resolve this matter together satisfactorily," Fra said seriously.

Then he removed the white glove from his hand—a magical tool that usually suppressed his power.

"Don't worry, I don't want to be punished."

The other white-robed priest removed the thorny belt from his waist and straightened it into a stick with his hand.

"Don't you use a sword?" Fra questioned his temporary 'partner.'

He didn't quite like this guy's attitude.

"Who says thorns can't kill?" the white-robed priest chuckled, "Let's just say it's sword practice."

"Then let's go."

Fra turned around and said without emotion—he didn't like to emphasize things repeatedly.

If the other party didn't listen, saying more was useless.

So after confirming his own state was correct, Fra chose not to pay attention to his disrespectful colleague and silently walked quickly towards Rock Town.

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"Tsk, always so cold, how can you spread the faith like that?" the white-robed priest muttered before following.

Despite his disdain, he still had to do his job.

After all, this concerned countless lives.

These dead commoners were a loss to the church and a failure of their shepherding...

...

"Finally, someone's here."

Sensing Fra's approach, a girl in Rock Town slowly opened her deep blue eyes.

If Gorler were here, he would recognize her as the human mage taken away by his teacher.

"The Church of Dawn... I thought those arrogant adventurers would come first."

The blue-eyed girl waved her hand casually.

Then, at that moment, everyone and every demon beast in Rock Town stood up.

"Just right for testing my new power." The blue-eyed girl curled her lips into a strange smile.

This body, as long as it could attract nearby strong individuals, would have fulfilled its purpose.

It's just a pity that the magic wasn't completed perfectly—due to the lack of stronger soul material, at most, it could control one town at a time from a distance.

But that's not a problem.

As long as time and powerful souls accumulate enough, she was confident she could unleash a disaster!

To pry open that long-desired magic web.

If it weren't for those foolish ogres and centaurs, she would have succeeded last time...

"Once I deal with these, I'll come for you, my dear student—Gorler, you'd better not let me catch you!"

She could have been more cautious, not so hasty, if Gorler hadn't left, she wouldn't have needed to act personally!

But alas, there are no ifs in this world.

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