Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 196 (Part 1):

“Argh!”

A scream pierced the air as blood sprayed everywhere. The forest was filled with an artificial aura.

A misdirected sacred magic scattered as it collided with the ground, spreading up and sending stimulating ripples across the skin.

Alea felt a slight reaction all over her body. Normally, she would be deep in sleep, focusing on recovery.

But a stimulus too strong to ignore awakened her magic halfway. Not fully restored, but enough to open her eyes without much difficulty.

Her mental energy, drained from controlling the dungeon, had almost fully returned.

The three days Helmut had spoken of were a maximum estimate. It didn’t mean she couldn’t regain consciousness even in critical condition.

‘What’s this…’

Alea slowly lifted her heavy eyelids.

From afar came the sounds of slicing air, metal clanging, frantic footsteps, and cries and shouts. Her ears were bombarded with all sorts of noises.

Alea realized that a battle was taking place nearby. Her thoughts, which had been slowly turning, were now back to full speed.

‘Where is Helmut?’

She had told him to protect her, so he must be nearby. If he wasn’t, it meant something had forced him to leave. That must be why she had awoken.

As Alea tried to get up, she flinched. She sensed someone approaching with light footsteps.

She pretended to be asleep again, her fingertips twitching involuntarily.

If it was someone with ill intentions, she was ready to incinerate them with magic.

Cracking her eyes open slightly, she first saw white armor. The figure was moving cautiously, his expression anxious.

“A knight?”

Why was there a knight here? Could it be that Helmut was fighting with the temple?

At any rate, the conclusion was simple. The knight was an enemy, whether to Helmut or to Alea.

As the knight reached Alea’s feet, he turned to look towards the ongoing battle. He muttered coldly.

“This ends your rampage.”

Thinking he intended to take her as a hostage, Alea made her judgment.

Just as he was about to reach out to her, thud! An object flew from somewhere and pierced the knight’s side.

“Arrgh!”

Blood splattered. The damp liquid stained her robe, and the acrid smell filled her nostrils.

The knight fell sideways, frothing at the mouth, clutching the side where the armor was pierced by a branch that was quite long, with only the tip protruding towards her.

Despite the gruesome scene, Alea stayed still.

“Kugh!”

The knight struggled to remove the branch impaled in his side, attempting to heal himself, but he failed.

Thud! A second branch flew, piercing his eye. Blood streamed out of the burst eyeball.

The knight fell, shivering in death throes.

Alea, still stained with blood, had escaped the dire situation without lifting a finger.

Helmut, having taken down the knight, lowered his bow.

‘No movement. I think he’s dead.’

The situation seemed like something out of a war, and Helmut’s face showed no sign of disturbance.

He had sensed another knight sneaking to the side, attempting to take Alea as a hostage.

But the pressure from the front was too intense, and he had left her alone for a moment.

By the time the knight reached Alea, Helmut had already drawn his bow. Hitting the target was not difficult.

To shoot the bow with enough power to pierce the holy power-enveloped body and armor of a knight, a significant amount of Vis had been consumed.

Though successful in taking down the knight with two shots, the cost was high. His Vis was now less than half.

Ever since the battle began, his vis had been rapidly depleting.

Fighting the nights while protecting his body from the sacred magic was not easy.

To defeat the knight, piercing the armor enveloped in holy power, rather than aiming for the well-protected head, was necessary.

They coordinated well, and occasionally, a direct hit from their sacred
magic could be fatal.

To avoid that, Helmut had concentrated intensely.

‘If I don’t make a mistake, there won’t be any. There’s no room for carelessness.’

The battle was tough, as expected.

But even though it was tough, Helmut was managing quite smoothly, surprisingly even to himself.

Now, only five knights stood, all pale with fear of being hunted. Their faith in Lumen seemed insufficient to suppress their fear of death.

They did not flee because of the high priest urging them from behind.

‘I am stronger than I thought. Or have I become stronger?’

Even when he was in the Forest of Roots, he had not been in such a state. Then, he must have grown stronger.

All the experiences since leaving the forest of roots had made Helmut grow.

‘Alea should be safe for now.’

It was fortunate that she had not awakened. Helmut felt like a murderer, slaughtering the knights.

This blood-stained figure, he did not want her to see.

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