MISTRESS OF FLAME

CHAPTER 33

"A demi-human?" the soldiers murmured to themselves, seeing Grath.

"Why is a filthy demi-human trying to do? Fight us?" one of the soldiers asked then chuckled.

Demi-humans were known for their brute strength, but against numbers of foes, they didn't stand a chance. And the soldiers knew that; that's why they were snickering at the demi-human in front of them.

But even hearing their insults and snide comments, Grath smiled. He could feel the flame inside him begging to come out and protect him. Ever since he started practicing how to awaken his essence without the queen's help, Grath had treated the flame essence inside him a partner and an ally. And now that its partner was in trouble, the flame wanted to come out and burn anyone who dared to defy its master.

"Let's go, partner," Grath muttered, and flames erupted from his claws.

The soldiers immediately became wary at the sight of flame engulfing the demi-human's body. They hadn't seen anything like it. Demi-humans didn't have an affinity with the elements.

"What's that?"

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"What's happening?"

"Is that demi-human wearing an item enchanted by the Druids?"

Hearing all that, Grath grinned. "Nope. This flame is given to me by Her Majesty, the queen."

"Who—"

Before the soldier at the front could finish his question, a flame claw slash ripped through him, and the last he saw was the demi-human's angry expression, his cold voice saying, "You are not worthy to ask for the queen's name."

As the soldier fell to the ground, ripped and burned, Grath released another flame claw slash, and the soldiers broke their formation to eliminate the demi-human. The human soldiers couldn't accept that a mere and filthy demi-human could kill one of them.

The soldiers had this notion in their head that the supreme beings of Azitera were humans since they had the largest numbers of population; it was taught to them since they were kids. But Grath, with his flaming claws, was about to prove to them that humans' superiority was nothing but an illusion to true strength.

Just as the soldiers was surrounding Grath, four arrows flew from the inn's window and hit four soldiers straight through the heart, making the soldiers step back and look at the inn's window warily.

"Soldiers!" the commander of the troop shouted. "Divide into two. One division for the demi-human and one division focusing at the inn!"

The soldiers immediately heeded the order and grouped themselves. The first group attacked Grath. Meanwhile, the other group was getting ready to siege the inn, but unfortunately, fireballs flew out from the inn's window, burning the soldiers who tried to climb it.

Seeing that the soldiers were at a disadvantage, the general and the imperial warlord finally decided to join the fight. Both knew that quantity could never beat quality, seeing the uncanny demi-human who could wield flame, an elf, and the Mistress of Flame.

"Be wary with the warrior wielding a dagger," said Hakkeran while jumping down to the ground. "He's with them."

"A traitor to our race?" Kar Drue's face darkened. "He's a descendant of Sappher."

Hakkeran shrugged and landed on the ground safely. Next to him was Kar Drue, who immediately drew his war hammer when he saw a cloaked figure step out from the inn's window.

"The Mistress of Flame is mine." Kar Drue's eyes narrowed at the cloaked figure. "You can lend a hand if you want."

Without waiting for the imperial warlord's reply, Kar Drue ran toward the inn and jumped high to meet the cloaked figure midair. With his war hammer raised, Kar landed his blow, but the cloaked figure dodged his attack. A smirk made its way to Kar's face, seeing the cloaked figure fleeing.