Dalachangba originally thought that as fellow heroes with the same goal, they should stick together. He never expected that before even leaving the Kingdom of Aulist, they would be going their separate ways.
"Hey! You with the sword!"
Dalachangba was walking at the front, following the map, when Freya's voice came from behind.
"What is it?" Dalachangba turned around, looking somewhat confused.
"I am the Crown Princess of the Kingdom of Ogilar. I see you have talent, so I'm giving you an opportunity to acknowledge me as your master and become my servant."
The pink-haired "Magic Hero" Freya spoke with an arrogant expression, as if becoming her servant was some supreme favor.
The Kingdom of Ogilar—Dalachangba had heard of it. It was a small nation slightly better off than Aulist, located in the southern seas of the Erylan Empire, a proper island nation.
Known for producing pearls and flowers, with its beautiful environment, it was jokingly referred to by bards as the "Flower of the Sea" or the "Pearl Country."
So this mage was actually the Crown Princess of Ogilar?
She had come from such a distant place.
Although her arrogant tone displeased Dalachangba, they were all heroes tasked with slaying the evil dragon, so he didn't want to make too much of it and simply refused:
"I apologize, Lady Freya."
"I have no interest in becoming your servant. I have only one goal, and that is to kill the evil dragon."
"Hmph."
Freya snorted coldly in disdain, her eyes turning dangerous.
She had been pampered since childhood, always treated like the center of the universe.
At the age of 8, she awakened her talent and received the legacy of the Star Archmage from the kingdom's treasury.
It should be noted that Star Archmage was the strongest magical profession from ancient times.
Compared to ordinary mages.
Star Archmages could store spell slots in advance, making them more convenient in battle.
They were essentially spell bombardiers.
Now, she, Freya, Crown Princess of Ogilar, genius magical girl, had invited a lowly commoner to become her servant, and he had actually refused?
Where was she supposed to put her face after this?
But there was a problem.
She had observed Dalachangba in battle.
His strange explosive power and speed terrified her.
If conflict broke out now, even with the help of the "Healing Hero," she might not be a match for Dalachangba.
"If there's nothing else."
"I'll be on my way."
"Dragon slaying is a long process, and it's impossible without adequate preparation."
Seeing Freya's silence, Dalachangba turned around to leave.
Different paths, different goals.
His time was precious.
"We will meet again."
Freya's cold voice came from behind.
"You can't kill a dragon alone. Without a mage's help, you'll barely be able to penetrate a dragon's scales. When that time comes, you'll be crying and kneeling, begging to become my vassal... Just wait and see."
Hearing this, Dalachangba's figure paused momentarily, his hand gripping his sword tightly, but he still resolutely walked away without looking back.
"Damn it! Lowly swine!"
Freya trembled with rage and slapped the Healing Hero Keyar across the face.
"Useless trash who only knows recovery spells! The thought that garbage like you is not only my personal guard but now a fellow hero makes me sick to my stomach!"
"If it weren't for you being such trash, would I need to recruit that swordsman?"
Freya cursed angrily while delivering a series of punches and kicks to the Healing Hero Keyar who was squirming on the ground.
She didn't hold back at all.
Each blow was aimed at the man's vital points.
However, while Keyar screamed in pain, he also emitted pleasurable dog-like yelps.
"How pathetic."
Freya's boot pressed against Keyar's face, grinding down hard.
Her expression was frenzied and fierce, but after venting, the anger from Dalachangba's rejection had mostly dissipated.
Keyar, like her, was a citizen of the Kingdom of Ogilar, though he was merely a commoner.
This lowly swine had an extremely special ability, simply put, to help people recover from injuries, but this recovery ability was extraordinary.
It was more like a rule-based restoration.
Restoring everything to its original state.
Incomplete bodies, depleted spirits, drained mana—all could be recovered.
However, this powerful ability came with a price.
When using "Recovery Arts,"
Keyar would experience all the pain that the healed person had endured.
And after using the recovery arts,
Depending on the level of pain, he would fall into a prolonged mental collapse until he passed out.
In plain terms, using recovery arts once would incapacitate him for a long time.
Back in the capital, the first person Keyar treated with "Recovery Arts" was the sword master of Ogilar, after which he was tormented by all the pain the sword master had experienced and collapsed.
When he woke from his coma, he immediately went on strike, refusing to use recovery arts.
To make this lowly swine continue serving her, Freya controlled Keyar with special drugs, turning him completely into her slave.
And due to the effects of these special drugs, although Keyar would still suffer mental collapse, he could now use recovery arts beyond his limits.
Over time, he would certainly go insane.
But Freya didn't care about any of this.
The end justifies the means had always been Freya's life motto. Although they both had powerful magical professions, she had never respected Keyar.
Because she felt there was no need.
Trash should know its place.
"Stupid dog, use recovery arts to get up yourself, and go find us a place to stay."
Freya viciously kicked Keyar in the stomach, and he hurriedly used recovery arts to get up from the ground, then went "woof woof" like a dog as he carried out Freya's orders.
"What a stupid dog indeed."
Freya's face revealed a morbid cold smile.
She had no intention of immediately heading to Silvermoon Forest to slay the dragon. This duel organized by the King of Aulist had revealed quite a few talented individuals, and she wanted to find a way to recruit these experts under her command.
After all, killing an evil dragon with just two magic-based professions was simply a pipe dream.
She needed more meat shields and cannon fodder.
"Just wait. Once I get the dragon's heart, advancing as a Star Archmage won't be a problem anymore."
"Even in this age of declining magic, I'll have a chance to reach legendary status!"
Freya sat with one leg crossed over the other, her pale green eyes burning with the fierce flames of ambition.
...
Silvermoon Forest Dragon's Nest.
It was nighttime, when monsters became restless.
Su Nian was standing solemnly at the dragon's nest, facing a group of monsters, delivering a unique lecture.
The lecture focused on two main topics: "The Importance of Family Planning for Monsters" and "Is There True Love Between Same-Sex Individuals?"
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