*Hopefully this works!*
Feeling the mana levels of the people outside, Damien could feel that among the twenty, there was one third order, around five second order, and the remaining first orders and regular people.
A number, while not too big, but for any regular person or adventurer, encountering it would almost certainly mean your doom
However, Damien wasn't scared; rather, if he played his cards right, then these people could help him solve his major problem.
Thinking of this, he began to plan silently
*Bang!* Bang!*
"I said open up! Or do you want us to break the door down!"
"Boys, stand back, if these bastards don't open up, I'm going to blow this stupid carriage away!"
With another raspy shout, the bandit leader, feeling ignored, was gradually reaching the limit of his patience.
A situation which Damien just noticed and shrugged off, once he was done with them, they would never be able to speak again, much less shout
He might as well allow them to shout and be angry all they wanted.
So with that in mind, Damien turned his attention completely to Isabelle.
"Isabelle… I think I'll need your help"
*Cough!* *Cough!*
"I still haven't recovered from giving you the contact gem"
*Cough*
"I'm still not able to use my regular magic and abilities like before, and currently we're surrounded by bandits"
"I'll need you to clear them out so we can enter Silverwood"
Pretending to cough, decided to let Isabelle fight this time.
Yes, what better way to let her control her abilities than to let her use them in battle?
Fortunately, these past few days, he had been pretending to be seriously drained by his ability
Not for anything, just that he was feeling particularly lazy, plus he wanted to imprint a sense of sacrifice in his action
It could also help create a false sense of weakness in case anyone found out his ability and planned to use it against him
Attacking during his non-existent weakness period.
*However, all that is too far from now, plus I don't plan to let anyone know about the details of my contract ability or that it can be used almost without restriction*
*rather, I should focus on Isabelle's performance*
Thinking inwardly, Damien didn't give her a chance to reply before opening the door.
With a smile on his face and his hands behind his head, in Isabelle's shocked gaze, he stepped out of the carriage
"Wait a minute! We surrender!"
*Cough* *Cough*
"I'll give you everything you want, just let the person in the carriage go!"
Facing the bandits in front of him, Damien, pretending to surrender, had a slight smile on his face
*Alright, now show me Isabelle! Show me what a newly awakened half-demon can do!*
*not only that, but also show me, if you can still have that conviction to protect me as you said earlier and learn how to control your own power!*
Looking silently at the carriage, Damien's eyes looked deep as he silently waited for Isabelle to act.
Hopefully, she wouldn't disappoint him.
…....
[Isabelle Pov]
"Young master, what are you doing? Why did you step outside?'
"What do you mean by you surrender? I haven't even fought a mouse before. How do you expect me to win?"
Stepping out of the carriage to chase after Damien, Isabelle was completely shocked by the scene in front of her
Twenty men stood in front of her, each of them tying a red bandanna on their forehead, sword in hand and brown leather armour
At the centre, a bandit who had a set of gold teeth and a metal arm held a sword to Damien's neck
"What are you bandits doing? Let the young master go before I get angry," she yelled
Seeing Damien in such a position, Isabelle instantly began to get angry.
Feeling the aura they were emitting, she could tell most of them were not regular people
However, from the moment she took the contract gem, she vowed never to let her young master suffer harm again
In a moment such as this, regardless of whether she was strong enough, she couldn't afford to step back
If she dared to step back, she felt like she would remain a coward forever.
"Hey, you there, I didn't know there was such a pretty lady in the carriage?"
"Also horns? Are you some demi-human?" asked the bandit leader; however, seeing that she didn't reply, he continued speaking
"Fine, don't answer, not like it matters. I've decided, I'll take you as my wife after I kill this little grunt," he said, looking up and down at her in scrutiny
"However, seeing as you're wearing a maid costume, could it be that you're a maid and this kid is a noble?'
"But then why did he offer to sacrifice himself for you?"
"Or are you actually the noble, and this boy is your servant?"
Glancing at Isabelle and Damien in front of him, the bandit leader's eyes darted back and forth between them as his lust and curiosity began to rise
"Well, it's not like it matters, boys! Go capture my new wife! As for this kid, still kill him. If he is a noble, we can't afford to get caught!"
Giving the order, the bandit leader raised his hand, about to slice Damien's neck
However, before he could react, a huge pressure suddenly fell onto his back.
*Bang!*
In an instant, ten of the twenty bandits fell onto their knees, the remaining barely standing and with the bandit leader, while still standing, clenched his teeth under the sudden pressure
"Who did you say you want to kill?"
Feeling a surge of anger well up from within her heart, Isabelle's character suddenly changed
Her green eyes had once again turned ruby red, as she reached out to garb the nearest bandit
"Marry who?"
"Kill who?"
"How dare you waste our time on the road?"
Making each complaint, the surrounding temperature began to rise.
And with the nearest bandit still in her hand, unable to move under her pressure
Isabelle silently and emotionless whispered one word
"Burn!"
And as she said this, the bandit in her arm instantly burst into flames
"Arghhh!! help!!!'
"It hurts!!! It hurtss! It burnss!"
"Somebody help me! I'm on fireee!!!"
Screaming in agony, the lone bandit felt the greatest pain he had ever felt in his life as he clawed out his hair in agony
However, Isabelle remained emotionless as she turned her gaze toward the bandit leader
"kill…all…thosee…oposse…young…master…"
Muttering slowly, she readied herself to act, and Damien, seeing this, suddenly felt that something was wrong
"Damn it! Could it be that, like other half-demons, she's lost control?"
Muttering under his breath, through his connection, Damien felt like something was wrong with her current mental state
At this point, the only thing going through her mind was violence and rage.