Now, Violet had to face the demon worshipper alone.
"I think she can do it."
Fifteen minutes later.
"Yeah… she's very strong." Hector clicked his tongue after witnessing her performance. It was hard to believe she could hold her own against that bastard with only three mana cores.
But when he thought about her blessing—the blessing of the War God—it no longer surprised him. Still, it wasn't enough, because he knew what made everyone in the novel always stay alert around demon worshippers.
A dangerous organization, one that could even surpass all powers in the world—it's just that they don't want to reveal themselves yet
He stood up quickly, narrowing his eyes.
"He's starting to use demon power."
Still, both of them were in bad shape. That gave Hector a chance to save Violet before Jack fully unleashed his power.
There was an abyss nearby. If he made that bastard fall down there, he could buy a bit of time to save Violet. With [Shadow Stepwork], he believed he was capable of fleeing from the demon worshipper.
Plus, if he saved Violet, she would owe him. He knew her traits very well—she never wanted to owe anyone. In the future, he might need her for something.
It was a risk worth taking.
He sprinted toward them and delivered a brutal kick to Jack, who was still dizzy and unsteady, sending him skidding across the ground and into the abyss.
''Fuck! It felt like kicking a steel ball instead of an actual human head''
It was understandable, as the enemy he had just attacked was a man with 5 mana cores.
Then he turned to Violet. She was on the verge of losing consciousness, yet still standing. Hector couldn't help but admire her—holding onto that kind of willpower in a fight this close to death.
But there was no time. She needed treatment immediately. Her wounds were severe. All her armor had shattered, exposing patches of delicate skin soaked in blood, a sight that could make any boy's heart ache.
"YOU FUCKER!" A sound of yell echoed in rage from behind.
Hector tensed as he felt the foul, suffocating mana of the demon worshiper.
"S-Sorry, we have to go. If he comes here, we're dead…"
Without hesitation—or embarrassment—he pulled Violet into his arms and fled, leaving the demon worshiper screaming in rage behind them.
As for Jack, it was the greatest humiliation he had ever suffered in all his hunts. He swore that one day, he would find Hector, flay him alive, and devour him to the core.
***
Hector gently laid Violet against a rock. Looking at her broken body, he frowned slightly.
She had been bleeding nonstop ever since he saved her from the demon worshipper. If he didn't give her first aid, she might die before reaching the academy.
"Sorry… I'm doing this to save you." Hector licked his lips awkwardly.
He tore away the remaining fragments of Violet's armor, exposing her bare torso and making his face turn red.
"E–E cup… It could cover half the sky."
However, the most sensitive part of her body was soaked in blood. Her shattered state broke his heart instead of stirring any crude feelings a young boy might have had.
"Tch. Guess the MC would go crazy if he saw me doing this," he muttered.
Hector clicked his tongue and pulled off his shirt, tearing it into strips for bandages. Then he quickly wrapped Violet's deep wounds.
Before long, the first aid was done, and there were no signs of bleeding anymore.
"Good."
Nodding in satisfaction, he quickly scanned the surroundings before lifting Violet up. He could tell that crazy bastard was looking for them. Staying in the green dungeon wasn't a smart choice.
While he was sprinting, he didn't know that Violet was blinking, quietly assessing him.
Luckily for Hector, he hadn't done anything dirty to Violet—because she had been awake for quite a while. She just couldn't move in her condition, so she pretended to be unconscious.
If Hector had molested her even once, she would have killed him. Yet his actions only left her confused.
"He's… changed?"
***
"VIOLET!" Carl screamed in fear, yet his expression quickly twisted when he saw Hector holding Violet in his arms. A bad feeling crept over him.
Behind Carl stood two professors. Clearly, he had asked the Academy for help.
Carl gritted his teeth, glaring at Hector, and asked in a harsh voice,
"Why are you here? What happened to her? Where's the demon worshipper?"
Hector smiled.
"We escaped from him… as you can see." He deliberately shifted Violet in his arms, making sure Carl noticed her—especially the bandages wrapped around her broken torso.
"I performed first aid on her."
Carl scowled at those words. That meant Hector had seen her bare body. A bitter, furious feeling flooded his mind.
His hands trembled as he clenched his fists, countless thoughts racing through his head. And that mysterious, sly smile on Hector's face made it seem like he had done something more. A surge of murderous intent rose within him.
"YOU DAMN! I'LL KILL YOU!"
"Stop!"
Instinctively, Carl froze. Under normal circumstances, he never obeyed anyone—except one person.
Violet.
"Put me down," Violet said coldly to Hector.
Hector flinched and lowered her at once, then asked,
"Y-You're awake?.. but when?"
Violet stayed silent for a moment before answering.
"When you began it."
Silence.
Then she turned to the two professors.
"I have a report about the demon worshipper."
The professors nodded.
"Alright. Let's return to the academy. We'll discuss this properly there."
Carl, who had been frozen in place, finally snapped back to himself. He turned to Violet and asked carefully,
"A-Are you okay?"
Violet hesitated for a moment before nodding. Even so, it was reluctant, as if she no longer wanted to say anything to him.
Noticing her reaction, Carl hurriedly explained, panic creeping into his voice.
"I-I went to get them to help you."
Violet frowned and sighed.
"Yes. Thank you for your help."
In the end, she turned her eyes toward Hector. She hesitated for a moment, thinking about what Hector had done to her.
He had kidnapped her sister and forced a kiss on her.
But the truth was the truth—he had saved her
"I'm going to repay it."
For some reason, seeing her attitude toward Hector soften made something rise in Carl's chest.
Fear. Jealousy… and doubt.
By accident, he blurted out a sentence that disgusted even himself.
"Y-You… you still love him… even after he molested you?"
…
Violet narrowed her eyes. For the first time, she looked at Carl with clear disgust. Then she sighed.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
She turned and stepped forward, then glanced back at Carl one last time.
"From tomorrow on, I'll clear the dungeon alone."
Soon, she walked away, leaving Carl frozen in bewilderment. It was as if his brain couldn't process the shock yet.
Until Hector tapped his shoulder, snapping him back.
"Good job, dude… you can't even imagine how sweet her lips are, or how beautiful her naked body is."
The veins on Carl's face bulged as he screamed in rage. Without hesitation, he threw a punch at Hector's face, cursing at the same time.
"MOTHERFU*KERR!"
But he only struck an afterimage—Hector had already vanished using [Shadow Stepwork].
Standing some distance away, Hector smirked.
"What a brainless idiot you are."