I Was Kicked Out of the Hero Party and the Elves I Raised Are Obsessed With Me

38 . Cassandra, the twisted warrior’s conviction

Olivia asked as she prepared her arrows.

“What should I do? Are you going to kill me right away?”

“No, no. Even my dad would think it strange if I asked him to go to the same town one after another. We’ve figured out the location anyway, so let’s keep an eye on it.”

No one disagreed with Stella’s opinion. Even though Olivia was her eldest daughter, she tended to raise her hand to Stella’s opinion, and Elia, who at least had a different opinion, was distracted from thinking of the happy times with her child. In the first place, Noah had never properly expressed her own opinion, but she couldn’t resist Stella’s sharp words.

As if feeling sorry for Olivia, she opened her mouth, touching only her bow.

“Sorry. She wanted to see what kind of top it was.”

“Be patient. The opportunity will come soon.”

Rihanna, who was listening to their conversation, carefully raised her hand and gave her advice, not advice.

“Hey… I know you guys are strong, but you’d better watch out for Cassandra.”

Stella pinched Rihanna’s cheek with her sneer.

“Puppy, do you still not trust us?”

Her cheeks were caught and stretched like rice cakes, and Rihanna desperately countered with her childish leaky pronunciation.

“Oh, no. It’s not that I don’t believe…. Cassandra is a sorceress so strong that she was once called the hope of mankind. That’s what makes you careless… I thought it wouldn’t be good.”

Noah tilted her head and said briefly in a puzzled tone.

“Careless?”

Stella released her hand from pinching her cheek, and she tapped her on the cheek.

“Puppy, it’s admirable to see us worrying, but I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“Even though we look like we’re playing, we’ve never been caught off guard. Not once, including when I caught you, when I caught a drunkard named Helga.”

“Why?”

Pure curiosity, seeing the power of the elves to kill bandits from the side, Rihanna couldn’t understand.

There was no reason for them to do their best against humans.

Stella twisted her hair and answered in an uncertain voice.

“Isn’t it more fun to fight with all your might?”

“Is there such a thing? A lion does his best when catching a rabbit, so you can think of it as the same thing.”

As expected, these elves can’t understand. Rihanna shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

She couldn’t understand it, but she could see that they weren’t all evil.

Rihanna’s long-held fear of Cassandra has long since disappeared.

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There was an incessant sound of flesh hitting her back alley.

A young man in a village, a middle-aged man with wrinkles on his face and a sagging belly, tired of his wife, a beggar without a good job, young people from out of town who heard rumors.

In an insignificant back alley, it was forming a city of gates.

There was only one reason.

Being able to covet the body of former warrior Helga at will.

Even if the best chefs in the country were serving food for free, there would not have been a line like this.

The person behind him raised his voice during prolonged s*x with a toxic person.

“Gee, let’s think about the people behind us!”

There was no way I could hear that sound.

The man held his waist tightly, clutching Helga’s bobbing chest with both hands.

Helga put her hand on a wall full of graffiti and moved her body in line with the man’s movements like a doll.

There was no pleasure in her expression. No, she didn’t even show emotion.

She forgot to think. Elia’s cursed body couldn’t get any pleasure from doing things with men, and only her terrible stench covered her body.

Still, she can endure it because a man’s semen brings a better oblivion to her than alcohol.

The man’s body trembled as if to signal the end of her long s*x, and he roughly grabbed Helga’s hips.

The man pulled back his waist, tidied up his disheveled shirt, and pulled up his pants near his ankles. The man rolled a small bottle of wine in his coat pocket to Helga, who was sitting on the floor with her legs loose.

“Now, it’s a reward. Next time please It’s definitely because he’s young, and his chewiness is different from his wife’s.”

The man left the spot with a satisfied expression and a hearty laugh.

With her trembling hands, Helga picked up the drink that the man had thrown at her, and quenched her throat.

Before she could take two sips of her drink, the man behind her grabbed Helga by the wrist and pulled her up.

“This one has been waiting for hours… ! That f*cking old man, why did you come here when you can’t stand up well?”

“Ah….”

Helga let out her dejected voice as she watched the bottle spilling her precious drink on the floor.

The man pushed Helga against the wall, roughly undoing the belt on his trousers.

“I’ll buy you that drink later, so hurry up and open your eyes this way.”

Yes, if it was fate anyway, I had no choice but to accept it.

The moment I tried to entrust myself to dirty men with a feeling of desperation, a strangely bright energy covered the back alley.

A woman pushed her foot into a space full of men.

“Helga?”

Her questioning voice, Helga, knew its owner.

Cassandra checked her Helga’s face and her eyes widened.

Cassandra frowned at the sight of Helga rudely accepting a man’s s*xual desire on the street without even finding an insignificant inn.

“What are you doing here?”

Helga, who was white and covered in man’s semen that clung to her body like a scab, recognized her Cassandra, but she couldn’t utter the words.

“Ah, ah….”

Cassandra shook her head and approached Helga slowly.

“I thought you were a useful guy, but you can’t help it either.”

Cassandra’s looks were enough to attract people to her.

Helga and the people who were waiting for their turn to cook her rice cakes gathered around Cassandra.

“What, do you know this lady?

The number of creatures is important. It was not only applicable to humans, but also to animals roaming in the wild.

She usually exaggerates her own skills, and believes that the exaggerated skills are her original skills.

As a result, she made her do brave acts that she would not normally do, and she does not have the slightest thought that she would be the victim.

That was their signature.

She was no longer of the opposite s*x in the group.

They saw Cassandra as a doll that could be treated just like her helga, more than she was anything less.

Cassandra was about to place her hand on her overflowing breasts and gently curved hips, when Cassandra tapped her on the floor with the staff she was holding. She opened her mouth coldly.

“Don’t be annoying.”

Puck!

With the sound of something exploding, the head of the man next to Cassandra disappeared, and a fountain of her blood gushed out.

“You’re not a body that people like you can touch.”

The men covered in blood could understand what it meant to have numbness in the hamstrings.

Growing up in a peaceful rural village, they experience intimidation for the first time.

Cassandra took a step forward and muttered in an emotionless voice.

“A town with only such vulgar men would be better off disappearing.”

Circumstances change rapidly.

The scenery far beyond what they could perceive made the men’s hair white.

People who figured out the situation belatedly began to shudder and scream.

“Do, run away!”

A wall of flame flickers in front of people trying to escape from the back alley.

The miasma danced on the floor, and in Cassandra’s hand, an orb of ice glared at them as if glaring at them.

Once caught, the fire spread throughout the village, and those who touched the miasma slowly began to rot and rot.

Terrible screams were replacing the requiem.

In the midst of the massacre, Cassandra stood firm to the end.

Without a moment’s movement, he announced the end of their lives with cold eyes.

The bravest of them rushed at the caster, Cassandra, but the cold air that bloomed in her hand turned into an awl and pierced her body like a beehive.

Cassandra’s magic begins to spread throughout the village as well as the back alleys.

Her affection for her former companion on the trip was unknown, but no offense was directed at Helga even in the chaotic situation.

Helga sat on her floor in her daze, watching the men who had and would have raped her body die.

The laughter didn’t stop.

It was the first time I laughed at the death of a person.

Too much blood was shed to be considered the price to pay for touching a member of her own party.

Cassandra left Helga in her back alley and headed to the main street.

She was not guilty of her guilt towards Cassandra, who in the first place saw all of her humans except herself and her old party members as less than her bugs.

People openly commit acts close to rape in the back alleys, but if it’s a rotten town like this, pretending not to know, it’s better not to have it. A village that is blinded by its own interests and drives one person to hell is not worth defending.

That is the twisted conclusion Cassandra made.

The screams of children as well as women begin to spread in the sky.

A rain of flames and miasma falls from the open sky, and Cassandra’s perception changes with a single swing of her staff.

Cassandra took countless lives without a word in the fortress of miasma, from which no one could escape.

A village with a long history and tradition, it took less than an hour for the village to be destroyed.

On that day, the small town of Ensis disappeared from the map.