Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 325 - Chapter 325 Chapter 325 Amandas Night

Chapter 325: Chapter 325: Amanda’s Night Chapter 325: Chapter 325: Amanda’s Night “This voice?”

With that deep roar, a massive pressure from the darkness reached him from a great distance.

“This voice, this breath?”

The image of a terrifying creature flashed through his mind, but Layhader quickly shook his head.

“No, how could that be?”

“A powerful Dark Creature like the Deerhead Spirit hasn’t appeared for nearly a hundred years.”

“Though Sipigeng is a subspecies of the Deerhead Spirit, there’s a huge gap in class between the two. Could the one I’m chasing really be the illegitimate child of that Deerhead Spirit?”

A wave of absurdity washed over Layhader.

Yet that emotion quickly disappeared, for deep in the dark forest, the powerful presence was steadily approaching him.

The monster had locked onto him!

“Damn it, what the hell!”

“A normal selection mission not only had the unexpected encounter with a Sipigeng, but in the pursuit, there’s also a Deerhead Spirit, which is rarely seen in a century.”

“What exactly is going on here?”

“Could Eld’s century of peace really be about to break?”

Although Sipigeng is called a subspecies of the Deerhead Spirit, there is an immense racial difference between him and the Deerhead Spirit.

To use a more vivid analogy, creatures like Earth Dragons are incredibly powerful, considered a subspecies among the Dragonkin.

But compared to a true Giant Dragon, the difference is unfathomably vast.

Layhader was a Blood Knight, also known as a Blood Hunter, but his qualifications were average, and on the long road of promotion, limited by his talent, he quickly reached the limit of his physical prowess.

Unable to progress further, Layhader chose another path; since he couldn’t increase the purity of his bloodline, he would maximize his accumulative quantity instead.

Spending the same amount of time, Layhader developed his spirit and partially studied the abilities of a Magician, which gave him a variety of offensive methods in combat and made him much stronger than knights of the same level.

Yet even so, faced with a legendary creature like the Deerhead Spirit, his only option was to flee in panic.

Besides being powerful in itself, the Deerhead Spirit could, depending on its rank, control monsters within a certain range to fight for it.

In other words, fighting a Deerhead Spirit meant battling with all the monsters within its sphere of influence.

The thought of that was immensely frustrating.

What was supposed to be a fair duel turned into a brawl.

Even more terrifying is that among the Deerhead Spirits, there are some powerful beings that master a dreadful Spell, which makes them very difficult to kill.

Imagine a creature that is not only strong but can also simultaneously summon monsters to assist in fighting and cannot be easily killed.

Such a being was something Layhader couldn’t possibly deal with.

Therefore, Layhader had only one choice.

Run!

Run immediately!

He didn’t even have time to pick up his spoils of war before fleeing madly into the distance.

Meanwhile, inside the cabin, Roger and his companion also detected something unusual.

Amanda’s flames in her hands had ended Inola’s painful struggle, spreading the fire to chairs, floors, and everything around.

The fierce flames wrapped the entire cabin, and Roger and his companion exited the building.

Under the White Oak Tree, they seemed to hear eerie shrieks coming from the burning house, as if there was an unknown spirit hiding within it.

Connecting it to the Werewolf’s previous actions, and the strange disguise after entering the house, Roger suddenly realized that this house might also be a monster.

Crackle crackle!

Wood burned, fire soared to the sky, and gradually, the flames seemed to ignite the surrounding space, making everything become hazy.

Specks of light flew out from the flames.

These lights actively converged in Roger’s hand.

Roger reached out, the swirling specks gathered, and slowly, a slightly yellowed piece of paper appeared in his hand.

At the top of the paper, a line of clear handwriting emerged.

[16–Little Red Riding Hood]

Roger was slightly startled, “What is this supposed to be?”

“Grimm’s Fairy Tales?”

“Could it be that those fairy tales from European folklore all actually existed, and if there’s a 16, then likewise, there would be numbers 1 through 15.”

“What about the numbers after 16?”

Roger thought about those popular stories, “Cinderella, Snow White, One-Eye, Two-Eyes, and Three-Eyes.”

To be honest, he was really curious, if these stories truly existed, what kind of enactment would there be within the stories?

Clearly, the piece of paper in front of him was a Cursed Item.

If there was a number 16, then there must also exist other numbers.

“If all these numbers were gathered together, could they form a complete book?”

A thought struck Roger, “So, what exactly would that be–a book, a Cursed Item, or perhaps… a world?!”

“No, no, no, perhaps not so much as a world.”

But at least it should count as a fragment of a world, shouldn’t it?

He folded the page in his hand, tucked it close to his body, and when he came back to his senses, the fire in front of him had disappeared, and the corpses littering the ground were nowhere in sight.

The dark forest was enveloped in silence.

After walking some distance in one direction, Roger finally found his way back in the dark, though the surrounding trees appeared to have suffered extensive damage.

Clearly, a fierce battle had taken place here not too long ago, just as the two were hesitating whether to continue searching for traces of Sipigeng or to return to a nearby town for a night’s rest.

Amanda, however, unexpectedly discovered a piece of a dry branch in a clump of grass.

“Come look, Roger!”

Amanda picked up the dry branch from the ground, “Look what I’ve found!”

“The torso of Sipigeng!”

“It seems to be an arm.”

Roger was also taken aback, could his luck be that good, or was this all prepared in advance by Lady Margaret?

Of course, they didn’t know that a powerful knight was silently giving his all…

Having obtained the quest item, the two naturally did not wish to linger in the dark forest, and just then a deep roar came from a distance.

The voice conveyed a terrible power.

Without any more hesitation, Roger took Amanda and followed the path back, arriving at a nearby town before midnight descended.

“Cheers!”

In the hotel room, two glasses gently clinked together, and with just one sip, Amanda’s face turned red under the dimly lit lamp.

She put down the glass, gazing intently at the man in front of her, thinking back to their first encounter, his brave stance in the forest, the rescue at Swamp Town, and the stay in Bordeaux.

“Roger, it feels like we’ve known each other for many years.”

Roger drained his glass and leaned back, surveying the red-haired girl in front of him and a smile forming on his lips.

“Tonight, I’m quite free.”

Amanda stood up–she had just taken a bath, and droplets of water still hung in her red hair, while her white robe faintly displayed her collarbones.

Her eyes were ablaze with a passionate glow, a glow that seemed ready to devour Roger.

“So am I!”

At the sound of her voice, flames ignited, her robe disappeared without a trace, and Roger gaped at the breathtaking curves before him.

He couldn’t help but internally exclaim, “Female sorceresses… enticing indeed!”

Amanda approached Roger, her fingers lightly touching his shoulder, transferring the flame without a hint of scorching heat, yet his clothes vanished.

The girl looked at Roger.

“I’ve heard that your Swordsmanship is quite good.”

She slowly moved closer to Roger’s ear, her red lips parting.

“Draw your sword!”

…

That night, Roger mastered the Secret Technique of another kind of sword play.