Nameless King

"I don't know! No one but me has been in there for a long time! Explain what happened." The old man cringed in pain, but did not resent it. He understood that the lives of his men depended on his decisions.

The Hunter stared at the old man and withdrew his leg.

"Damn, then what happened there! Why did the energy stops flowing from the root? Old man, if we don't solve this problem, my boss will kill you and me."

"I...I...don't know..."

'Root?' Wain hesitated.

"Osvald, he's talking about the root through which the Queen received the energy of Soul Pearl, right?"

"Yes, you're right. Now I understand why they still haven't absorbed the pearls. Somehow they've learned to get energy through the roots, and the more of them, the more energy."

"So they give Soul Pearls to grow and monsters to develop. The stronger the creature, the more energy the pearls get from this union, which means Pearl Hunters get a lot of power."

"Exactly."

Franzi and Irma could hardly contain themselves from attacking the Wolves. They felt terrible, and they felt helpless and useless.

"Okay, time to thank the girls for a nice lunch."

"I didn't know you were so sensual." Wain smirked.

"I just don't like seeing a woman cry. There's nothing sadder than that, nothing to spoil the mood on such a nice day." Osvald shrugged and walked forward.

"I'm sorry, but I think you're asking the wrong person." Osvald said, waving his hand in greeting.

"What? Who are you? You're not Beastfolk." Hunter was wary.

"Who cares who I am? I'm the one who interfered with the root's work. Stop beating up old men. You need to pick an opponent of your level."

"Hmm? You did this?! Well... maybe it's even for the best." Hunter drew his sword, "After I beat you, I'll bring you to the boss, I'm sure he won't be disappointed. Guys, surround him!"

"Yes!" the hunters responded simultaneously, and a few seconds later, ten swords were pointed at Osvald.

"Ah... You misunderstand me." Osvald shook his head, "I said you should pick an opponent of your level, but that doesn't mean I'll fight you."

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

The ground trembled, and a massive stream of energy erupted from Osvald's. The pressure emanating from it was strong enough to make it hard for the Hunters and villagers to breathe.

"Who are you?" Commander Hunter exclaimed and thrust his sword forward. His hands trembled slightly, and drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Many who, it doesn't matter."

Snap.

Osvald snapped his fingers, and all the Hunters except the Commander exploded. Blood and chunks of flesh flew apart.

"AAAAAAAAAHH!" Something hit the villagers, and they fled in terror. Everyone could not endure such scenes.

The Hunter commander was silent, his face as pale as a piece of paper. He was ready for anything, but not this. Osvald's strength was beyond his comprehension.

"Don't be afraid. I'll give you a chance to survive."

"R-really...?" Hunter asked with desperation in his voice.

"Sure." Osvald smiled benevolently, "All you have to do is win, not me, but her."

Osvald pointed at Irma.

"What...?" Irma was puzzled. She didn't understand how the situation had turned this way.

"Seriously...? If I beat this girl, will you let me go?"

"Yes."

"Osvald, what are you doing? Can I win?! That's suicide! You told me so yourself." Irma was afraid. Instead of this Hunter, she saw the group leader that had kidnapped the girls and her friend. They were too strong, and victory was impossible.

Osvald walked over to Irma and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Isn't that what you wanted? You asked us to take you with us, but you flinch like a hare at the sight of a predator. How could you go with us if you can't handle one little problem?"

Irma was silent, but then her gaze turned icy, and she adopted a fighting stance. The intent to kill began to emanate from her.

"I agree. I'll do it by all means. Thank you for the opportunity."

"No problem. I'm sure you'll win." Osvald patted her on the shoulder and stepped aside.

'Huh, Osvald is kind after all.' Wain thought, 'Didn't anyone but I notice that?'

When Osvald patted Irma on the shoulder, he secretly transferred a bit of his energy to her, even Irma didn't realize it, and only Wain could see it.

"I always thought you were the fair fight type." Wain said, approaching Osvald.

"What? What are you talking about? This is the fairest fight of all. I just leveled the odds a little bit." Osvald waved his hand.

"Well... we'll see what happens. She and Franzi couldn't defeat the spider, and now she has to fight against Pearl Hunter."

"That's why it's going to be interesting."

"Girl, I don't know what's going on here, but I don't care, get ready to die! It's either you or me!" The Hunter shouted, and his sword was covered in lightning, and electric spheres soared beside him.

Irma said nothing. She silently used her skills.

Whooooooosh.

Her aura intensified, and her sword lit up in bright red flames, and flaming boots appeared on her feet.

'Hmm? Has my fire always been so beautiful? No, so powerful?'

"Die!" The Hunter shouted and lunged in her direction.

Irma put unnecessary thoughts out of her head and concentrated entirely on her opponent. She saw Hunter's every step and every movement.

'Unlike me, he is afraid, and fear will ruin him!'

Whooooooosh.

The Hunter swung his sword, and the blade came close to Irma's neck, but she crouched at the last moment and dodged the attack.

The spheres flew toward her, and Irma swung her sword. She created a curtain of flame that engulfed the spheres, and an explosion tossed her and the Hunter aside.

Irma did a roll and regained her balance. She looked coldly at the Hunter and ran forward. Her boots glowed brightly, and she turned into a fiery flash and reached him instantly.