Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 159.2

It wasn’t that I trusted the man’s words or that I was showing him mercy.

He said that they were keeping an eye on us, for Elena’s sake and the children’s, it would have been better to take care of them. But after a brief exchange, I decided it was best not to kill them just yet.

“…”

The look in that man’s eyes… for some reason, those eyes, had a nostalgic look in them, as if he missed my appearance and was looking somewhere far away through me, and it bothered me just a little bit.

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That day, Camille and I headed to the ruins to procure materials.

I entrusted Camille with the procurement of materials for Potion and balloons, but when it came to materials for Potion, it was better for me to be there since I had [Shadow Storage], which had no temperature fluctuation, so that the finished product would be more consistent.

It was easier for me to go out with Elena, but it was more efficient to assign the right person to the right job.

[Camille] [Race: Dark Hal-Elf Male] [Rank 4] 

[Magic: 253/260] [Strength: 252/280] 

[Total Combat Power: 1064 (With Physical Enhancements: 1298)] 

Camille and I could deal even with a Rank 5 demon.

His combat power rivaled Viro’s. But Camille could be even more powerful because of the two daggers on his waist.

They were not mere [Magic Weapons] imbued with magic power like the ones made by the sorcerers’ guild. It was probably obtained from a dungeon, and “something” was in it.

It was apparently a memento of his mother, but if he had something like that, I could imagine his position in the world to some extent. It was no wonder that someone was guarding that person’s “Son”.

“Camille.”

“What’s wrong?”

I, who had been watching my surroundings, called out to Camille, who had removed the skin from the fire lizard’s belly. Fire lizards were edible, but they contained a slight toxin, so only subhumans with a tolerance for them would eat them. I do save some for the meat-loving children, but that was not the reason I called out to him.

Camille grabbed the crossbow arrow I tossed in midair, and his complexion changed slightly when he saw it.

“What’s this?”

“You know about it, don’t you?”

Who was the subject being escorted and monitored by that father and son?

Chaco and the children born in this town were excluded. Ron, who seems to be an aristocrat of the Khalfaan Empire, could be one of the candidates, but a Dark Elf would not guard someone from the Khalfaan Empire, a country of humans.

Then, the answer was obvious. Camille looked at the arrow, which was neither made of metal nor bone material, but of a special sap that I had never seen in person, and returned his gaze to me with a difficult look on his face.

“…Aria, do you know what this is?”

“Yeah.”

It was the first time I had seen one, but I had heard from Master Celeshura about the weapons and tactics handled by the Evil Race.

That knowledge was decades ago when Master Celeshura left the Evil Race army, but the fundamentals haven’t changed much.

The fact that the arrow was in my possession indicated that it was [used] by someone else and was probably aimed at me.

I didn’t know what he was hiding, but I still trust him on this to some extent. Otherwise, I would not have left Elena in that place.

Camille, who had taken his gaze away to escape my silent stare, was about to answer when–

“I…”

“Wait.”

I stopped him and put my ear to the ground. Camille, realizing what I was doing, looked around and climbed on top of a crumbling building in the ruins.

I looked up and pointed to the west, “over there,” and Camille looked in that direction and shouted, “It’s a Scaly Dragon!”