Chapter 90 Emotional Fuel Skill

Not far from the battle area between Jeanne vs Mesties, there was the magician watching. He seemed to be watching the fight between Jeanne and Mesties carefully.

He rubbed his chin with his hand, and one eyebrow furrowed. He felt astonished as he watched Jeanne's fight against Mesties. There was already a transparent question mark above his head.

He did not expect that Jeanne and Mesties' fight could be so violent that it caused wind and dust to fly and the ground to crack and scatter in the air. All the phenomena he saw happened just from the two people's footsteps.

The wind that arose as they moved right and left while exchanging blows was also very powerful. The wind in the air was probably crying because it was disturbed.

Of course, if only normal human strength was used, all the fighting effects like in the animated movie would not be possible.

But since they were both experienced Warriors who fought using Mana, they could certainly cause powerful battle effects.

The magician's mind knew very well about what great Warriors could do. However, the magician had never seen a battle between Warriors that was that fierce in person. That was why he was a little astonished.

Because he was too carried away when he saw the fight between Mesties and Jeanne, unknowingly, his mouth looked very wavy. He felt unhappy.

"How can lowly people like them have so much power? No wonder the young master told me to personally come here. Especially that girl."

He slightly ground his teeth. A saw-like sound could be heard as he did so.

"Hmm."

As he looked at the strength displayed by Jeanne and Mesties, he couldn't help but compare Jeanne and Mesties' strength to that of the Warrior slaves he had.

He glanced at his slave who was standing beside him.

Of course, the slave was not only standing like a fool but was also standing by to protect his master so that his master would not be hit by the waves of the fight between Jeanne and Mesties.

However, as the slave received his master's gaze, he relaxed his guard and focused on listening to what the magician had to say.

"Hey, can you fight them?"

The master asked in a dismissive tone.

"M-m..."

That slave... He hesitated for a moment.

Not just hesitated, but he became nervous when he heard his master's question. His eyes danced irregularly and his body twitched slightly.

He thought about what the right answer to give to his master would be.

And finally, even though he had been thinking with that stupid brain installed inside his skull, he managed to come up with a reasonable reason.

Because he wanted to look good in front of his master, he decided to lie.

His eyes stopped dancing and went to watch the fight. He saw that Mesties were in a bad position, where Mesties were just running scared while avoiding Jeanne's attacks.

With his stupid brain, he managed to make a reasonable conclusion despite having to lie.

"I-that... maybe if I fight one of them, I'll be able to win against him. Umm, it's more like that young man, anyway."

"Really?"

"I believe so."

His master, the magician, was well aware of his slave's power specifications. Thus, he knew very well that his slave was lying.

Nevertheless, he let his slave make up excuses as he pleased.

If his slave was unable to perform well, he would simply discard him without much consideration. Thus, he would never be impressed even if his slave managed to give a reasonable excuse.

"What a useless slave. It's useless that I bought you at such a high price if that's all you can do. Do I have to buy a new slave after this?"

He ignored the slave beside him who returned to trembling after hearing his words. He refocused on watching the fight between Jeanne and Mesties.

To be honest, he didn't care whether Mesties who referred to himself as the young master's friend was really the young master's friend or if he was just lying.

What he did feel was that he felt a little annoyed because Mesties had usurped the task that he had.

'It's a pity that I can't take them out... well, it's not bad to let them exhaust themselves first.'

In his mind, which was already fragmented with the pride of a magician, he was confident that he could defeat Mesties and Jeanne easily.

Especially since he had just learned a new magic spell. He came with enough preparation. He felt a little disappointed that he couldn't show off immediately.

'Soon.'

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Pow!

Bboom!

The curtains opened with a huge bang. Clouds of dust rose into the air and broken pieces of wood fell to the floor.

The person who caused the explosion of destruction was me.

Earlier, my body had been sent flying by Jeanne's fist.

As a result, my body shot out like a bullet and broke through the wall of a nearby building.

Since I wasn't paying attention, I didn't know whose wall I had broken through. However, I soon realized that the wall of the house I had broken through had led me to someone's bedroom as I stood up and took stock of my surroundings.

"Ahhh! Who are you?"

The scream of the owner of the house whose wall I had broken was heard. She screamed until her scream could break everyone's eardrums.

When I looked at her, I saw why she, the owner of this house, was screaming so loudly. It turned out that she was doing something that an ordinary housewife shouldn't be doing.

It was only natural for her to scream so loudly.

On the bed alone, she was seen wearing only a shirt and no pants. The upper part of her body was covered, however, her lower body was wide open.

With her lower body exposed, her hand can be seen entering the valley between her legs.

However, I quickly averted my eyes from the forbidden sight.

I was forced to ignore the owner of the house because I had to go back to exchanging blows with Jeanne. If I stood looking at the forbidden scene for long, I would be approached by Jeanne and become her boxing sack.

Kicking the ground beneath my feet, I exited the house whose walls had fallen down because of me.

However, my fate was repeated once I went outside.

Pow!

My body took flight again.

Crash!

The sound of the building walls crumbling was heard again.

With just a few moves, Jeanne was able to instantly make me break through another building wall.

"Ugh!"

I whimpered in pain while holding my back.

Dust flew around my body.

I closed my eyes to prevent the dust from entering my eyes.

"Caugh!"

However, because I couldn't close my mouth and nose at the same time, some of the dust in the air managed to sneak into my nose. That's what caused me to cough.

I realized I had to get up quickly. So I ignored the grains of dust in the air and started to refocus. My eyes looked around to find out who else in the house had been victimized.

Looking at the interior, it looked like I'd been blown through the wall of my own inn.

It would have been nice if I'd broken through the wall of another commoner's house. I mean, if it's my own inn, shouldn't I repair it later? It's not as if I want to see another forbidden scenery.

Without giving me time to mourn the broken front wall of the inn, Jeanne came crashing down on me without waiting for me to go outside.

You might be wondering, how long do I have to put up with all her attacks?

It wasn't that I couldn't counter Jeanne's attacks at all.

Speaking honestly, although I seemed to be in a state of distress, I wasn't really in a state of distress. I was just acting like a villain who was being beaten blindly.

Don't all villains have to experience being beaten up by the main character?

'Why is that one minute so long?!'

I was waiting for Jeanne's Emotional Fuel skill to end. After that, I planned to turn the tide. Of course, after turning the tide, I would do the last thing a Villain must do before I could finally end it all.

However… Although the World System said Jeanne's Emotional Fuel skill would only last for a minute, but why did I feel like her skill had been active for more than a minute? It felt like hours of time had passed while I was being beaten up by her.

[Emotional Fuel skill was a skill that burns the user's emotions. The higher the emotion, the more power the user gets, however, the duration would be shorter. Conversely, the weaker the user's emotion, the weaker the power the user gets, however, the positive side was, the skill's active period will be longer.]

'Wow. You mean her emotions aren't as big as they seem?'

I was surprised by the detailed explanation of the World System.

So it's like that. No wonder. Was that the reason why the demonic image manifestation effect seemed to fade behind her body, a sign that her Emotional Skill effect had weakened?

Just as Jeanne and I were about to exchange blows again, suddenly someone came to disturb us. The intruders came from the upper floor of the inn.