TFSAWE - Chapter 222: Saved From Demon (Patreon)

Iris remained paralyzed, unable to do anything. The mere presence of Heksa frightened her to the point of death, and now this man who embraced her was a demon as well.

Meanwhile, Heksa flapped its wings and soared into the air, preparing to strike Iris with its sharp-clawed feet.

"Ah!"

The ground split open, splattering blood and earth. In an instant, the sky and the ground reversed. Iris realized she was floating in the sky the next moment.

"Ah!"

For a brief moment, Iris was stunned by the sudden elevation, but soon she felt a sense of falling, as if her heart was sinking. She flailed her arms and clung to the man who held her tightly. In response, the man cautiously held her closer and whispered.

"Are you alright? Were you scared?"

Touched by his tender voice, tears welled up in Iris' eyes. Her grip on the man's clothing tightened.

The temper of Aslan surged.

"That damn bastard."

His fist swiftly struck Heksa's enormous foot. Suddenly, the sound of shattering rocks accompanied the sight of Heksa's foot bending in an unnatural direction.

Other demons summoned by Heksa had been closely pursuing me since morning. Amidst battling them, Aslan soon realized that Heksa had diverted his attention and flown elsewhere.

He immediately gave chase and found Heksa destroying a small village, accompanied by the tiny creatures I had summoned. Upon arriving at the village, Aslan felt a surge of magical power, along with traces of the power he had cherished.

The saint is here.

The beastly nature within him roared loudly. How dare they target the saint? Aslan would tear apart that wretched being without mercy. He could contemplate the reason for the saint's presence later.

With one hand still free, Aslan grabbed the edge of Heksa's remaining wing as it fell to the ground. The wings were about the size of a small bird but larger than a human arm. However, in the next moment, the sound of torn flesh accompanied the sight of Heksa's wing being ripped apart and thrown into the air.

"Kyaaah!"

Heksa screamed, flapping its remaining wing. It wavered and flew off into the sky without looking back. Aslan, who had intended to chase after Heksa, suddenly remembered that he was holding onto something.

"The saint."

Killing Heksa was important, but her safety was even more crucial. Aslan gave up the pursuit of Heksa and descended to the ground. Gently, he placed her, whom he had been holding, on the ground. First, he needed to ask why she was here.

As Aslan observed the person he had set down, his eyes widened. Then, in a shocked voice, he said:

"What is this?"

The trembling woman before him was not his saint.

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"Lady of virtue!"

At the sound of that voice, a sudden emptiness washed over me, as if all the blood drained from my body. My feet grew weak, and my heart plummeted. Darkness clouded my vision, and I felt the urge to collapse right then and there. Goodness gracious. Who, who could recognize me...

"The Lady of virtue has arrived!"

"A new Lady of virtue has graced us with her presence!"

People, in a daze, swiftly passed by my side. I slowly turned my body, glancing behind me. Unconsciously, I found myself murmuring.

"What on earth is that?"