Chapter 13: War part 4 - The Amazing Hero!
"Big words," the elf sneered, leveling his blade at Lucy with slow, deliberate precision, "from pick number 4000. And from a lowly human, no less."
The blade shimmered faintly with runes—ancient symbols that pulsed with a soft blue glow against the enchanted steel.
His posture was casual, almost lazy, but every muscle was coiled beneath his lithe frame, ready to strike like a serpent.
The battlefield raged behind them—explosions of magic lighting the horizon, and screams carried on the wind—but in this narrow clearing, it felt like the world had gone quiet.
Lucy's jaw tensed, muscles working beneath his skin. A bead of sweat traced a path down his temple, but he said nothing at first.
'So... the tales of the great Lucy are already spreading.' The thought was bitter as bile in his throat.
He met the elf's gaze, cold and unwavering, refusing to be the first to look away.
"If I may ask," he said evenly, voice calm but laced with steel, "why do you want to kill me?"
The question caught the elf off guard. His smirk faltered, perfect brows lifting slightly, as though it had never occurred to him that his target might inquire about his motives.
Then the answer came—sharp, but honest, cutting through pretense.
"I was ordered to by my god," he replied, tone tightening. "But..." his eyes narrowed, hardening like amber in sunlight, "I would've done it anyway. For what you did to my people."