Lea, The Story of the Magus of the Casiopea Continent
Map of Atulla Desert

I still ducked, surviving because the effects of poison smoke made me sluggish. Even though my body feels weak. But I am grateful that my magic endurance is based on statistics, as a level 3 magician is at number 10. It helped me a lot to offer all the poison that was inside my body.

I secretly cursed

"It would be appropriate if the 21 thieves received death.

Too many innocent lives have been taken, either through the sword or poison as is happening to me today"

Indeed, the explosion of fire due to the fire arrow spell actually had a terrible impact. Aside from his blaring voice, I saw reality before my eyes as the misty smoke of the fire spell exploded, completely blown away by the desert wind.

The roars and screams of pain then already. Now it was a quiet and quiet atmosphere..

"Maybe the brands have all died" my inner.

Then when things really returned to normal, where the smoke of the fog was not at all visible - fading carried by the desert wind, vaguely with the head still dizzy due to the poison, he said, I saw a terrible sight.

There were more than 20 people lying stiff, covered in blood in the Desert. There are only two possibilities, either dead or alive.

Time passed as my body improved and endurance increased, expelling the toxins in the body myself.

All looked horribly covered in blood yet none of the twenty-one people were still moving signifying that they had all been killed by the Fire Arrow spell.

Although it is quite tragic, but I have no regrets at all when I saw those people die like that.

They were the ones who first attacked us even intending to take my life by throwing twenty-one poisonous fumes.

Lucky my immune system is strong and able to survive until it offers the poison from within, and not die.

After all, not with the death of the bandits, the Atulla Desert will decrease its crime rate.

Although I know, this kind of evil behavior is like breaking one will grow a thousand others. But at least I've helped to crush the wicked who spread horror in this wilderness

Later when all this is revealed there may be people who are grateful and say thank you to me, Lea the witch girl who called the fire, I thought comforting myself, expelling all guilt.

As I was about to pass by looking for Arash, Hadi and Sataar my hired soldiers, I suddenly heard a groan, a sad voice asking for help.

Quickly I looked for the whimpering figure then I found out that he was Mansour, the leader of the Black Coat Banditry.

When I walked up to Mansour, his face was filled with fear. It looks real after the veil of face coverings torn exposed due to the explosion of the Fire Arrow spell.

I stared coldly at Mansour who was lying on his back with a splash of blood, which came out from his chest.

It looks like the explosion caused some of his ribs to crumble and his internal organs to shatter.

It was evident from the blood that flowed did not stop. And if left to continue then he would die from blood loss.

The condition looked terrible where a person who was dying, but not yet dead but he continued to suffer tremendous pain.

Though I was quite concerned about Mansour, I hardened my heart and said to him coldly

"Give me a map of the Atull Desert, along with a clue, where the Harpiest nest you're protecting is.

Mansour's eyes widened, seen him expressing rejection. But long before Mansour took a suicide step, I quickly dripped a potion of strength that light blue elixir immediately swallowed, melted in his mouth.

I laughed cunningly because the elixir in addition to functioning to restore the power of a witch she can also extend the life of a dying person.

So this means that Mansour is alive[but in the next few years, he will suffer pain from the blast wound of the fire spell.

This was actually more akin to an act of torture and if it happened to a Knight or a Magician, they would rather die than live in this kind of dying and agony.

"Please kill me.

Don't you let me live with this kind of suffering, remember to do good to this soon-to-be-dead man" Mansour said, begging, asking for the kindness of my heart to kill him.

I coldly told him,

"Give me a map first and I'll shorten your age.

Then you'll die peacefully without any more pain".

Mansour's eyes seemed to light up, it was true that he was angry. It was implied from his expression as if he wanted to swallow me alive.

"There is no need for you to judge me with your evil gaze, as if I were a criminal of the World.

You remember that the number of people you kill is far more than I have ever killed.

And enough is enough, don't look at me too judgmentally, as if I were a criminal.

In fact, the truth is you're the real villain, not me" I replied coldly.

Mansour's face immediately looked deteriorated. He was speechless with a look that seemed to grow older as if in the blink of an eye he had become 10 years older than his real age.

Perhaps because of thinking of doing good at the end of his life, Mansour reached into something, out of a secret place that only he knew.

Mansour looked sincere when he handed me a roll of paper that looked old, but thick and not torn at all.

I enthusiastically opened the map of the Atulla desert, where in one part of the picture, there is an X sign.

In the place marked X it was in the mountains, and I guess it was a nest where the harpiest lived.

Mansour confirmed that the X sign was where the Harpiest lived.

Perhaps these were Mansour's last words, as he lectured me who seemed enthusiastic about the new map.

"I warn you witch woman !" Mansour.

"The harpiest was an ordinary living creature like us in the beginning. He was originally human.

Then he became a test victim of a Black Magus, hundreds of years ago. He then lives a life as a cursed creature and becomes an immortal, miserable life.

I pray, may you have enough ability, that upon finding it he will instantly kill it.

I pity that Harpiest. For too long he has lived in the form of a terrible monster whose life is eternal" said Mansour, whose eyes suddenly twitched, suddenly seemed to be in disbelief.

Mansour immediately breathed his last at that moment, when I had unswervingly plowed his chest with a dagger, which I had been holding since.

Mansour has not even had time to thank me for my kindness of freeing him from the torments and sufferings of this world, when he has breathed his last.

I thought, better to observe this time than he can still live but full of suffering. All his damaged internal organs were useless, it would only give him pain for the rest of his life.

And in the end the leader of the notorious villains of the Atula desert, their leader of a bandit group called the Black Coat, must die in the hands of this witch-girl, a fire-calling girl.

I went back to looking at the map Mansour had given me, and then figured the distance from this place to Harpiest's lair.

I was very happy to hear the story Mansour told, I did not care if the news was true, or if it was just his essay.

I concluded that the nest where Harpist lived was actually a former laboratory or test site of a high-level Magus hundreds of years ago.

While daydreaming my chest was pounding as I imagined, there would be so many magical resources that I would harvest. There might even be copies of spell-specific techniques that would strengthen my combat power.

After I let all the wishful thinking I then turned back from the whereabouts of my hired soldiers Arash, Hadi and Sataar. I called out to them among the rock cliffs, which I thought they were in the lined caves.

I laughed out loud when I saw the 3 soldiers were stumbled out of the hole of the cave where they were hiding.

I said with a sneer,

"I didn't expect at all that the three of you were cowards, hiding in the hole like rats dodging from the Black Coat's band of Thieves !"

Instantly the faces of the 3 people turned red. And with embarrassment Arash asked

"Then where are those Black Coat Group Robbers?"

In a slightly arrogant tone I said out loud.

"They're all dead. I killed them with my magic as a fire summoner"

Instantly Arash, Hadi and Sataar fell silent. Those who had at first kept their distance from me were afraid because I was a witch... Now it's getting clear on their faces.The reluctance mixed with fear of me.

Seriate.

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