Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

"What? What just happened?"

Everyone looked at the young hunter as that invisible energy force came from him.

"You, kid! What did you do?" the rebel leader yelled in alarm. The hand holding the sword was trembling. "You are not a hunter! Who are you?!"

Queen Theodora and her knights looked at the newcomer in shock as well.

"Didn't I tell you before that you might not like to learn it?" the newcomer replied in an indifferent tone. "This is my last warning. If you don't want to die, then leave. I don't wish to get more blood on my hands."

"Do you think you can scare us with these tricks?" The leader of the rebels didn't wish to back down and strode towards the newcomer as he signalled his remaining subordinates with something. The newcomer's attention was on the leader who was stepping forward with his sword.

The newcomer raised his hands towards the leader and swirled his fingers with the palms facing each other. There was a formation of energy floating in the air that ordinary people could not see. At that moment, the leader had just raised his sword with the intention of hacking the cloaked youth in half, but the next moment, a strong invisible force hit the rebel in the chest, hard enough to make his entire body fall on the ground and slide several feet away.

"Hyaaa, die!"

Only then did people realize that one of the surviving rebels had approached the cloaked youth. The rebel would have been successful in hurting him with his sword, but before the cloaked youth was faster than him by a split second and was able to dodge the deadly sneak attack. If the cloaked youth was half a breath slower, his skull would have been cracked with that sword slash.

However, the attack did not completely miss. The sword hit the edge of the hood and nicked the cloth wrapped around his face, leaving a thin bloody scratch on his cheek.

"Y-You…!"

Long luscious hair with a golden shade like honey spilled out of the hood and a delicate face was exposed when the cloth covering it fell on the ground, catching everyone by surprise.

"You are a girl?!" the rebel screamed.

All this time, they thought the cloaked busybody was a young hunter, probably in his mid to late teens based on his thin physique. Who could have imagined that the skilled person fighting on par with the rebel leader was in fact a girl who looked so young, she did not seem to have had her coming of age yet?

"It is a girl?"

"I can't believe that's a girl."

"Who is she? Are there warrior tribes nearby?"

"But that power she used to send the leader flying—"

"Who are you?" the leader shouted after he stood up.

As the newcomer was already exposed, she didn't care about hiding herself anymore. Her tone was still indifferent, though now people could hear that her voice had a certain musical sound to it.

"Why do you keep asking? It is not like it will change things."

The honey blond girl was annoyed with how her identity as a female was exposed and that they had seen her face. She glared at the remaining rebels with a devilish smirk one should not see on such a fairy-like face, but it did tell people that she was done playing. Once more, she raised her hands and moved her fingers.

The next moment, all the rebels in the vicinity had their bodies were thrown away, some of the unlucky ones colliding against trees and some smashing against rocks with a strong force that they were left incapacitated if not dead. Those who were left half dead dared not make a sound, hoping that the evil incarnation would hurry and leave without killing them.

By now, they had understood that the blond girl was not human. They remembered the legends of old, especially about the Kingdom of Megaris, where many indescribable tales were floating about.

But the question was if this girl was this powerful, why was she fighting with them physically with daggers instead of using her powers? Was she playing with them for some sort of entertainment?

Once she got rid of everyone, the girl with honey blond hair turned to look at the Queen of Megaris. The girl was pleasantly surprised that the royal woman was looking at her with admiration instead of fear.

She hurried towards the Queen who was kneeling on the ground because she was injured and exhausted. Her expensive clothes were torn and bloody and her face was pale, but at this point, the grateful smile on Queen Theodora's face made her beauty shine.

"Thank you for saving us."

The girl kneeled in front of Queen Theodora and fussed over her worriedly. "A-Are you fine, Your Majesty?"

The Queen didn't move her gaze away from that young lady even for a moment as her moist and pain-filled eyes observed her every movement and expression.

"You are hurt," the blond girl said as she noticed that the Queen's hands were bloody from holding the sword. "We need to stop the bleeding—"

"Your Majesty?" Hurried footsteps could be heard rushing over. "Thank the spirits you survived, Your Majesty! I would have killed myself if this young lady did not appear to save you—"

Sir Alexis was nearly half-carried by another knight as they approached the group. Behind him, there were only a handful of knights as well, all bearing various kinds of injuries. It could be seen from their ruined armours, ragged breathing and limping feet that they had been through a difficult fight. However, they were knights sworn to protect the Queen and even if they were hurt, they had to go to the Queen and protect her at all costs. These surviving knights happened to arrive the moment the blond girl's identity was exposed.

With his crippled leg, the knight managed to reach the Queen and kneeled in front of her. "Your Majesty, are you fine?" His voice was filled with worry for his Queen.

Queen Theodora slowly moved her gaze towards the knight and asked, "Others?"

The knight helplessly shook his head. "Not many knights survived, and those who did are severely injured. The rest are all…"