Passerby Villain In A Wizard World

"Interesting!"

However, while this was happening, Ian was instead observing the darts thrown in his direction. From his perception, he could clearly see that they were smeared with poison. Moreover, it was a rare airborne poison that was volatile.

After realizing this, it wasn't hard to discern their plan. They were essentially trying to distract the enemy with one method while hiding the true plan beneath another.

Ian could already see soldiers being poisoned inexplicably and caught off guard. Unlike these knights, who were accustomed to honest fights, the bandits had truly mastered the art of silently killing their enemies.

No wonder they dared to consider blocking their path.

"Tch... no matter how powerful you were in the empire, here, you're all only at my mercy."

The bandit leader smiled in satisfaction at the perfect initiative in the battle while drawing a foot-long sword from his waist, his style completely that of a ruffian.

His smile grew even wider after seeing that the enemy was still unaware of his little trick.

"Are you afraid now, little girl?"

He then looked at Lyra, whose eyes had already turned cold to the extreme, and grinned while showing his full set of teeth.

Although he wasn't a lecher who couldn't turn his head away after seeing a beautiful girl, he didn't mind indulging if the situation allowed.

However, what he never expected was that Lyra didn't even look in his direction and just mumbled something he couldn't understand.

"Finally completed."

"Swoosh!"

With her faint murmur, he suddenly saw a blood-red chain swinging toward him appearing out of nowhere, aiming directly for his head to sever it completely.

The crimson chain he saw was as thin as a cicada's wing and relatively slow for his tertiary peak realm. That's why he was able to see it clearly the moment it appeared.

"What the..."

However, the danger he felt from it was unprecedented. His intuition, honed by his experience in the Peak Tertiary Knight realm, was warning him continuously that if he dared to stay in his position, he would die without a doubt.

So, he didn't dare to stay in its path and decided to dodge. Now, he didn't care about beauty, wealth, or even his bandit comrades. This bizarre occurrence had already scared the shit out of him as he remembered something from the chain's appearance.

'How can a Wizard appear here?'

He cursed his luck. Out of all the people on this continent, he alone had to witness a wizard and even tried to capture her. Wasn't he too daring?

The bandit leader was already desperate and wanted to dodge when, suddenly, his mind went blank. It was so strange that even when the crimson chain reached his head, he couldn't shout.

'No, no. Why can't I move?'

Compared to the time when Lyra used the Crimson Chain on Ian, this time it was too slow. So, it was perfectly possible to dodge it in time unless Lyra used Mind Control on top of that.

Since the bandit leader was already mentally controlled, he couldn't do anything and could only watch as his head was severed by the cicada-like Crimson Chain, like a knife through butter.

Until his death, the only thing he could do was stare at those cold blue eyes devoid of emotion in endless dread. He really provoked someone he shouldn't this time.

'He is a truly unlucky fellow, even worse than me, a passersby villain,' Ian thought while looking at the stiff figure of the bandit leader.

At least he managed to survive in the story, but this guy was directly killed in seconds. While he was musing over things, Lyra wasn't finished with her move, as she began to chant a spell.

"Tidal Push!"

Suddenly, another soft command came from Lyra's lips, followed by a small tidal force of water that shattered the cicada-like crimson chains into fragments.

However, those fragments, which looked like snowflakes but in crimson color, didn't scatter randomly but shot through the air in a specific direction, targeting the bandits who were still clueless about their leader's death.

"Ah!"

"Plop!"

"Thud!"

The bullet-like shower of crimson chain fragments was followed by the pained screams of the bandits, who died one after another, dropping to the ground like weeds. It was truly a spectacular show of precise control over both spell and bloodline skill.

If not for the gruesome death decorating it, it could be called beautiful, or could it still be called that?

"Hah... Hah..."

Unfortunately, even after all this, Lyra was only able to kill half of the bandits. After all, she was still a First-Class Wizard Apprentice, and this was the maximum she could do while using an extremely small amount of mana.

Moreover, now that even the Crimson Chains were severed, she couldn't control it with her bloodline.

"Wonderful! You performed really well."

Ian couldn't help but comment after witnessing the perfect application of her bloodline skill and wizard spells. It was really impeccable in this situation.

During all the days Lyra had stayed with him in Duskmere City, he hadn't been wasting his time idly. While learning spells himself, he had also taught Lyra two spells: Tidal Push and Aqua Barrier.

This was because he already knew Lyra was more inclined toward water-element spells from the Arcane Passage. Moreover, he had envisioned combining Lyra's bloodline skill with wizard spells.

And honestly, it worked wonderfully—better than he had expected. Of course, although the chain spell fragments looked deadly, they were only lethal to mortals.

For wizards, defending against them wouldn't be a problem. Furthermore, the cicada-like crimson chain bloodline skill was too slow, making it unsuitable for many situations.

However, despite its imperfections, it was a good utilization of power.

"Hah... hah..."

Lyra breathed heavily due to extreme fatigue, smiling at Ian, clearly pleased by his praise.

"But half of them are still alive," she said.

She looked at the remaining bandits, who were completely paralyzed by fear and not knowing what to do, and lamented her weak strength. If she could have killed them all in a single shot, it would have been perfect, wouldn't it?