Why must the devil be Defeated?

Chapter 111: 110 The Perseverance of the Noble Young Master

Following their path, the escort team had a trouble-free journey, and no more demons with a death wish attacked them.

They followed the pre-arranged route, traveling day in and day out for ten days straight, completing each day’s trek.

When dusk fell and night was about to replace the day, the group skillfully stopped and began to set up camp, build a fire, cook, and pitch their tents one after another.

In the midst of all this, there were no problems, and after enjoying their dinner, just as before, those on patrol did their rounds, and those on night watch took their posts—with a tranquility that was quite unremarkable.

This particular night, it was Shane and Merica’s turn to take watch together.

As mentioned before, Merica did not refuse Shane’s company, which resulted in both of them sitting together by the bonfire that evening.

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However…

“…”

“…”

Shane and Merica sat opposite each other, engulfed in successive silence, each sinking into quietude.

This scene had persisted for nearly half an hour.

(It’s so awkward…)

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Shane felt very uncomfortable and wanted to break the awkward atmosphere but didn’t know how to start.

Previously, Shane had said he would keep his distance from Merica and the others, and with those prior agreements, it was naturally difficult to strike up a conversation.

Especially so with Merica, who seemed equally uneasy, gripping her magic wand tightly, her head bowed, her pretty face flushed red in a way that made hearts flutter.

It was precisely because of Merica’s demeanor that Shane found it even harder to speak.

(It’s like I’m here for an arranged marriage; what am I supposed to say?)

Shane was utterly speechless in his mind.

On the other hand, Merica became increasingly nervous, her grip on the magic wand tightened, and her knees came together, unconsciously rubbing against each other as if she was anxious.

(Indeed, it wasn’t just my imagination before.)

At that moment, Merica could feel an inexplicable urge within her heart to draw closer to Shane.

(What’s wrong with me?)

Merica was vaguely anxious, which made her extremely restless.

If possible, Merica also wanted to break the awkwardness and initiate conversation with Shane.

However, just like Shane, Merica felt too embarrassed to speak because of the past events.

(I’ve shown my wariness so clearly before, and I even admitted that my gift of the garland had ulterior motives; Mr. Shane probably doesn’t want to talk to someone like me now, right?)

Merica could only think this way, her mood sinking.

But Merica still couldn’t control herself, her gaze stealing glances at Shane again and again, then realizing she was peeking at him, her face blushing a few shades redder, quickly bowing her head, only to lift her eyes again after a while, falling into an endless loop.

It must be said that this springtime-of-youth demeanor made Shane even more uncomfortable and even harder to break the current atmosphere, resulting in a shared loop of silence with Merica.

The two of them thus maintained their mutual embarrassment without speaking.

Little did they know, this scene had already been noticed by some observant individuals.

“Merica…?”

Lu Muya, who was a bit worried about Merica’s condition and had not yet fallen asleep, looked out from her tent and saw the elf girl’s face flushed, unable to resist sneaking peeks at Shane, her eyes filled with confusion and doubt.

“What’s going on?”

Vivian, who was about to go look for Beren to confirm the next route, came out of her tent and was equally surprised by the scene.

“…”

Tielle happened to be patrolling nearby and watched the scene for a while before leaving thoughtfully.

Following this, in a hidden corner, Magre’s body trembled, his eyes wide with fury as he stared at Merica’s blushing face. One hand was clenched into a fist, tearing the bark off a nearby tree.

“Why are you looking at that guy with those eyes? Why are you showing that kind of expression to someone like him? Merica…!?”

Magre’s teeth clattered with rage.

These past few days, Magre too had been looking for opportunities to approach Merica, but because there was always someone with her, he eventually gave up, returning dejectedly and reluctantly.

But Magre’s feelings for Merica were unquestionable. Even if he could not find the opportunity, he would still come every night, hoping to find a chance to get close to Merica, persisting with perseverance.

Magre believed that his sincere heart would eventually move Merica one day.

The truth was, since the moment he saw Merica in Vivian’s Team, this pure and innocent elf girl had deeply touched Magre’s heart, causing him to fall hopelessly in love.

Indeed, although Magre was impulsive and proud, even naive and foolish, he was not without merit.

First, Magre had both talent and potential and was willing to work hard to improve himself. At only sixteen years old, he had raised his level to thirty-eight. Even if he couldn’t compare to Tielle, he was still a well-known prodigy in Lamijion.

Second, Magre didn’t mess around with romantic relationships like Leon, nor did he secretly have countless lovers like some young masters from Noble Families. His pride extended to women as well, and he made no special exceptions.

For such a Magre, he always believed that ordinary women were simply not worthy of him, not even worth a glance.

Thus, even though Vivian and Lu Muya were both exceptionally beautiful, Magre did not see them any differently because of it.

At least, Lu Muya seemed no different from any other woman to Magre, and her timid nature made him somewhat disdainful. It was only Vivian’s character and connections that made Magre curb some of his pride and respect her.

But for Merica, when Magre first saw her, he was utterly captivated by her.

Her purity, sanctity, and untainted persona and aura made Magre unable to restrain his desires.

From that moment, Magre realized that he had always looked down on worldly women, and only a pure and untainted elf girl from the Elf Clan could touch his heart and ensnare him.

And so, Magre’s gaze could no longer leave Merica; his obsession drove him to want to get close to her, to possess her, which eventually led him to the last of his restraints breaking and acting on his impulse to approach Merica when she was alone.

Regrettably, at that time, Tielle appeared to have already seen through his intentions, always being nearby and mercilessly severed Magre’s limbs when he tried.

Whenever Magre thought about that incident, his heart was filled with unending terror.

Yet despite this fear, Magre still yearned for Merica, seeking to get close to and possess her with a tenacity that seemed to make him reckless.

If he could have Merica, Magre felt that even if it meant giving up his Noble status, he would be willing.

For a man proud of his lineage and status, to be willing to go so far for Merica demonstrated the depth of his obsession and showed a side different from other Nobles.

It was precisely because of this that, faced with such a situation, Magre couldn’t control himself.

“…”

Magre’s eyes reddened with bulging veins as, overwhelmed by his uncontrollable rage, he pulled out a tattered sheepskin parchment.

He was actually planning to use one of Shane’s Magic Tools to assail him in stealth.