Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  Guy’s brows furrowed deeper. He could tell from the boar’s bellow that it had got very angry. Even he wasn’t sure if he could stop it in such rough terrain.

  He was a 3rd-tier knight in his late 40s, strong and cautious. Rarely in his 20 years of doing quests had he put himself in a dangerous situation.

  Guy couldn’t decide whether he wanted to help because the girl had looked so cute when she stared up at the magic screens, or because his granddaughter had a good half-elf friend.

  He wanted to help them even if that meant putting himself in danger.

  He ran faster, blaming Amy’s father for taking her out here. He listened carefully. He was at a distinct disadvantage here. He only had one chance. He had to kill the boar with a well-aimed throw, or he might pay the price of failure with death.

  When he decided he was close enough, he jumped onto a rock, took one step forward, held the spear up to his ear, and bent his knees slightly. All of it was done in a split second.

  He was super focused; he was ready to deliver a powerful throw.

  Then, he saw a sight that he would remember for the rest of his life.

  He watched as the half-elf girl threw a fireball at the boar.

  It was as small as the fist of a child, and seemed even smaller before such a huge boar.

  Mag stood still with his sword, not preparing to jump again.

  The fireball exploded when it reached the boar’s head. The impact of the explosion was so strong that it shook the ground. Then, bluish violet flames engulfed the poor beast.

  The blast stopped it immediately and mutilated its head.

  Its bristles were burning, its bronze skin turning red.

  The boar gave out a shrill cry in pain, turned around, and ran uphill like hell, only to drop to the ground after a couple of dozen meters. It twitched, and then went still. A delicious aroma of meat started floating in the air.

  Guy was astounded.

  He had seen many 3rd-tier magic casters before, but never one as little as her.

  thought Guy.

  Irina was also a natural with magic. She had become a 1st-tier magic caster at the age of three; when she was five, she had been able to use 3rd-tier magic; at only 26 years old, she had become a 10th-tier magic caster. She was really talented—even the elven queen hadn’t become a 10th-tier magic caster until she was in her 40s.

  No one knew how powerful Irina would become, considering her life expectancy.

  Guy thought.

  Guy put his spear away.

  If the system hadn’t told him to step back, Mag would have been knocked over by the blast. Still, he stood there, dumbfounded.

  He thought he had known how powerful Amy’s fireball was—he had seen her use it many times—but he apparently hadn’t had a clue. The one that had just exploded was basically a bomb.

  “How wise of me to have brought Amy along! Your armor and magic shield might not have saved me from this boar,” Mag said to the system.

  “If you had bought them, you would have got life insurance for free. I’d see to it that a large amount of money would go to Amy if you died.”


  “Oh, that’s so thoughtful of you!” Mag said sarcastically. He thrust the point of the sword into the earth and walked over to Amy with a smile. “Well done, Amy. You killed that boar.”


  “But……” Amy said, looking at Mag’s bleeding hand. “But you’re hurt, Father. That stupid pig!”


  Looking at her worried face, Mag felt very warm inside. “Don’t worry. It doesn’t hurt,” he said. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, wrapped it around the bleeding hand, and lifted Amy and the kitten down.

  “Let me blow on it to make the pain go away,” she said, blowing.

  Mag smiled and put on a surprised face. “It worked! Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, stroking her head. Then he looked to Guy standing not far away.

  “Hi, Mr. Tiger,” Amy said to Guy, surprised.