PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER

′′ My teacher was right, all men are idiots. . . I hope it’s okay, not that I care, but it would also be a waste if such an attractive man died in the jaws of a dark-edged creeper tiger; AAAHH! I should never have suggested hunting one of them in the first place, but who knew that that idiot hunter would be so stubborn in wanting to fight that tiger alone. ′′

Remembering the cold and distant way that Desmond spoke to me at that moment my spirits only worsened, but I also remembered the way he apologized and that beautiful smile of his that almost melts my heart so I couldn’t be truly upset with the.

′′ AAAAAH damn it, what kind of witchcraft did that charming and charismatic handsome man use in me to make me behave like this? ′′

Of course, I was aware that the real reason I was so concerned about Desmond was that I was so attracted to him, but it wasn’t like I was just going to accept the fact so sincerely; What kind of woman would I be if he fell in love with me so easily.

′′ Ah just forget it, Sasha, for the moment you must concentrate on your current task, Desmond will be fine you have to trust him; Even if he can’t defeat the Dark-edged Creeper Tiger he should be able to run away from it, after all, they are usually not as fast in pursuit as their appearance might suggest. . . wait, does Desmond even know that? . . . mmm sure he knows. ′′

Leaving Desmond’s thoughts in the back of my mind, I focused on my current search; loot a large endowment of pompous chicken eggs.

These cowardly chickens usually live in areas that for one reason or another have a higher concentration of fire mana in the environment as it helps them in the incubation of their eggs; although it could also be simply because they like warm weather. . . who knows.

Of course, with my abnormally high sensitivity to mana, especially fire-type mana, finding these creatures should be a walk in the park. . . well, a walk in the woods.

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Poor me for forgetting that it is precise because of these walks in the woods that I decided to start this experiment to make my clothes more resistant.

When she left home she wore a short black dress on the sides as well as white in the center and neckline; This one came slightly above my knees so that it showed a pretty decent part of my soft thighs.

Wearing heavy-duty dark brown leather boots and black stockings, I didn’t carry a wide variety of things on top other than a small supply backpack, my wand in its holster on my right thigh, and a wide hat to avoid the sun.

Although the dress had managed to survive in one piece because I was extra careful moving because it was one of my favorite dresses, which I did not decide to wear to show my attractiveness to a certain idiot hunter that I am not even thinking about.

In any case, the black stockings had not had the same fate as my dress as they had been ripped in several areas while I was passing through some bushes.

Before my mind fully focused on my clothing problems, I felt a slight presence of fire mana stimulate my horns, which caused me a slight tingle and brought me back to reality; I would never really get used to that feeling when fire mana touches my horns.

Still, at least now I was pretty sure I’d find those chickens soon, I hope so, I’m still really worried about Desmond; I really shouldn’t have left him alone in the first place. . . but he was so stubborn about it and that seemed to get worse when I said that it would be impossible for him to manage to kill that beast alone; Maybe it’s his pride? But that didn’t seem to be the case. . .

′′ AAAAAHH damns how much I am going to worry about a man I only knew for one day, is that how it works when you fall in love? Doesn’t that mean that by the time I marry him and we have children, he will be something of the center of my universe? . . . well that may not be the case, maybe it is not something gradual but something eventual and there are logical limits set on how much you can love a person. . . AAAHH because I’m thinking of marrying him and having kids, I don’t even love him; or if? What is love to begin with? ′′

And with a monologue like that leading up, I found a gigantic flock of pompous chickens camping on a hillside, I can only thank the gods that chickens can’t understand the kind of love maiden gibberish that was coming off my lips from time to time while he cheekily stole her eggs.

These chickens may be famously known for their cowardice and delicious eggs, but I cannot assure you that they would not become aggressive if they discovered that the girl who is looting their eggs to eat them was doing so without giving the slightest importance to their actions and seemed infinitely more. worried about her romantic problems than anything else.

She had already filled a small sack of eggs that she had brought with me when I set out to go back with Desmond to see how everything had turned out when. . .

GAAAAAAAARRRGHHH *

A thunderous roar filled with anger echoed around the forest, judging merely from the direction it was obvious that that roar was in all probability emitted by Desmond the dark-edged creeper tiger’s prey; as to whether the roles of prey and hunter had been reversed or not was something that I was unable to know at this point.

But that did not stop my heart from filling with anxiety and concern for that stupid blue-eyed hunter, quickly tying the sack full of eggs to my supply backpack that I carry on my back, I started to run in the direction of the roar hoping it was not Too late for when it came and something happened to Desmond.

′′ Please, you must be fine Desmond; I don’t even know what a kiss feels like. . . AAAAHH not again, why am I thinking of kissing now? ′′