Crimson Servant

"Be careful, witness, stay away from those dangerous traces." Leila warned the dark elf, with her mask facing the center of the blood moss, a piece of black and red ash.

The remnants of the crimson power made this terrain a truly dangerous place. However, the blood moss itself is well known by the residents of the underground world as a dangerous fungus. Therefore, there is no need to leave a warning to remind travelers.

Mal cherished her life more than Leila imagined. She stood at the entrance of the tunnel and didn't want to step into the earth pit where the shark lizard corpse was. She didn't notice the black ash in the center of the blood moss that Leila reminded her of in her vision. The crimson scars in the earth pit were enough to scare her.

"No matter what you say, I won't go there!" Mal Blade vowed. The tracking and understanding along the way made her more familiar with the footprints of her cheap uncle Francis. He participated in the battle, and the traces of the fight almost merged with those evil forces.

Maybe the black scorch marks left on the ground were the last thing left by the dark elves, Mal thought maliciously. Her education showed that dark elf men were weaker than them, and from those past illusions where he was bullied by his mother, it can be seen that he was very cowardly.

Mal didn't think there was anything wrong with Silna's viciousness in her youth, except that she had endured everything from the perspective of a victim. In the illusion, Mal was able to empathize with Francis, but after leaving the illusion, the dark elf's heart kept reminding himself that this was the obligation that must be undertaken by being a dark elf man.

Mal Blade suppressed the resentment in his heart with such exhortation, and did not realize that he had developed an undue hatred for his family. Leila was quietly changing her.

"As long as you don't get close, these won't hurt you."

"No." Mal hugged his arms and stood at the entrance of the cave, looking down at Leila. "I won't touch that man's footprints, and your evil magic will put his painful memories into my mind! I'm not stupid, why should I suffer?"

"What if it's paid?" Leila said softly.

"Hmm?" Mal frowned.

"Those pains made Francis strong." Because of the mask, Leila was very sure that the dark elf could not feel the joy of her plan.

"You must be very curious in your heart. Why did your mistress never mention that she had a brother far away from home, and why did she desperately want you to become a warrior. You are not stupid, you must have found the answers to these questions."

"Your blood relative, Francis Blade, is very powerful now, very powerful, so he will be with the dangerous Crimson Warlock. It is those pains that made him."

"And I also have a way to make those pains make you. Think about it, haven't you already endured some? Why not keep trying?"

Leila can easily figure out what Mal Blade is thinking. She is still too young, just like an ordinary dark elf. The pursuit of power and authority runs through the dark elf's life. She will definitely accept it, otherwise the previous suffering will not be in vain?

Three minutes later, Mal came to Leila.

"I'll trust you again."

The illusionist opened his hands and slowly stepped back, giving space to the dark elves.

Mar looked at Francis' footprints on the ground, took a breath, turned to Leila and said, "If this time doesn't go as I expected, I will never listen to your arrangements in the future, but you still have to dispel the crimson pollution in my body!"

Mar was calculating her own little plan, and she still thought she was smart to take advantage of the opportunity.

Leila smiled.

"You can trust me completely, you won't be disappointed."

...

Once again, going deep into the illusion, Mar quickly adapted to the body of young Francis. This time, she was not in the family mansion.

This is the Fighting Martial Arts Tower, the school where the dark elves learn martial arts.

Mar is very familiar with this venue. This is a training ground for young warriors to fight. The Fighting Martial Arts Tower will conduct a comprehensive ability assessment among students every three months. They will defeat every opponent here. The final assessment ranking is related to the glory of the family and will become the capital for the mistresses to show off in the aristocratic circle.

Mal was nostalgic and excited to participate in this event again. The first place in that event made her favored by the mistress and thus obtained an extraordinary status in the Blade family. Now, she will compete with this group of beginners again with the experience of a martial arts graduate. When she thought that many participants in this assessment had grown into authoritative figures in the city of Mozoberranzan, even in the illusion, Mal felt her heart stirring.

Next, it will be my time to perform, Mal Blade!

She is too skilled. In the assessment of group melee, the most efficient way to win is to form a team and kill her teammates at the end of the team victory. Betrayal and exploitation are almost instincts of dark elves.

Mal began to look for suitable allies around, but found that those dark elves who should be familiar with the whole process looked at her with some dangerous eyes.

They were full of hostility towards Francis, every one of them.

Mal found that she could not find allies because all of them were her enemies.

At this time, Mal got the key information from Francis' memory. This was not the first year of martial arts assessment, but the third year. In every previous assessment, Francis was the first, and each time he was alone.

And this time would be no exception.

Everyone except Francis has formed a group. They have reached a consensus to prioritize Francis. There is even a member of the Brad family, Francis' half-brother.

In this kind of scene, even Mal felt the pressure. She believed that she would be stronger than anyone present, but she also knew that she could not beat everyone.

The invigilator turned a blind eye to the atmosphere between the candidates. One of the examiners even smiled kindly at Francis.

A ball of purple demon fire was released into the air by the examiner, which also meant that the examination officially began.

Mal's heart sank. Before her escape consciousness turned into action, Francis' body had turned into a residual image.

Mal personally experienced Francis turning into a crushing storm. He held two wooden sticks and slaughtered all the candidates on the scene. Yes, it was a massacre. While Mal fully enjoyed the pleasure of fighting and beating the enemy, he sadly discovered that Francis, who was a student, was already stronger than himself. Incredibly strong, surpassing everyone of the same generation.

Francis did not make any unnecessary movements, and was efficient and perfect like a fighting machine.

Mal Blade experienced the joy of driving Francis. His body moved on its own, and his opponent fell. His hands were faster than his brain! Lost? Sorry! The only thing I need to worry about is the time. After all, happy times are always so short.

The last person fell under Francis' sword skills. Mal felt his vision blurred, and after a brief shock.

The dark elf grinned at the test time that returned to the beginning.

Mal Blade's blood boiled.

"Hahaha! Another hundred times is not enough!"