Erii: A Journey Through the Heavens Begins with Frilian

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Frillie asked calmly.

Across from the three, seven or eight figures blocked the exit, spreading out in a surrounding pattern.

Unlike the adventurers they encountered at the camp, this group had a more ferocious and arrogant expression, with a sinister glint in their eyes that made people feel uncomfortable. In particular, when they looked Erii and her companions up and down like hyenas, it was as if they were looking at a delicacy.

The leader was a woman with a troll-like appearance, dressed in a very rugged style with her chest and belly exposed. Her physique was more robust than the men behind her, and the double-edged axe in her hand was still stained with fresh blood.

She stared at Frillie with a mocking gaze, and said in a voice as loud as a broken bellows, "Even a trash monster like a mimic chest gets hit, a complete newbie?"

"Philen, let's go." Frilian stood up, ignoring the woman's words.

"Ms. Frillian, they don't seem to have any intention of making way," Philon said calmly, but tightened his grip on his wand slightly.

The woman grinned, "Hand over everything you have, and I might spare your lives."

"Why?" Frillie asked back.

"Robbery is illegal," Philon added.

"What?! Why?! Do I need you to lecture me on the law?" The woman was taken aback, enraged by his unwavering composure in the face of imminent danger. "I'm advising you clueless newbies: magicians should stay in the city and hand over your valuables as a lesson learned!"

A scarred man yelled, "We're the Mad Beast Bandit Gang! Stop wasting time! You should know what happens to mages when warriors get close, right? At this distance, a fight might just break out, hehe~"

Clearly, this group had some reservations, which is why they dared not act rashly.

After all, the destructive power of magic is undeniable. In their view, even if they could successfully kill and rob, their own side would suffer casualties.

What's more, there's an unfathomable elf among them!

It was the scene of Frillie being easily subdued by the mimic that gave them courage and confidence. In addition, the fact that all three of them were seemingly frail girls made them put their plan into action.

In addition, Erii's bulging backpack and Frilian's obviously antique suitcase are no different from blind box treasure chests full of great temptation. Everyone knows that elves have long lifespans and must have collected many valuable items.

Driven by greed and weighing their options rationally, they chose to threaten first.

At this moment, Erii stepped forward, staring intently at the waist of the leading woman, her eyes filled with confusion.

Her inappropriate behavior drew everyone's attention.

It was a diamond pendant, secured by a delicate cord woven into the shape of petals, making it particularly eye-catching in the dimly lit, enclosed room.

Erii smelled the aroma of grilled meat.

Sizzle~

The atmosphere was joyful in front of the roaring bonfire.

"Girl, want some more?" The uncle handed a large skewer of grilled meat to Erii, a flash of silver light passing through his chest as he bent over.

Noticing Erii's gaze shift, the older man chuckled and said, "Isn't it beautiful?"

Erii nodded.

"This is a birthday present from my daughter! Let me tell you, she's incredibly skillful. See this scabbard? She drew the design on it. She also made a lot of the decorations in the house..."

"He died two years ago, along with my wife, from the plague. There's practically no one left in the village. It was a curse left behind by a powerful demon..."

"If she were still alive, she'd probably be a little younger than you, haha, and just as pretty as you. After all, her mother was the most beautiful girl in the village!"

"What's wrong? Is that guy someone you know? I'm really sorry, but the blood on my axe is from when I chopped off his head. He was willing to die to fight me for this treasure, it's sure to fetch a good price."

Erii was lost in thought, the man's calm narration turning into a woman's teasing banter.

The crackling of the firewood suddenly stopped.

The warmth of the burning flames was replaced by a damp, chilly cold.

Upon hearing the woman's words, the surrounding bandits' gazes grew even colder, and they all assumed the posture of cheetahs charging forward.

Having already killed someone the other party knew, it means things are unlikely to end peacefully, so it's better to strike first!

They pounced out suddenly, their faces filled with murderous intent!

In fact, this group of people were right. A distance of only a few meters is simply too short for most magicians to react to.

Before the incantation was even finished, the blade had probably already pierced the heart.

"Go to hell."

Erii said indifferently.

puff--

Blood splattered, and the woman's body shrank.

Puff puff!

The sounds of flesh and blood separating rose and fell, and the others followed suit, sprawling on the ground.

The next second, heart-wrenching screams and cries of pain echoed endlessly, and the stench of blood quickly filled the air.

Their legs below the knees were cleanly severed by an invisible sharp force, and jets of red fluid intertwined as the arteries gushed forth.

"Go to hell."

After a series of splattering sounds, arms were severed one by one, and the wailing gradually turned into weak sobs.

As the executioner who carried out the bloody torture of slow slicing, Erii remained expressionless like a wooden stake, not moving even when her white socks, stained red with blood, were still on.

She didn't know what sadness was, nor did she feel the urge to cry.

All I know is that I won't be able to eat the uncle's grilled meat anymore.

The severed limbs caused profuse bleeding, and some people have already died with their eyes wide open, unable to breathe properly.

Erii suddenly remembered that the lewd man named Crow had once joked that he was lucky he wasn't a chatterbox, otherwise Genji Heavy Industries would have to hire new employees every day.

Erii, however, felt that if she were truly a chatterbox, she would have been poisoned and rendered mute by the heads of the major families long ago.

"There is indeed a type of person in the labyrinth who doesn't kill monsters, but instead targets adventurers. They might even disguise themselves as teammates and suddenly betray them," Frilian's tone was icy. "They are despicable, and Simmel hates them very much."

"Simmel? The Hero Simmel?" The woman, still clinging to life, exclaimed incredulously, her pupils contracting. "An elf... could you be...?"

"Go to hell."

puff--

The woman's head rolled, her face still showing horror and terror.

Philon picked up the diamond pendant that had fallen to the ground and handed it to Erii.

Erii took it and put it around her neck.

"That's how travel is; danger and death are always lurking around," Frillie said, skipping towards the door after walking along a path unstained by blood. Turning back, she asked, "Are you still coming with us?"

Erii remained silent and followed quietly.

"Do you need any help? Um, cough cough, excuse me..."

At the entrance, a kind-hearted adventurer peeked out and saw three beautiful girls standing calmly amidst the corpses and blood. He immediately realized he had been deluding himself.

The three continued deeper into the maze.

Frilian glanced sideways at Erii, recalling the massacre in the secret room, completely baffled.

She didn't understand what the source of Erii's ability to use that power was.

Or perhaps, what exactly does Erii rely on to manipulate the elements so effortlessly?

He did nothing, there was no magical fluctuation, he simply opened his mouth and spoke, and his words instantly granted his enemy death.

Hmm, Frilian thinks Erii seems more alluring than the magic book.