With her petite hands mimicking the form of pistols, she aimed at the unsuspecting creature.

Ba! Bio Bayou! In an instant, numerous tiny flames erupted from her fingertips, soaring toward the distant rabbit.

The rabbit quick on its feet, sensed the impending danger before the flames could reach it and darted away at great speed.

The flames struck the ground, igniting a small blaze, while Bayu pointed her hand toward the fleeing rabbit, causing a series of small flames to erupt behind it, trailing closely in pursuit.

Da da da da.

Chapter 47.

The indigenous power.

where the innocent little rabbit had never encountered such a scene.

It could only desperately flee forward, striving to evade the flames behind it.

Ultimately, Bayou failed to land a single blow which left him utterly exasperated.

You scoundrel with his left hand shaped like a gun.

A crimson magic array materialized.

A fireball shot straight towards the rabbit, yet it still missed its mark.

With a resounding explosion, the fireball detonated beside the rabbit, and a shock wave extinguished its life.

Ah, this is not amusing at all.

Bayou approached the charred carcass of the rabbit, seized it, and made his way to the castle entrance, where he swung his arm and cast the rabbit's body into the blackwater altar.

Bayou cast a skeptical glance at his enhanced attributes.

Indeed, he was now at the commander level.

How infuriating.

A dignified commander nearly let a mere level one rabbit escape.

What a disgrace.

He continued his journey beyond the castle with the perilous snowcapped mountains to the east.

Choosing to head west, he sought to reach the fringes of the dark forest, primarily to ascertain whether his castle's territory extended that far.

If not, he would not take the risk of venturing outside his domain.

Along the way, Bayou dispatched several wild boars, which were far easier to hunt than rabbits, while rabbits would flee upon sighting him.

The wild boars would charge headlong, and their larger size made them easier targets.

After slaying the boores, Bayou summoned the undead from their remains, assigning them the task of transporting the corpses back to the castle.

An efficient arrangement indeed.

Unbeknownst to him, Bayou was gradually straying further from the castle, heading towards the western edge of his territory.

The distance from the castle to the edge was 6 km.

And as he hunted, he remained vigilant of his surroundings.

After over 2 hours, he noted an increase in the number of withered trees compared to those near his castle.

The soil beneath him grew more saturated, and the presence of monsters escalated.

As Bayu gazed upon the burgeoning trees ahead, he harbored a desire to set them ablaze.

However, reconsidering, he thought it prudent to avoid attracting the attention of any formidable beings lurking within the forest.

This was indeed the edge of his territory abundant with monsters, making it an ideal spot for practicing magic.

Bayou quietly honed his fire magic by battling wild boores, growing increasingly proficient in its application, even beginning to fuse it with his dark magic.

At that moment, a thunderous sound erupted from the forest to the west, prompting Bayou to halt his practice and turn his gaze in that direction.

He witnessed several towering gnarlled trees crashing to the ground, scattering the crows that had perched upon them.

What was happening? Before he could comprehend the situation, a massive black cat, drenched in blood and with a golden cross sword lodged in its back, burst forth from the woods at astonishing speed, charging directly at Bayou.

Without hesitation, Bayou reacted swiftly.

Although the circumstances were unclear, he knew that striking first was the prudent course of action.

Bayou extended her left hand, palm facing the black cat.

And instantly, five enormous crimson magic circles materialized on either side of her hand.

In an instant, five fireballs, each with a diameter of 1 meter, erupted from the magic circles, hurtling towards the black cat.

Boom.

Boom.

The fireballs exploded, creating a sea of flames.

Congratulations, Lord.

You have gained 120 experience points.

Is it dead? Bayou lowered her left hand, realizing that the recent spell had consumed 40 points of her magical energy.

As the inferno subsided, it revealed the charred remains of the black cat.

Bayou's gaze shifted upward where she spotted a man clad in platinum armor wielding a shield approaching her from the forest.

A person? Could he be the lord? Bayou felt a surge of anxiety as if facing a formidable foe.

The man approached the lifeless body of the cat and extracted the cross-shaped sword embedded in its back.

"Dear Miss, I am grateful for your timely assistance.

I am Morse, a squire knight of the holy court.

" The man bowed to Bay by you as he introduced himself.

I observed that you employed a fireball spell.

May I inquire as to your origins, esteemed sorceress? By was momentarily takenback.

From his words, it was evident that he was certainly not the Lord.

The only other possibility was that he was a native of the magical continent.

This was the first time she had heard of humans existing in a magical continent.

Regaining her composure, Bayou hastily replied to avoid arousing suspicion.

Um, esteemed knight of the holy court.

My name is Jilton.

I am a solitary practitioner unaffiliated with any organization residing in the vicinity.

Damn.

Why did that strange name come to mind first? Bayou was taken aback when Morse's suspicion was peaked by her initial response.

Miss, you are lying.

All sorcerers are governed by the magic association, and it is impossible for a solitary practitioner to learn magic.

Morse approached by you, his greed evident in his eyes.

Since you're not a sorceress of the magic association and are in this desolate place, I might as well capture you and present you to the magic association.

But before that, I would appreciate your service, beautiful lady.

Damn it.

I didn't know that ordinary people couldn't practice magic.

No one ever told me.

Bayou lamented internally as she watched Morris approach her with his sword.

Resolutely, she opened her palm, summoning a fire dragon that spiraled forth from the magic circle, soaring towards Morse.

To her astonishment, Morse raised a shield and successfully blocked by Yu's spell.

Swiftly, she raised her other palm and a black magic circle appeared, merging with the red one.

The flames enveloping the fire dragon transformed into a deep black hue, striking Morse's shield.

Boom! Morse remained in scathe, casting aside his shield and dissipating the last remnants of the flames.

He stare at the black flames smoldering on his shield.

His expression grave.

"This is dark magic.

Dark magic has long been lost.

You are of a foreign race," he exclaimed.

Only beings from other realms could possess such incomprehensible powers.

And this girl before him fit that description perfectly.

In Morse's eyes, greed vanished, replaced by an insatiable thirst for blood.

If previously he sought to capture by you for amusement, now his intent was unequivocally to end her life.

Is it truly so? Did I merely utter a single phrase and unleash a skill only for you to erase it all? The shield in Morse's possession radiated with divine light, extinguishing the black flames in an instant.

Grasping the cross sword, he vanished from sight, swiftly hurtling towards Bayou.

Is this truly how you entertain your guests? Chapter 48.

The commander level demon Soulmaster.

Bayou unleashed a colossal pillar of fire while Morse defended himself with his shield, pushing forward against the flames.

Suddenly, two black fireballs surged towards him from either side.

Despite his heavy armor, Morse exhibited remarkable agility, executing a backflip to evade Byu's twin blasts of dark fire.

He discerned that Byu's mastery of fire magic was rather rudimentary, at most intermediate, and her dark magic seemed to be limited to a single technique.