Have you ever been a witch? Take this fireball!

Chapter 42 Your Friend Is Somewhat Unique

The once quiet swamp was now bustling with activity.

Explosions continued to occur.

Dorothy's face was illuminated by the firelight.

She remained expressionless as she unleashed fireballs that continuously struck several mercenaries in the distance.

At first there were a few screams, but then the mercenaries' voices gradually weakened and decreased.

"Dorothy? Is that alright?"

Elor's voice came from behind.

"In my magical perception, there is no longer any sign of life."

Dorothy stopped.

But instead of heeding Elor's advice, she began to increase the power of her fireball spell.

Dorothy raised her right hand above her head.

A fireball the size of a fist continued to expand.

Dorothy felt her magic power decreasing.

"Gather, flame!"

Finally, the fireball hovered high in the air, expanding to a diameter of three meters, like a small sun, dispelling all the surrounding poisonous fog.

"Great Fireball!"

Dorothy waved her right hand, controlling the fireball above her head to hurtle towards the mercenary group.

boom!

The fireball crashed into the white mist, causing a violent explosion.

Heat waves continued to surge outwards.

Dorothy's mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing heavily.

At the same time, she maximized her magical perception, constantly searching her surroundings for any living creatures.

At that moment, Leonce slowly descended from the sky.

"They are all dead."

Although Leona is a standard academy-style mage with limited combat experience, she is still a high-level mage.

Dorothy simply nodded silently, but did not stop sensing the magic.

Leonce reached out and gently smoothed the strands of hair that had been ruffled by the hot wind.

"The magical fluctuations here are very strong. They might attract those things from the depths of the swamp. We'd better leave."

Leonce glanced into the depths of the swamp as she spoke.

The very existence of that area was emanating a magical aura that made even her heart tremble.

"Wait a minute, it'll be quick." Dorothy said, then walked toward the mercenaries' severed limbs and fragments.

If the body remains intact, she will first explore it before casting a fireball.

For those that are no longer recognizable as human, search for any valuable relics that may have fallen.

Dorothy's action made Leona frown slightly, and she felt a churning in her stomach, feeling nauseous.

Leonce turned to look at Elor.

"Your friend's behavior is somewhat unique."

Elor looked at Leonse with some surprise, because this was the first time the other woman had spoken to him since they set off.

A little joy welled up inside Elor, but she didn't show it.

Instead, she crossed her arms and turned her head to the side. "Hmph~ Dorothy is just being cautious. Besides, she's different from you. She didn't have abundant resources growing up, and she had to rely on herself for everything."

After being suddenly lectured by Elor, Lyons lowered her head, pursed her lips, and waited to be scolded, like a child who had made a mistake.

However, when Elor saw Leonce like this, her initial joy instantly turned into anger.

She said somewhat impatiently, "I have more experience adventuring outside than you. Just do what I say."

"And wasn't this ambush also planned by Dorothy after sensing the danger in advance?"

"..." Leonse did not refute.

Dorothy remained vigilant as she left the mercenary guild.

So, when she left the post station with Elor and Lyons, she waited outside for a while.

Then I saw Wolf and Gwen coming out right behind them.

While Wolf and Gwen waited for the other mercenaries to join them.

Dorothy has decided to set up an ambush deep in the swamp.

While the two were bickering, Dorothy returned with her spoils.

The armor and weapons were all blasted to pieces by the fireball spell; very few remained intact.

However, the staff left behind by that magician is a good thing.

Although it's somewhat damaged, it's still worth a few dollars.

Adding the money bags I collected, I had a total of twenty gold coins.

"Let's go. These corpses will soon be devoured by the monsters in the swamp if we leave them here."

Dorothy gave all the loot she had collected to Elor so she could store it away.

Elor saw what Dorothy handed her.

In addition to the magic wand and gold coins, there are also two iron plaques.

She glanced at the contents of the metal sign.

"The Mist Serpent Mercenary Group..."

The iron plaque wasn't particularly valuable. Dorothy collected it for a simple reason: to keep it as a memento so that if she encountered this mercenary group again, she could quickly remember them and give them a gift.

In Dorothy's mind, human traffickers must die.

Especially those who dare to set their sights on me.

The three then continued walking deeper into the swamp.

Dorothy walked at the front, with Leonce bringing up the rear.

While picking up the loot, Dorothy saw Leonce speak to Elor.

However, the effect was not good.

Dorothy, who was walking at the front, rubbed her fair chin with her hand.

Lyon helped me a lot.

Lyons teaching me magic was a significant favor.

Dorothy really wanted to repay the kindness of these two siblings who had helped her so enthusiastically.

For example, getting Elor and Lyons back on their terms.

Anyway, there's still some time before I have to go back to the City of Apprentices.

Let's take advantage of this time to restore their relationship to what it was before!

Dorothy thought to herself.

So it was afternoon when we set up camp.

We chose a place where the ground was relatively dry and there were trees growing.

Dorothy observed the tree and, after confirming that there were no poisonous snakes or insects, went forward to prune the branches and make a temporary resting place.

"You two can make dinner."

Dorothy assigned the task of making dinner to Elor and Leonce.

They figured that no matter what, the two of them needed to have some communication.

As long as there is a willingness to communicate, that is a good start.

Dorothy held a longsword in her hand and kept chopping down the tangled branches.

"What are you doing! Get out of the way!"

Suddenly, Elor shouted.

Dorothy looked down.

Then I saw Leonce standing there with her arms outstretched, looking bewildered, with an iron pot lying in the mud at her feet.

The fire was extinguished by the soup that was cooking.

Elor was glaring at her angrily.

Dorothy "..."

I have a bad feeling.

Elor picked up the iron pot from the ground and pointed to the side.

"Go over there and stay quietly now."

Leonce obediently walked to the place Elor pointed to.

Having grown up in a noble family and spent most of her time learning magic, Leona also makes some small snacks.

However, she had absolutely no experience when it came to adventuring in the wild.

Therefore, the prepared hot soup was accidentally spilled.

Faced with an angry Elor, she didn't even dare to say sorry.

Dorothy quickly tied the cut branches together and laid them on the trunk to make a small bed that could barely accommodate the three of them.

Dorothy jumped down from the tree and walked up to Leonce.

"Well, everyone does this sometimes. I used to hurt my fingers a lot when I cooked for myself."

As she spoke, Dorothy took Lyons' hand and led her to Elor, who was relighting the fire.

"Come on, I'll tell you how to do it."

As she spoke, Dorothy picked up a twig in preparation for demonstrating.

But suddenly Elor looked up and glared at Dorothy.