Helle Ann Bloodsmith, daughter of the blacksmith of the city, and is “the most beautiful girl”. 

Her scarlet hair paired with her crimson eyes, along with her beautiful figure, possessed the hearts of many.

Many pursuers came after her for her beauty. However, she has no intention of getting into a relationship. 

In fact, the elders said that she’s insane. 

She challenged anyone she thinks worthy enough to a dual, and haven’t lost a match. 

She’s crazy.

I sat on the rock near the cliff, where the Bloodsmith’s house was located, and hoped for the best for Rygus. 

He went into the house and stayed for a few hours. Apparently, they were having a nice conversation.

A cynical laugh disturbed the peace in the forest. 

“You are from the Kersia family? Hahahahaha~ I’ve been wanting to duel with them since forever. Come on,” she stood up and into battle position, “show me your skills.”

“If that’s what you want, milady.” Rygus’ hands flew in mid air, and called out his dagger. “Serve me with great strength, Ripper.”

Helle covered her eyes with her hand and tilted her head back. The force she possesses is far too great to challenge. 

“You intend to fight me with those? You have to try harder, Kersia.” 

She flailed her arm backwards. “Let me show you what a real weapon looks like.” 

Helle swung her arms around and created a magic seal. 

She unlocked the seal and cursed, 

“The souls of the undead, you will serve me. The souls of the alive, you will fear me. Great strength and power, I have it all. Oh, the flaming Asher, answer to my call!” 

Blood flew out of the seal and dripped onto the floor. 

The red stream formed a spear in her hands. Flames flew out of her back in shape of wings and into the spear. 

“Let me introduce her to you. This is Asher, my most loyal company. She will suck your blood and burn you to ash.”

Rygus smiled. His face changed to the same one engraved in my mind, “We’ll see about that.”