Shua! Shua! Shua!

Arrows sizzling with a fiery aura flew in the darkness of the night taking one life after another without any mercy.

The huge intimidating pack of wolves was now almost completely dealt with, dozens of bodies littered everywhere in front of them.

Sylvia’s eyes darted here and there, slowly taking in the smell of blood lingering in the air around her.

But as her eyes wandered, she couldn’t help noticing something weird.

A few feet to her left, illuminated intermittently by the arrows whooshing in the air, was a beast that looked visibly different from a wolf.

A goat?

What the heck? A goat was about to attack them? Sylvia blinked at it and looked weirdly, pitying the poor animal.

When the wolves themselves didn’t stand a chance, why did this dumb goat come forward, daring to attack these two jerks?

But then, something didn’t feel right.

Wild animals were rarely this dumb. They had a well-toned natural instinct for survival.

“Your highness, is that a goat?” Sylvia asked Cassius, pointing at the distance.

However, just as she spoke, not just Cassius but even Mikel and Theodore turned around to stare in the direction she was pointing to.

“Slave gal… that… that is not a goat.” Cassius stammered, fear apparent in his eyes.

Even Mikel and Theodore looked stiff, the bow on their hands slightly trembling. Their faces had darkened and they looked a lot more serious now.

“Your highness!” Theodore shouted.

“Hmmm…” Mikel hummed with a solemn look on his face. “I can see it, Theo. It looks like we have underestimated her potential.”

Her potential? Who were they talking about? Were they talking about her? Sylvia was confused. 

She couldn’t understand what was going on. Why were these two obviously strong men suddenly acting so wary of a dumb goat?

She had no idea. She tried to take another look and glanced at the goat again, but this time an arrow flew by it, very close to its body, killing a wolf nearby, while simultaneously throwing some light on this so-called goat.

Only now Sylvia was able to see the full animal and it was in no way resembling a goat!

The beast had a pair of dull jade green eyes that looked profound and unfathomable.

Its body might be similar to that of a goat but it had a huge ferocious lion’s head.

This was unmistakably a Quilin!!!

And it was no wild animal. It was a magical beast.

In fact, it was one of the most feared magical beasts that had assaulted the Kalindor Kingdom during the great beast war.

Five of the top tier mages of the Kingdom had to combine their strength and only then they were able to deal with it.

Even today, that Quilin’s head was proudly hung and showcased in the long corridors of the King’s main castle. 

It was proof of the Kingdom’s strength.

Everyone including the common folks like Sylvia knew about it. 

Most households even had fake decorative statues similar to the beast’s terrifying appearance. 

But what was such a powerful magical beast doing here? They had only barely stepped out of the border market.

This was far too close to the Kingdom, to the mainlands, for such a powerful magical beast to make an appearance.

Even Sylvia knew that such a terrifying beast did not belong here.

Was this the beginning of another beast onslaught? 

She had only just relaxed seeing the wolves getting massacred by the devil, but now this magical beast was glaring at them?

Just what the heck was happening today? Fear and dread filled Sylvia’s eyes and this time rightfully so.

Even Cassius was trembling and shaking. Mikel and Theodore had grave looks on their faces.

They instantly tossed their bows aside and unsheathed long glittering swords with multiple gems lining the hilts.

These gems enhanced the strength, durability, and sharpness of the sword, but how could it still be sufficient against this monstrous magical beast?

As the two men unsheathed their swords, the Quilin calmly and casually strolled towards them.

It did not even pay any heed to the weapons glittering in front of it.

Unlike the wolves, this beast looked at them as if it was a majestic Emperor looking down on insects.

And for some reason… the beast’s eyes were locked onto Sylvia.

As this sudden realization hit her, Sylvia shuddered. She could feel the killing intent emanating from the beast deep in her bones.

“Why? Why is it looking at me?” She stammered, her words spilling out of her mouth without her permission.

She squirmed under the direct glare of the Quilin, her body burning up with a strange heat.

But strangely enough, she was not scared.

The magical beast in front of her could finish her off in an instant, but somehow her body was behaving differently, not realizing this fact.

Sylvia could clearly feel her heart thump with an exciting rhythm. 

Blood speedily coursed through her veins and every inch of her muscles and bones were itching as if they wanted to fight with the beast standing in front of her.

Her body was compelling her to get up and go attack the Quilin. A fervent desire and bloodthirst arose in her, burning brazenly.

“I must have gone crazy!” Sylvia clutched her head in utter confusion. 

She was a weak woman, a woman who had no powers. She was someone who had just now been frozen solid at the mere sight of a pack of wolves.

But now… Why was she acting like this in front of this undeniably powerful monstrosity? 

She had definitely gone crazy. Sylvia was sure of it.

She dug her teeth into her lips and clenched her fists tightly, trying to control her irrational impulsive urge.

She hadn’t realized it but her breathing had turned irregular and she was panting loudly, her entire body trembling and shaking.

“Stop it. Damn it. Stop it.” Sylvia muttered under her breath, her two irises bright golden in color.