Chapter 232: Again, the Cat Spirit

Pfft—

The female orc Amy swung her massive crystal cleaver, slicing a forest scorpion leopard clean in two.

A swipe, and blood and organs sprayed through the air.

Amy bathed in it, drunk on the sight, steam rising from her body.

Without pausing, she spun and kicked a scorpion leopard lunging at her into the trees.

Then she charged again into the pack of beasts attacking under cover of night.

Ptht—

Splash—

Crack—

The sounds of blades cutting flesh, bones snapping, and blood spraying mingled with Amy's laughter in the deep night.

Luo De, Tally, the elf, and the banshee stood aside, watching her slaughter freely.

Calyste found Amy's fighting style utterly repulsive.

"You should teach her—this beastly way of fighting is too grotesque."

Luo De smiled, unconcerned:

Style matters. We're not some rigid academic faction. Savage growth suits us better—and Amy's an orc; this suits her best.

"But she deliberately splatters guts and blood all over herself."

Among the scorpion leopards, Amy now had at least three intestines, still dripping with contents, hanging from her body.

She'd even pried off a leopard's head and was trying to strap it to her belt.

Okay.

Luo De admitted it was genuinely disgusting.

"Amy! Why are you hanging all that crap on yourself?"

The female orc, hearing her master scold her, just grinned foolishly.

"Master! The blood and guts of enemies are the orc's honor! This is Amy's honor!"

Luo De sighed: "Listen, take them off."

Amy looked ready to pout, but her eyes rolled once, then she grinned again:

"Amy gets it! Master wants my honor, right?! For Master, Amy is happy to share!"

With that, she tore the intestines off and hurled them toward Luo De.

"Damn it!"

The scorpion leopard's gut, packed with contents, stretched over several meters, covering a wide area.

Luo De was about to leap back when Tally giggled, wrapped her arms around him, and vanished into shadow.

The elf Calyste and the banshee Krist were both startled.

The former used 【Spatial Shift】 to vanish elegantly; the latter, being a spirit, had no time to react before the gut passed straight through her.

Splat—

The gut stuck to the ground, revolting.

Luo De couldn't help but laugh bitterly, and issued a new command via the enslavement spell: "No hanging guts on yourself!"

"Nooo—"

The female orc, one hand crushing a scorpion leopard's skull, pouted and whined.

Her facial features were sharp—both the orc's rugged strength and a woman's soft grace.

Leopard brain and blood splattered across her face, lending a brutal, strange beauty.

Luo De had no intention of erasing her orc traditions entirely.

The order only forbade hanging guts—limbs and severed parts were still acceptable.

"Listen!"

"Okay."

Amy reluctantly dropped the gore from her body.

Calyste appeared beside Luo De.

She frowned: "There are elfic lesson plans for teaching ladies combat. I'll write them for you later."

"You expect Amy to learn those? I doubt she could."

"You coddle her too much—not just the orc, but the other girls in the forest with bad records too."

As she spoke, she glanced at Krist, who was standing off to the side, thinking about direction.

The banshee had first scammed a farm, then stolen the gear of the land nagas in the Death Desert—born a con artist.

To the strict, serious, traditional elf, these were all unruly students needing correction.

"So, Teacher Calyste, what's your plan?"

Luo De smiled.

"Like Bond—let me teach them."

"You're serious?"

"Of course. The forest belongs to nature; I, as an elf, am a child of nature, and I have the duty to correct the unruly students of Windwall Forest."

Calyste was indeed the type who loved to teach, and she didn't look like she was joking.

Luo De thought for a moment.

Krist's twelve commands were extremely harsh—essentially locking her in the forest, doing nothing.

That didn't align with his aesthetic for girls—he preferred them to have independent, distinctive, healthy personalities.

"So, Teacher Calyste, which students will you take?"

Calyste heard him.

She scowled, scanning everyone present.

"Besides Bond, the orc, the banshee, the succubus, and you, human."

Luo De laughed in disbelief: "Me?"

Tally immediately protested: "I'm not going! Why should you be the teacher?"

"Permissiveness is the precursor to decay, succubus—you need to learn restraint. And human, do you think your magical foundation is strong? Speed in mana accumulation means nothing if you don't understand the principles or grasp the basics."

"Master~~ Look what this thing says! I'm a succubus! Why should I learn restraint?"

Luo De ignored Tally.

True.

The elf was right—he'd never received systematic training; his magical fundamentals had always been lacking.

The Spirit Seed had boosted his insight and talent, but why reinvent what others had already organized?

"Fine. Pick the time."

"What?! Master, no—"

Tally wailed.

Calyste's grim face broke into a smug smile.

She glanced at the succubus, sneering.

"Look at her! Master! She's mocking me!!"

Tally stormed over, flinging herself into her master's arms to complain.

Luo De patted her cute little face, amused.

He kissed her ear, breathing in the succubus's sweet scent, whispering: "I won't force you. If you're unhappy, skip class."

"I heard that. First lesson in restraint: you two cannot cling to each other constantly."

Calyste's gaze turned hostile.

Tally kissed her master back.

Then she stuck out her tongue, made a face, and vanished into shadow with a *whoosh*.

The chatter ended.

Amy's bloody massacre up ahead was over.

They were now in a dense forest.

According to the banshee Krist, they were close to the ratmen's territory.

They'd been attacked by forest scorpion leopards because the sky sails couldn't land in the thick canopy, so they'd landed on a clearing and planned to walk the rest.

"Wait a moment."

Calyste halted everyone, saying she could summon a helper capable of countering the ratmen using the corpses.

Luo De had no objection.

The elf used 【Mage Hand】 to gather the bodies, then drew a ritual circle around them.

Luo De didn't understand it.

He didn't care to.

Instead, he and Amy fashioned a hooked belt and began hanging the remaining scorpion leopard heads on it.

The banshee watched, rolling her eyes repeatedly.

Soon after.

As magical light flickered, the flesh and blood used as material dissolved into red mist, seeping into the ritual circle.

Then a flash of light appeared, and blue magical particles slowly formed the shape of a standing cat.

Whoosh—

The mist dispersed.

A cute orange cat spirit appeared.

(End of Chapter)