Chapter 709 Your Father Has a Very Good Eye
The door was slowly opened.
Within the dimly lit room, there was a beautiful elf holding a chair in her hands, and she was just about to bring it crashing down onto the head of the fatso cowering in the corner.
Amy’s little hand was still on the door handle, and she looked on with her mouth slightly agape. She was completely rooted to the spot as if she had been immobilized by fear.
Irina’s chair faltered in its downward descend as she turned to look at Amy, and she was also rooted to the spot.
The half-elf little girl at the entrance of the room appeared to be three to four years old, and she was wearing a gorgeous purple dress. Her silver hair had been arranged into twin braids, and she was looking at her with a pair of watery blue eyes, looking as if she were rather frightened. Her pointy little ears were twitching nervously, and her intricate little face epitomized the word “adorkable”.
Amy is probably around the same age as her… Irina spaced out for a second, but she quickly came to her senses, and stared at the little girl with a hint of surprise in her eyes. She had applied restricted magic to the door, so even a 9th-tier magic caster shouldn’t have been able to open it from the outside. This little girl appeared to be a little magic caster, but there was no way that she should’ve been able to open the door.
As soon a the door was opened, Brent’s eyes immediately lit up as if a ray of hope had shone onto his miserable existence. However, his expression also stiffened at the sight of Amy standing at the entrance. That’s not President Richard! Who’s this little half-elf girl? And what’s she doing here?
Upon hearing the news that Krassu had come to cause trouble for the Magus Tower, Brent was in the process of hurrying down the stairs when he was knocked out by a vicious chair to the head from Irina. After that, she dragged him into this dark room, and gave him a brutal beating while interrogating him about who had been involved in the assassination attempt three years ago.
Brent wasn’t an idiot; he knew that he couldn’t admit the Magus Tower’s involvement in that incident. As such, he could only wait for Richard to detect the abnormal magic waves in the tower and then come to save him.
However, instead of Richard rushing in to save him, he was greeted by the sight of this little half-elf girl.
The Magus Tower only accepted human magic casters, so he had no idea how this little half-elf had snuck into the tower. However, she was his only hope, so he immediately yelled, “Hurry up and call for—”
“Thump!”
Before Brent had a chance to finish his sentence, a chair had slammed into his face. The chair was shattered into tiny wooden splinters, while Brent had been knocked completely unconscious.
Irina tossed the remaining sections of the chair in her hands aside, then turned to Amy with a smile, and asked, “Who are you, little girl? How did you come here?”
Amy’s eyes were glittering as she looked at Irina. Big Sister Aisha was the most beautiful elf she had ever seen, but this rather violent big sister seemed to be even more beautiful, just as if she were a goddess who had descended from the heavens.
Furthermore, she also had a head of silver hair, and her skin was fair as snow. Her pointy ears were so thin that they were almost transparent, and the golden moon insignia appeared as if it could glow. She also had a pair of watery blue eyes just like her own, and for some reason, Amy was struck by a sense of intimacy and closeness when she looked at this woman.
However, the image of Irina slamming the chair into the fatso’s head had well and truly startled Amy.
Not only was this big sister so beautiful, she was also so cool! Was she a melee magic caster as well?
“If you’re going to hit someone, hit them in the face” was the first lesson in melee magic that Krassu had ever taught her. As such, Irina’s treatment of that fatso was a textbook example of how melee magic should be implemented in battle. If it weren’t for the fact that she knew that Master Krassu had no other disciples, she would’ve been tempted to call this woman her martial sister.
“I’m just a little elf who happens to be passing by…” Amy replied feebly. Even though she was feeling a sense of intimacy toward this big sister, she still implemented the strategy that Mag had taught her when speaking to strangers, which involved not disclosing any personal information.
“A little elf who happens to be passing by, eh?” Irina faltered slightly before a smile appeared on her face. It had been a long time since she had met such an interesting little girl, and she couldn’t help but chuckle. A smaller chair suddenly appeared in her hand, and she extended an invitation toward Amy as she asked, “This is a bad guy. Do you want to beat up this bad guy with me?”
“Yes!” Amy immediately nodded without any hesitation. She rushed into the room with excitement on her face and accepted the chair from Irina with glee. She then strode over to Brent and began to size up her chair and his head, trying to find the best angle to strike from.
Irina repressed the urge to smile as she adopted a serious expression, and asked, “Why are you so quick to believe me? Aren’t you afraid that I’m a bad person?”
“It’s alright, Father says that in a fight between two people, the ugly one has to be the baddie. You’re so beautiful, Big Sister, so there’s no way that you’re a baddie.” Amy shook her head with a serious expression as she pointed at Brent, and said, “So he must be the baddie.”
“Your father has a very good eye.” Irina nodded, and before she knew it, her slightly dejected mood had been lifted. Not only was this little girl very adorable, her father also seemed to be quite interesting.
“Argh!”
Brent had just begun to come to his senses, yet the first thing that he saw was Amy holding a little chair in both hands, and he let loose a cry of shock and horror.
“Shh!”
Amy tried to tell Brent to be quiet, but she was already swinging her chair toward his face.
“Thump!”
The sturdy little wooden chair was instantly pulverized into countless shards of wood, leaving on two sections of chair legs in Amy’s hands.
“Ugh…”
Brent fell unconscious again.
“You sure are a quick learner.” Irina turned to Amy with a rather surprised expression. This little girl’s textbook chair-swinging form very much resembled her own.
“Heehee.” A wide beaming smile appeared on Amy’s face. For some reason, she was very happy to be praised by this big sister; it was a completely different feeling from being praised by her father.
“However, there are still improvements that you can make. For example, you can tilt the chair slightly at an angle, then raise it high above your head, and strike his face from this angle.”
“Bam!”
“See? The sound was crisper that time, wasn’t it? It sounds more satisfying this way.”
“It really is! Let me try!”
“Bam!”
“If you swing in a different direction, you’ll hear another type of sound.”
“Bam!”
“Wow! That’s awesome! Let me try!”
“Bam! Thump! Boom! Crash!!!”
Dull thumps erupted one after another, and the women’s singles match had turned into a women’s doubles collaboration. While the two of them struck Brent over and over again, they were having a serious discussion about force transfer and angles.
“He seems to have fainted.”
Amy looked down at Brent, whose head now resembled that of a pig, and she stuck out her little tongue as she tossed the sections of chair legs in her hands onto the ground.
“Nicely done, little girl.”
Irina also tossed the sections of chair legs in her hands onto the ground, and she glanced at the doorway before turning to Amy with a smile as she said, “I also have to go now. By the way, what’s your name, little girl?”