To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor
Chapter 113: The Rampage Of Monsters

Suddenly, the game took an unexpected turn.

Aira stared at Iriel in disbelief.

But Iriel, still not fully grasping the situation, looked puzzled by the sudden change.

“I… I shot the arrow…”

She murmured, observing the reactions of the others.

Ray shook his head and declared,

“…Iriel wins.”

“What!? I won!?”

Aira clutched her head with both hands, frustrated.

“I can’t believe I lost to such a fool! I refuse to accept it!”

“Fool? Really?”

“Idle talk, human girl. You haven’t even realized what just happened.”

“Ugh…….”

Stung by the truth, Iriel had nothing to say.

She hadn’t realized what was happening until Ray declared her the victor and her use of the bow confirmed it.

Aira was actually the assassin and had metaphorically died from an arrow.

This realization made Iriel chuckle with delight.

“Hehehe. So, Aira, you’ll have to excuse yourself tonight.”

But Ray countered her assumption.

“There aren’t enough rooms in the inn for that. We’ll probably end up in the same room again.”

“Then what was the point of the game?”

“That’s up to you two.”

Aira then chuckled triumphantly.

“Hehehe. It seems Ray and I are connected in some way.”

They were indeed connected by something, as Aira had once mentioned – was it ‘reservation’?

Thus, the game of Dros, hotly contested, ended anticlimactically with Iriel’s victory.

The trio continued to partake in various activities.

Especially during archery, Aira exhibited monstrous skills, hitting every target with ease.

She truly was the embodiment of a High Elf.

When Aira sought praise from Ray, Iriel quickly intercepted.

As they sampled food from various stalls, they noticed a commotion in the distance.

It was faint enough that ordinary people might not have noticed it.

But none of them were ordinary.

Ray set down his skewer and inquired,

“What’s happening?”

“Yeah… This kind of commotion seems unusual.”

Aira glanced toward the source of the noise, then dismissed it.

It was of no concern to her.

She was more interested in finishing her skewer than in the distant ruckus, not particularly fond of humans to begin with.

However, the commotion’s center was heading towards them.

Aira finally stood up.

“Interrupting my meal… Let’s see who’s bold enough to do that.”

They didn’t need to move toward the commotion to see what was happening.

Several inexplicable creatures were rapidly approaching their location.

Yet, the trio did not assume any combat stance.

They simply looked outside from within the shop.

Soon after, screams echoed from outside. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ɴøvᴇlFɪre.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

“It’s a monster!”

“Everyone run!”

With the shop owner having fled, Ray stepped outside the shop.

There, a bizarre scene unfolded before him.

A monster over five meters tall, its body covered in muscles unlike anything he had seen before.

And elsewhere, another inexplicable monster seemed to be conjuring flames, utilizing magic despite being a monster.

There were two such unfamiliar monsters.

Fortunately, at least one of them was a monster he recognized.

Ray looked up and murmured softly.

“Wyvern…”

There, in the sky, loomed the sovereign looking down upon the earth.

The wyvern, known to be second only in strength to dragons.

Covered in hard black scales impervious to most magical attacks.

Its might was such that aura blades had difficulty penetrating it.

Wyverns weren’t as rare as dragons.

Even now, if one ventured high enough into the mountains above the Lesian Empire, they could find an area known to house wyvern nests.

Merely approaching it meant risking death from wyvern magic, so they weren’t considered exceptionally rare.

However, wyverns weren’t unintelligent monsters. It was uncharacteristic for one to fly into a city center where humans lived.

But the scene before him contradicted known facts.

The monsters were overtly hostile, and the wyvern was in flight, unleashing magic onto the ground below.

Something serious, unknown to him, had occurred.

Monsters of different species teaming up without fighting each other was unheard of.

Dozens of people attempted to block the monsters’ path.

Some were young, while others were older.

Those in the front wielded swords, eyeing the monsters, while those at the back held hands tightly, muttering something.

Ray recognized the scene immediately.

‘A party? They’ve managed to coordinate amidst this chaos.’

Facing a wyvern required considerable bravery, not to mention the other monsters.

Clearly, the party lacked swordmasters or mages of the 5th circle or higher.

Yet, they stalled for time, trying to evacuate citizens and wait for reinforcements from the Holy Kingdom.

A sense of respect stirred within him for their courageous stand.

Ray scattered the mana in the atmosphere as he stepped forward.

The monsters sensed his presence and began to guard against him.

“Krrrrrr…”

“Guuuuuuah!”

“…….”

Only the wyvern seemed indifferent, deeming Ray unworthy of attention.

As if a mere human posed no threat to its regal self.

Ray almost snorted at the situation.

Even a true dragon wouldn’t dare such arrogance before him.

How could a wyvern, unable to withstand even a playful dragon’s breath, act so imperiously?

Before Ray could act, Aira followed him out of the shop.

The small-statured elf stood next to him, arms folded, assessing the situation.

“Hooh. So humans panic this much over a few monsters? Their military strength isn’t all that impressive.”

She looked at Ray and smirked.

“Of course, you’re different.”

The adventurers shouted at them.

“What are you doing? Get to safety now! We don’t know how much longer we can hold them!”

“If you don’t run now, you’ll all die! Go and warn people that monsters have appeared in the city center!”

Despite the urgent cries, the three didn’t flee.

Instead, Iriel seemed ready to fetch something to chew from inside the shop.

“You’re crazy! If you stay there and die, it’s not our fault!”

“Hey! This isn’t the time to… Agh!”

As the monster’s arm lunged at the young man who was speaking, several others jumped forward to protect him.

Even though they defended themselves with mana-infused swords, they were sent flying instantly.

Magicians at the back gently caught them.

“Air!”

Their coordination was impeccable; they were mostly active mercenaries.

On the battlefield, they had encountered various situations and had learned to react swiftly to unexpected events.

Aira observed a monster targeting Ray.

The monster, exuding strong mana, was a kind that could use magic, similar to a wyvern.

“A ghost? It’s unusual to see such a monster here.”

The ghost, smaller than the other monsters, specialized in magic.

Its type of magic was unknown, different from human magic – it was neither dark nor light but something in between.

However, the ghost’s magic was known to be quite potent.

The ghost launched magic at Ray, sending a massive chunk of ice hurtling toward him.

As Ray prepared to counter it with a gesture, he uttered,

“Blink.”

The ice instantly transported and impacted the ghost’s head.

A horrific scene unfolded.

“Aaaargh!”

The ice shards, now lodged in the ghost’s face, had a chilling effect.

Aira coldly observed and commented,

“You targeted the wrong one. You should have killed the human girl beside me.”

Iriel quickly retorted,

“What did you say!?”

Since elves cannot lie, Aira’s words were an undeniable truth.

When the ghost was overcome, the wyvern let out a low growl, visibly agitated.

“Grrrrr…”

The humans fighting felt intimidated.

Ray, sensing something in the wyvern’s roar, recognized a familiar sensation, one he had previously felt in the elf village and when facing a true dragon.

“This is…”

Aira finished his thought,

“How interesting. A wyvern using Fear.”

Fear, a power granted only to higher beings, could intimidate and even kill weaker creatures.

This power, beyond the reach of both monsters and humans, belonged solely to predators.

Yet, a wyvern was using it.

Fear is absolute against the weak.

The mercenaries, who had just shown bravery, now trembled in fear.

Yet, they were different.

Even Iriel, seemingly the weakest among them, remained unperturbed.

She possessed skills on par with a Swordmaster. Although her mentality wasn’t at that pinnacle, the wyvern’s Fear wasn’t potent enough to disrupt her, unlike the fear a true dragon or a lich could induce.

Displeased by the trio’s lack of response, the wyvern intensified its Fear.

This slightly annoyed Aira.

“It’s unpleasant to keep receiving such crude Fear. Fear should be used against the weak…”

Her eyes closed briefly, then snapped open.

In that moment, a powerful aura burst forth from Aira, radiating around her.

“How dare it use Fear against the strong,” she declared.

A piercing Fear targeted the wyvern.

An overwhelming terror, capable of obliterating even the instinct to survive, gripped the wyvern’s massive form.

The wyvern, previously soaring, plummeted to the ground.

Its presence was so intense that it seemed to forget to flap its wings, its form shrinking as though its entire body was being crushed.

The wyvern was an intelligent monster.

It quickly recognized that the power of each individual before it was far superior to its own.

They were aware of the wyvern’s intelligence. At this juncture, fleeing would have been a sensible choice.

However, despite being overpowered by Aira’s Fear, the wyvern began to recklessly cast spells.

“Kraaaah!”

Something seemed to have deliberately stripped the wyvern of its reason.

Giant fireballs and ice spears were hurled toward the nearby buildings.

But Ray intervened, stopping these spells.

“Cancel.”

For Ray, preventing damage to the surroundings was paramount.

Repairing the destruction would require funds from the Holy Kingdom, and any shortfall would likely be his responsibility to cover.

Ultimately, it would only add to his workload.

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