Elemental Summoner 1 by D. Levesque (best beach reads of all time TXT) 📕

two. The soldier hasn’t moved, but the tall one is twitchy and keeps shifting back and forth on his two feet.

“We are human. We can claim whatever lands we want,” he says, his face turning red.

“Joar, you cannot claim,” starts the soldier, but the short man points to him and shouts.

“Shut it. You are here because of our coin, nothing more. If I want your opinion, I will pay for it.”

The soldier looks at me, and then my wall, and then looks back at the short man again. “Very well,” he says, but I can tell he doesn’t like it. He takes a step back.

“Now. Where were we?” the short man says with a grin directed at me. “Hand over the bitch, and you can walk out of here alive.”

“And if I refuse?” I ask him.

“Then, you will die,” he says with an even bigger grin, making it clear that he was hoping I’d ask him that.

Suddenly I see two large water swords next to him, and they are both aimed at me. I look to my left and see that the skinny one has two large wooden swords which are also aimed at me. Ah, so the robes signify them as mages? And the colors are their Elementals magic?

I glance over to see what the soldier is doing, but he is just standing there, still with his arms crossed, and has not taken his sword out. If anything, he has a scowl on his face and does not look happy to be there.

I reach down and bring Leeha up in front of me and place a hand on her neck. She tries to struggle, but I hold her tight against me and whisper in her ear, “Play along. Quickly, do you remember the word for Water in my language?”

Leeha stops struggling, and as I have my hand on her neck, I am sure to the three of them it looks like I choked her enough to cause her to stop. They probably think I am now threatening her.

“Yes, Water,” she whispers.

“Good. Now, remember those little balls of water that I shot into that tree? Those are—. Actually, I can’t think of a word for it in your language. They are called Bullets. I want you to try this spell when I say go and shoot the skinny one in the face with them.”

“Bultet?” she tries.

“No, Bullets,” I correct her pronunciation.

She tries once more, and it comes out correctly. “Bullet.” I feel the slight power vibration in the word.

“Good, now when I say go, I want you to call that up quickly and shoot him with them, but only when I say so. Got it?” I ask her, pulling her against me. Fuck she feels nice, even in a situation like this.

“You think that just having her against you like that will stop us? Pffft,” the short man shouts. “We will just kill both of you.”

“So, if I am going to let her go, can you tell me first what she did? I mean, not that I care one wit. I am simply curious, really,” I shout to him.

The short man shrugs and shouts, “She didn’t take a contract. I offered her one to kill someone. As an Elf assassin, she should be grateful that I offered her work.”

“Did you offer her a normal fee?” I ask him, already knowing the answer.

“Who cares?” he scoffs. “I, a human, offered her work. It doesn’t matter how much I offered. She should feel honored,” he says, laughing at what I can only assume is his own joke that I don’t get.

But apparently slim boy does, since he laughs as well, and it comes out sounding like a hyena. Soldier boy, however, is scowling at the short man. I will need to go after shorty, or Joar, I guess his name is.

I wish I didn’t know his name, but I know that if I don’t kill him, I will die again. And you know what? I fucking don’t want that. I just got to a world where magic is real, and I’ve met the hottest fucking Elf I have ever seen. Yeah, sorry, Joar, but it looks like it’s your day to die. And your thin buddy too. It might even be your day as well, soldier for hire, or whatever your name is.

With Leeha still in my arms, I let go of her neck, as if I am about to give her to Joar. Then I say quietly, “Go.”

Quickly, I think Water. Water Bullets, and before he can blink, I send six bullets of water right at Joar’s face. All he gets a chance to do is open his mouth, and then his head is blown off in a pulp of red mist. His body slumps to the ground, his water swords dispersing in an explosion of water vapors. Quickly, I say Water Bullets again and point my hand at the soldier, who had just taken the sword halfway out of his back scabbard.

When he sees that I have my hand pointed at him, with six bullets ready to fly, he slowly lowers the sword into his scabbard again, takes his hand away, and puts both hands out to show they are empty. I look over quickly and see that slim is on the ground and missing his head as well, and his wooden swords are gone.

“I did it!” shouts Leeha triumphantly, doing a little jig in front of me. She looks at the soldier and says, “What about him?”

“I don’t know. That is up to him. Are you a hired soldier?” I ask him, my hand still pointed his way.

“Yeah. Worst job I could have taken, but I was short on cash. Although now it seems I am even shorter on cash,” he says with a heavy sigh.

“Why’s that?” I ask him.

“Because he had the money,” he says, pointing to the dead Joar on the ground.

“He didn’t bring it with him?” I ask him, confused.

The soldier just stares at me for