Bound and Broken: An Isekai Adventure Dark Fantasy (Melas Book 1) by V.A. Lewis (autobiographies to read .TXT) 📕

for the man. The man took a step back as the person entered the alley. It was a man.

A young man with blue hair and green eyes entered the alleyway. He was dressed in a light blue scapular worn over his darker shaded tunic, with a hood raised over his head. He had a small sack at his back, and a long wooden stick—- about as tall as he was— on his right hand.

The former guard from Bys walked up to this young man, and began to babble out in droves.

"Please, young man. You have to help me! Or get the guards— anything!" the man spoke wildly. He raised an arm and pointed back at me. "This little girl— she’s a heretic. One of them Demon lovers. She used— she did magic!"

The young man inclined his head to the side. "Magic?" he asked.

"Yes, magic! I saw it myself," the other man spoke hurriedly, "she’s—"

"She’s a Dark Acolyte." The younger man interrupted him. "And you’re scared of her. Even though she’s a little girl?" he asked.

"Yes!"

"I see." The young man nodded his head. "Do you think she might be one of the— ah, Dark Crusaders?"

"Huh— I don’t know! Just get the guards!"

"Hm, I don’t think I will do that."

"What?"

The other man stared at the young man, mouth agape; he tried to say something, but was immediately interrupted.

"You see, I don’t think the young lady has done anything wrong. She doesn’t seem very threatening, so it’s not anything worth calling the guards over. It’s not like she’s a Dark Crusader, right?"

"But she’s a heretic!" The man was outraged. "I don’t care if she’s a Dark Crusader— she does magic!" He stomped a foot down, and pointed at me emphatically.

"Ah, that would be quite problematic for you, then."

"And why would that be the case?"

"Because not everyone who does magic is dangerous. Whereas everyone in the Dark Crusaders are very much so. If you can’t differentiate the two, you could get hurt."

"How so?!" The guard from Bys nearly tore his hair out.

"Well, take a look at her. She’s just someone who does magic. You can tell she’s not a Dark Crusader since she hasn’t killed you yet. Not very dangerous."

The young man pointed down at me, and I blinked. He continued.

"Meanwhile, take a look at me." The young man pointed back at himself, and a grin spread across his face. "I’m a Dark Crusader, and I’m very dangerous."

Then there was a glow. A magic circle formed at the tip of his staff, as he pointed it at the other man.

The man tried to step back, but he was too slow. The wind blade cut halfway into his neck; he collapsed onto his knees, wide eyed, and trying to speak. But nothing came out. He fell and slowly drowned in his own blood.

The young man stepped over the dying man, and walked up to me. I instinctively backed up, but he raised his hands placatingly.

"Calm down. I’m a friend," he said reassuringly.

"W-who—" I took a deep breath, and cleared my throat. "Who are you? Why did you help me?"

I knew he said he was from the Dark Crusaders, and was a friend, but I didn’t know who he was; he could have his own plans for me. Why should I trust him just because he helped me?

I had to know. I felt the mana in the world around me, and prepared myself. Just to be safe.

The young man glanced at my fingertips, then back at me.

"Ah, I can see that you’re cautious. But I can assure you, I am no enemy. So please, be at ease. There’s no need to have a spell at hand."

My eyes widened, and he smirked.

I hadn’t even done any magic yet; there were no magic circles and no glowing light. I did not cast a spell, only preparing myself to cast a spell. Yet he could tell. How did he kn—

"How did I know?" the young man snorted. "That was what you were thinking, was it not?"

I slowly nodded my head, and relaxed a little. Only then did he lower his hands.

The young man looked at me from head to toe, then drew one foot back and lowered his upper body. At the same time, he brought one hand up to his chest, and the other to behind his back. He bowed and scraped, as I stared blankly at him.

"Well, to answer that and your first question: I am first and foremost a Dark Acolyte such as you. But beyond that, I am a child genius who picked up the study of magic far later than he would have liked but was still given the title of a Disciple. I am also a member of the Dark Crusaders, a rather famous organization which I am certain you are acquainted with. My given name is Victorianus, although I prefer to be simply called ‘Victor’ by my peers."

Victor held his bow for a few more seconds, before he spoke again. "Ah, and to answer your second question—"

The young man slowly returned to a standing position. He straightened his robes, and cleared his throat. He met my gaze, and then he grinned.

"I helped you because you are the daughter of the Fiend."

 

Chapter 25: Dark Crusader

"I helped you because you are the daughter of the Fiend."

Victorianius Valens, or simply Victor, spoke casually. He had never met the little girl prior to this moment, and yet he knew what he was speaking to be true. She was the child of Valeria Aimy Corinna.

That was the conclusion he had reached just earlier.

The young man had spotted her almost an hour earlier, back near the entrance of the city. And although her face was partially obscured, Victor— astute as