Part 2
He struggled against the cow’s attacks, thinking hard about how to stop the animal without hurting it.
Misha swallowed, hesitating on whether to cast his sleep magic on the cow.
But he was always worried about exposing his identity in front of Lance. Every time he used magic, it could be the start of his exposure. He should try to avoid such situations. Moreover, he was still brooding over the strange magic on Lance. He decided he would go back and ask Arlo what kind of magic residue it was. Since the Hero and the cow were so close, he feared his own magic might temporarily mask the aura on Lance.
Well, it’s just a cow. The Hero will surely solve it.
This annoying Hero has done so many bad things; it’s about time he suffered some punishment from a cow.
Misha gave up on helping the Hero and decided to utilize the only function he had left in this moment.
“Do your best! Lord Lance!” Misha shouted loudly to encourage the Hero. “This is all for the sake of the world!”
Lance: “…”
Lance wrenched the cow’s horns straight and shouted back to Misha.
“I know!” Lance took a deep breath. “This is all—for—the—world!”
The cow finally collapsed from exhaustion.
It lay on the ground panting heavily. Lance, also unable to stop panting, pulled a rope from somewhere and simply tied the cow up.
“Alright.” Lance took a deep breath. “We can go back now.”
But Misha was even more confused.
“How do we go back?” Misha pointed at the massive cow on the ground, his mood complicated. “This cow… Lord Lance, how do you intend to bring it back?”
Lance: “Let’s carry it.”
Misha: “…Carry?”
Lance tied the cow’s legs together, improvised with materials on the spot, and dragged over an extremely long wooden pole.
Lance: “Come give me a hand?”
Misha: “…”
Misha decided that after they got back, he would absolutely never admit that he had participated in something so embarrassing with the Hero.
He and Lance carried the heavy cow back to the farm. Although Lance worked hard and bore most of the weight, sparing Misha too much physical suffering, the looks they received from passersby along the way were enough to make Misha wake up in the middle of the night to agonize over the memory.
Yes, a dashingly handsome Hero with blond hair and blue eyes, dressed in fine clothes, and Misha—the face of the Demon Realm—carrying a cow that was exhausted but still struggling violently, all the way back to the farm.
The farmer had finished cooking. His family was gathered around the dining table, poking their heads out the window, staring in shock at the cow being carried back.
Lance took out the first commission slip, shoved it through the window, and said, “Completed.”
The Farmer: “…”
Although he still looked exhausted, his eyes clearly held a trace of astonishment. He even turned back to look at his family behind him before nodding solemnly, showing a degree of recognition for the Hero’s ability.
Lance then pulled out the next commission slip and asked, “Where are the chickens?”
The farmer finally spoke in a longer sentence. “They are all by the creek. Ten in total.”
Lance nodded seriously.
Just as he was about to leave, the farmer turned back and said, “Todd, you go with him.”
He was obviously referring to his son. A young man who looked to be in his twenties hurriedly responded, rushed out from the front door of the house, and greeted Lance with enthusiasm. “Mr. Adventurer, let me take you there.”
His personality was completely different from his father’s. Lance nodded, slightly unaccustomed to the shift, then breathed a small sigh of relief. Thinking that his first task had been completed relatively smoothly, he figured he must have salvaged some goodwill in Misha’s heart. So, as long as he finished the next two tasks, Misha would surely forgive him.
Lance put his smile back on, turned to Misha behind him, and tried to strike up a conversation. “Well, the first task was completed quite—”
Misha walked past him with a stony face, radiating an aura that said ‘Strangers Keep Out’, and quickly caught up to Todd.
Lance: “—smoothly.”
Lance: “…”
Wait, is Misha angry again?
That’s not right. Why is he angry again?!
Walking ahead, Todd turned back enthusiastically and finished Lance’s sentence.
“Yeah!” Todd said. “You guys are the fastest adventurers we’ve found.”
Lance: “…”
Misha: “…”
Todd: “And you didn’t even injure the cow. My father is really satisfied with you two.”
Lance: “…”
Misha: “…”
Todd flashed a brilliant smile at them. “Thank you, adventurers.”
Lance: “…”
Misha: “…”
Wait, just how many times has your cow gotten lost?!
If you lose a cow every day, is there seriously nothing wrong with your pen?!
Todd was already pointing toward the waterwheel nearby.
“The chickens are right there.” He smoothly pulled out a large gunnysack. “Just catch them and stuff them in here.”
After saying this, Todd shoved the sack into Misha’s hands, then walked over to the shade of a tree, found a comfortable rock, and happily lay down.
Lance: “…”
Lance really wanted to be a normal Hero who didn’t ask questions about the quest, but he couldn’t hold back.
“Are you… very free?” Lance frowned. “Isn’t there any farm work to do?”
“Ah…” Todd blinked innocently. “I finished it all this morning.”
Lance raised an eyebrow. “Then you could catch the chickens yourself.”
Todd thought about it and felt Lance was quite right. He did have plenty of time. If he wanted to, he could help Lance and Misha catch the chickens right now.
But he didn’t want to.
He had paid money; why should he do this kind of thing?
He continued to lie back, speaking with self-righteous confidence. “The commission has been paid for.”
Lance: “…”
Todd: “I’m going to take a nap first. Good luck, you guys.”
Lance: “…”
Todd: “Some money is better left for others to earn.”
Lance: “…”
No, what is wrong with this guy?!
He almost couldn’t resist going over to debate with Todd, to explain the importance of labor and how only hard work can create a beautiful future. At a time when the farm was in such difficulty, laziness like this would cause problems for his parents.
But… no. Today, he was a normal Hero.
Normal Heroes don’t question these things. They follow every condition on the commission and earnestly complete every task. Even if the letter to be delivered is just around the corner, or the person to be messaged is a meter away, he must do it obediently without asking why.
Right. I must tolerate this.
True Heroes are the biggest, silliest do-gooders in the world. I have to be a benevolent person who tolerates everything.
Lance took a deep breath, nodded at Todd as if acknowledging his words, then turned around to look at the happy flock of chickens by the creek.
Come on. The second challenge begins.
Catching chickens was far more difficult than finding a cow.
A cow was large and sturdy. Wrestling with a cow wouldn’t kill it, and if he used a lighter touch, the cow wouldn’t even be injured.
But chickens were different.
Lance looked at the flock, trying hard to think of a way to catch so many chickens in one go.
If he went one by one, the other chickens would be startled and might scatter everywhere. But obviously, he couldn’t grab that many chickens at once. Perhaps he needed some food to lure them, or maybe some hunting traps.
“Ahem.” Misha coughed loudly beside him. Although his face was still stern, he couldn’t hide his worry as he tried hard to hint to Lance. “Lord Lance, chickens are very fragile.”
Lance paused, then nodded.
Misha: “You absolutely cannot use the same method you used for the cow.”
Lance: “I know.”
But Misha still wasn’t reassured.
He thought for a moment and added, “One punch from you, and the chicken might die.”
Lance: “…”
No, everyone knows that, right?
Misha lowered his voice and said, “You must be careful. I’ve heard a rumor.”
Lance was puzzled. “A rumor?”
Misha nervously swallowed and looked around cautiously.
This was a story he had heard in the Demon Realm, a topic often brought up by Demon Kings in the Demon God Forum. It was said that in many worlds, chickens were very unique to villagers. There were tragic cases where Heroes were chased down by entire villages because they accidentally killed a chicken. He didn’t want this to happen to Lance at all.
“Killing a chicken will get you chased by villagers,” Misha whispered. “I heard my… I heard a rumor that many villages might have a strange worship of the Chicken God. You absolutely must not do it.”
Lance: “…”
Such a familiar story. Such a familiar scene.
Although this was something a normal Hero might encounter, he really couldn’t bring himself to lay a cruel hand on living chickens.
He could only lower his voice and ask Misha, “Do you know how to catch chickens?”
Misha: “…Eh?”
How would he know!
Forget the Demon King’s core curriculum; even the Divine Messenger’s required courses wouldn’t include this move!
Lance asked again, “Is there any magic suitable for chickens?”
Misha: “Huh?”
Lance looked at Misha’s shocked eyes and felt that what he was saying was clearly not something a normal Hero should do. His voice got lower and lower, his conscience guiltier and guiltier, until he finally stopped his unreliable request. He took a deep breath and said, “Never mind, I’ll do it myself.”
Lance took a few steps forward, walking toward the flock.
But with his approach, the chickens reacted as if facing a great enemy. They began to retreat automatically from a distance, almost backing up to the edge of the stream. If he took a few more steps, those chickens might just fly across the creek and run to the other side.
Lance had to stop. Feeling a bit dejected, he turned to Misha and said, “I don’t seem to be very popular with small animals.”
Misha: “…”
Misha finally remembered the reason.
Animals were far more sensitive than humans. Humans had to train for years to become powerful mages just to have the possibility of sensing magic in others. Seeing the various magical fluctuations of the world with the naked eye was impossible for humans.
Most living beings needed tools to observe magic; even ordinary gods found it difficult to detect. Misha only had the ability to see magical fluctuations directly because of his Demon King bloodline, which gave him the Demon King’s Eye.
But most animals were born with the ability to sense magic.
They couldn’t see the specific shape or fluctuations of the magic, but the residual magic on Lance carried a terrifying aura. Even Misha couldn’t suppress the fear and trembling in his heart when he touched it, so how could these weak chickens withstand it?
As for that cow just now… Misha thought its restless struggling was also due to the aura on Lance. That meant, under the condition that he couldn’t injure the chickens, it would be very difficult for Lance to catch them all.
Misha decided he should try to provide some assistance from the sidelines.
For example, casting a small spell to attract small animals. Right, provided he could get the Hero to move further away—to a distance where he couldn’t see the magic or influence the animals—so Misha could catch all the chickens himself.
Misha made up his mind. He asked Lance to turn around and walk as far away as possible. Only then did he look at the flock and cast the spell he had used for Sayaya and Kalili that day.
A soft ball of light gathered in his palm, and the chickens seemed to drop their guard instantly, gradually moving toward him.
And it wasn’t just the chickens.
Fish in the creek floated to the surface; wild rabbits poked their heads out of the grass; even the flock of sheep grazing on the opposite bank began walking toward him.
Surrounded by many small animals, Misha got the chickens into the sack with ease. He sighed in relief, put away his magic, and looked up toward the distance where Lance was hiding behind a tree, doing his best to conceal his presence.
Lance poked his head out and looked at him, his face full of shock.
Misha felt a slight panic.
He remembered clearly that on the day he cast the magic for Sayaya and Kalili, he had run into Lance, who was still awake, upon returning to the church. At that time, Lance had asked if he had seen a glow in the distance. That meant Lance had seen this magic before.
Worried that Lance had recognized his magic, Misha was about to walk closer to explain that any mage with a bit of skill could use this spell, but he didn’t expect Lance to shout out in astonishment.
“Misha.” Lance swallowed nervously. “…Are you actually a Forest Princess?”
Misha: “Huh???”
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