The Dragon's Pact: A Princess for the Flame

Chapter 64

This... this is a White Tiger!

A pure, naturally born White Tiger, not the artificial kind. The artificial ones are too fake. This is the real deal, the kind you only see in stories!

A group of blondies had never seen such a divine beast before.

They were itching to rush up and savor it.

However, they hadn't forgotten their original purpose.

They were here to save someone, to leave a good impression first.

After that, whatever activities followed would be much easier.

Besides, the girl was hanging so high up in the tree, they had no way to operate.

After all, their average height was less than 1.6 meters.

Just as the group of blondies was about to rush up to save the person, the cautious Yamamoto Nanjirou suddenly spoke up.

"Hold on!"

The blondies looked at each other, not understanding why their president was stopping them.

"Silvermoon Forest is full of dangers, this might be a trap."

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"You all are precious members of the Minotaur Guild, I can't let you take such risks."

"As the president, I must lead by example at this moment!"

Yamamoto Nanjirou spoke with a serious expression, his words were impassioned, carrying a fearless momentum.

The blondies were moved by their president's noble character, and couldn't help but give Yamamoto Nanjirou a thumbs-up in their hearts.

But since the president said so, they let him go ahead. After all, they could still get a taste in the end.

It was normal for the president to be the first to eat meat in the guild on Sakura Island.

Yamamoto Nanjirou coughed twice, very pleased with his subordinates' reaction.

He tidied up his clothes, making himself look more presentable, and then politely approached the girl hanging from the tree.

From this angle...

Sugoi!

Yamamoto Nanjirou's eyes gleamed green, but unfortunately, the girl's features were obscured by thick curls, and her head was slightly raised, so he couldn't see clearly.

But that smooth, round chin was undoubtedly that of a beauty.

This was a sure win!

"My beautiful lady, I'm here to rescue you. Hold on a little longer, I'll get you down right away!"

The Harpy leader, Chicken Too Beautiful, glanced at the human below her, quickly raising her head a bit more, afraid her drool might drip down.

Who knew how long it had been since she last hunted human adventurers?

Her headlights swayed as she spoke in a mournful tone, with a hint of a sob, in broken Common Tongue:

"Ying ying ying... Oh mighty warrior, I was accidentally ensnared by the vines of the Ghost Vine Tree, and now it has fallen into slumber."

"If you, if you wish to save me, cut the third vine wrapped around the tree, that way you can rescue me without waking the Ghost Vine Tree."

Hearing this, Yamamoto Nanjirou didn't let his desires cloud his judgment. He cast an Appraisal Spell on the nearby tree, confirming it was indeed a Ghost Vine Tree.

As for whether the Ghost Vine Tree was alive, he couldn't be sure, but the girl above had no reason to deceive him.

Drip, drip...

Something cool dripped onto his face.

This... could it be?

Yamamoto Nanjirou was shocked, and the last bit of rationality in his mind was extinguished.

He raised his hand, chanting softly, and a Fireball Spell accurately hit the third vine the girl mentioned.

However, the girl wasn't rescued.

On the contrary, Yamamoto Nanjirou felt the ground beneath him give way.

"...⊙ω⊙??"

Just as Yamamoto Nanjirou realized belatedly.

It was a trap.

With a "thud," he rolled into a ten-meter-deep pit.

The vine was actually a trigger for the trap.

It was all a scam!

The fall didn't hurt, but Yamamoto Nanjirou's health was down to a quarter.

"Damn it! This is a trap, who's plotting against me? Damn it all!"

Yamamoto Nanjirou got up from the ground, cursing as he looked up, only to suddenly notice countless green lights glowing in the surrounding darkness.

"This... this is..."

Yamamoto Nanjirou retreated in fear, his back hitting a large, hard body.

"Roar..."

A beast's low growl came from above.

Trembling, Yamamoto Nanjirou looked up.

In the dim light of the pit, he saw a Gnoll over two meters tall, with a wolf's face and a human body, covered in bulging muscles, raising its giant paw like a fan.

"Smack—"

A massive slap hit Yamamoto Nanjirou's face, spinning him clockwise five times.

"Smack—"

Another slap in the opposite direction, counterclockwise five times.

"Gah..."

Yamamoto Nanjirou only had time to let out a scream before everything went black, and he passed out.

...

Meanwhile, outside, the other blondies were also surrounded by a group of monsters.

Strong Kobolds riding Spear Boars, their eight-pack abs faintly visible.

Cockatrices with claws thicker than their legs circled them, moving erratically, only their lower bodies in motion, while their chicken heads remained fixed, glaring fiercely, kicking up dust.

Two-meter-tall muscular Gnolls riding massive Rock-Helmed Crocodiles, holding thick black pythons, either coiled around their necks or tucked under their arms, baring fangs and claws, looking menacing.

And a dense group of macho Blazing Rabbits.

The leading rabbit wore a big gold chain, a leaf cigarette in its mouth, eyes glowing red.

Its deltoids on its shoulders were almost bigger than its head, and its balloon-like pectorals seemed capable of crushing a person.

These monsters just silently watched them.

The atmosphere grew tense.

Even the air became scorching, heated by the monsters' presence.

It was terrifying.

The blondies felt like this wasn't Silvermoon Forest at all, but the Yakuza's bathhouse!

"Uh... dear monster brothers, we're just passing through..."

"Yes, yes, just passing through."

"Um, we won't rescue that girl, she's yours, we'll just leave..."

"Yes, yes, we'll leave, we'll leave."

The blondies huddled together like quails, trembling on their knees, with ingratiating smiles on their faces.

"Oh dear~ won't you save me, brave adventurers?"

A sweet female voice came, and the blondies turned their heads, their hearts skipping a beat, their faces turning pale.

The girl who had been tied up by vines had come down from the tree. Her figure was enchanting, her skin smooth and fair, with wings of flesh on her back, not a thread on her body.

If you only looked at that, she was truly a peerless beauty.

Even with wings and talons, her body's beauty couldn't be hidden.

But when they saw her face...

The blondies were filled with despair, scared out of their wits.

This wasn't a treasure!

This damn thing was a sacrifice!