Page 97 of I Ran Away to Evil
Some Sort of Impressive Kingliness Skill
Henrietta
I was used to saving people. In fact, it was kind of my job. I grabbed Keith’s hand and activated [Sword Aura] to make sure it wasn’t an ambush.
The number of times I’d been ambushed with a plea for help was seven.
It wasn’t that the ambushes had stopped at seven. It’s just that at some point, I was a high-enough level that my skills prevented me from getting jumped.
The point was moot because there was no ambush. Instead, there were three dead adventurers and a healer crying in a tree as a giant crab tried to eat him.
The healer let out a high-pitched scream and threw a fruit at the crab.
The crab happily caught and ate the fruit, and another, and another. It was about to eat the healer when I picked up a rock and used a bit of strength. The rock smashed through the giant crab’s skull, and the monster crashed to the ground.
[You have defeated aGiant Crab. +3 EXP]
“Oh, thank the gods. I’m saved!” The healer, a tanned young man who looked and sounded like he came from Peldeep, slowly climbed back down the tree. He tried to fix his robes, and then he got a good look at Keith behind me. In an instant, the man was ramrod straight. “Your Viciousness!”
“You should probably worry more about your party members, Healer Bowen,” Keith pointed out.
“Ah, well. About that.” Bowen pulled out two yellow glowing potions. “I only have t-two Revive potions …”
We all looked down at the three dead adventurers.
Keith raised one eyebrow. “You can’t use [Revive] yet? What about [Resurrect]?”
“N-neither.” Healer Bowen turned an uncomfortable shade of pale and splotchy. “I’m s-still level seventeen.”
“Hasn’t it been a month?” Keith asked. “And you’ve only levelled up twice?”
“Yes, Your Viciousness.” Bowen uncorked one potion and went to the biggest of his party members, a brown-haired beastman with a wolf’s tail and ears. “I’m just not a very g-good adventurer.”
I asked, “Are you the only one with potions? What about your party members?”
“No, miss.” Bowen finished pouring the bottle into the big man’s mouth. “They told me it’s my job to supply the potions and the buffs, then I’m to get to safety.”
“Argh!” The beastman coughed and rolled over to his hands and knees and sprang into action. He was actually impressive for someone who’d just been dead. “Bowen, where’s the crab?”
“It’s alright, Striker.” Bowen patted his arm and shoved a thumb at us. “The king took care of it.”
“Technically,” Keith pointed out, “Princess Henrietta killed the giant crab.”
They both bowed to me respectfully and I shoo’d them. “None of that, now. Go finish helping your party members.”
Bowen dragged Striker over to their fallen comrades: an incredibly short human—shorter than a dwarf, even, but her status definitely said full human—and beside her what looked like a cat girl rogue. I was interested enough to listen in on their whispering even while they deliberately spoke under their breath.
“Should we wake up Sara or Priscilla?” Bowen waved at the two women.
“Sara,” Striker said, pointing at the human. “If we revive Priscilla and carry Sara, we’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Good point. I’ll find her arm.”
Bowen used the potion on the short human, and after a few seconds, the woman shook herself awake. She slapped her face with her newly attached arm and groaned, “What happened?”
“Giant crab,” Striker told her, offering her a hand up. “The one we defeated wasn’t alone.”
Sara sighed. “Give me a second.”
