My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Layering 2
“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone slow and gentle while he check for any signs of injuries. “Are you hurt?”

She didn’t respond, unable to understand him.

He sighed, knowing there was no time for talk. He still needed to end the fight against the approaching horde of monsters.

His lips moved, whispering a spell under his breath.

In an instant, glowing golden knives appeared around him, hovering in the air. Each weapon shimmered with powerful energy, waiting for his command.

“Peirce them” He focused and sent them flying through the air.

The knives shot forward, striking the green creatures. One by one, they fell, their heads pierced cleanly by the blades.

As for the larger ones, they were easier targets. Though they tried to block the golden knives, their primitive weapons were no match. The blades cut through them effortlessly.

Fleeing was also futile as the knives pursued without mercy. A group of them, too close together, fell in a single swoop.

There was no escape. Within seconds, the battle ended, and the forest became silent again.

He stopped, letting the last of the golden knives fade into the air. Their remnants sparked around him, making him appear like a divine being.

The other beastkins watched from the sidelines, silent, their eyes wide with surprise and fear. They had witnessed his power and knew he could kill them in an instant.

Just looking at the pile of corpses, all dying without even mounting a defense, made them sweat.

He noticed this and realized he might have used an overkill spell.

Now, he needed to find a way to escape the awkward situation. He turned back to the girl and gently touched her forehead, his fingers brushing her eyebrows.

She blushed slightly, looking away for a moment. Asher was very attractive, and she couldn’t help but admire his face.

He muttered another spell under his breath, one Index had taught him.

It was a simple but effective spell that allowed him to understand other languages. It was the same thing Index had used on him.

The moment the spell took effect, he felt a shift in his mind.

New words began to form. He realized that by strengthening the spell, he could also access memories, but doing so would be more dangerous.

Unlike language, which was stored as a more straightforward form of knowledge, memories were intricate and personal, making it risky to interfere with them.

Manipulating memories could cause harm, even death, if done improperly.

One of the beastkins, a woman with brown dog ears, wanted to interfere, but she was stopped by a tall man with wolf-like features.

They all knew that antagonizing a powerful entity could lead to their deaths. There was no way they could block an attack like the golden knives.

After a few seconds, he cast another spell to help the beastkin recover some of her strength, making sure not to leave any permanent damage to her brain.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She blinked in surprise, then nodded. “Yes.”

“That’s good to know,” Asher responded with a warm smile.

The little girl blushed even more and quickly looked away.

Seeing that he had no immediate intention to harm them, the other beastkins began to approach, murmuring their thanks for being saved.

The one who resembled a wolf with sharp ears and a muscular build, named Rovan, stepped forward and cupped his hands in front of his chest, a sign of respect.

“Thanks for helping us out, Sorcerer.”

Asher raised an eyebrow after hearing the term. “Sorcerer?”

Rovan looked at the others, suddenly fearing that he might have said something offensive.

In the end, he knelt on the ground and bowed his head. “I’m sorry if we’re mistaken. I thought you were using high-level Arcane Arts,”

Asher touched his chin in contemplation. ‘I see. Maybe in this place, magicians are called sorcerers, and magic is referred to as Arcane Arts,’

“It’s alright. I’m from a distant place, and we use different terms there,” he explained.

Rovan, along with the other beastkins, sighed in relief and accepted his explanation without question.

Asher gave a small nod, trying to keep his expression neutral.

“So, this place… where exactly am I?” he asked, his voice casual, trying to sound like he was just an ordinary traveler who had wandered into the wrong place.

Rovan stepped forward and spoke with a deep, steady voice. “You’re in the Forest Bastria,”

Asher nodded, mentally noting the name.

“Can you tell me more? I’m lost and need some guidance,” he said, keeping his tone steady.

His time with Index had made him more adept at conversation. They would often roleplay scenes from the books she read to pass the time, and in a strange way, it helped him cure his anti-social behavior when needed.

Rovan quickly obliged, knowing this was his chance to make a good impression.

“This forest is located in the far eastern region of the Demon World,” he explained.

Asher’s eyes briefly widened.

‘The Demon World.’

His thoughts flashed to Lucy, and he wondered if this was the same place she had spoken about, the place where she came from.

His focus intensified, and he quickly pressed on with more questions.

“Do you know more about the Demon World? Any important figures ?” he asked, trying to gather as much as he could,

Rovan looked overwhelmed, but he still did his best to answer calmly.

“I’m sorry, we don’t know much about the capital,” he said. “This forest’s home for us. We mostly stay here—The Demon World’s huge, and not everything out there’s friendly, so we don’t go too far.”

Asher frowned, his mind searching for something that could lead him to more answers.

“What about royal families? Anyone with power or influence?”

They shook their heads in unison.

“We know little of kings and queens too,”

Frustration started to build up inside him.

“Do you know someone named Lucy? She would be of royal blood. She might be famous in the Demon World, given her status.”

He saw their reactions changed, but it wasn’t the response he had been hoping for.

“Can’t say we’ve heard of anyone like that.” Rovan replied.

“I see.” He nodded slowly, trying to mask his disappointment.

There was a high chance that this place simply shared the same name. It wasn’t that shocking, considering he came from the Void, a realm connected to countless worlds.

While he was deep in contemplation, the girl he had rescued spoke up.

“Sorcerer, if you’re lost, we can invite you to our town,” she offered, her voice soft and sweet.

He felt an urge to pat her head, but quickly held back, aware that it might be seen as inappropriate by the others.

The only reason he had done what he did earlier was out of necessity; he needed to touch her to gain the ability to understand their language.

At the same time, Rovan and the others cursed inwardly. Inviting an unknown being was a risky move, but it was too late to take it back.

It could anger Asher, or so they believed. Their only hope was that he would turn it down himself.

“I’ll take you up on your offer,”