My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 128

Chapter 128: Creating Doubt
Asher stepped out of the hidden base, the bright light of the sun hitting his face, and he squinted, narrowing his eyes against the sudden brightness.

The world around him seemed peaceful at first, with the soft sway of grass and the calm breeze brushing through the air. But his gaze soon shifted to a commotion in the distance.

Dozens of caravans were under attack, surrounded by hundreds of bandits. Their weapons gleamed in the sunlight as they swarmed the area, cutting down anyone in their path.

Focusing, Asher recognized a familiar face—Ava. The battle was going badly, with the bandits—overwhelming in number—closing in from all sides.

These weren’t the typical bandits. These were beasts —tall, reptilian creatures, their scales a mixture of greens, browns, and grays. They stood on two legs, like lizards that had somehow learned to walk upright.

Each one was armed with a sword and round shield and moved with coordination.

With a deep breath, he made up his mind. He would check on them.

Muttering a spell, he flew toward their direction, and as soon as he entered the airspace above them, his presence immediately caught everyone’s attention.

The lizard creatures froze in place, unsettled. It wasn’t every day that they saw someone casually flying.

“Sorcerer!” Ava exclaimed, her voice filled with relief. She was glad to see him again.

Nyra, standing nearby, looked taken aback. Her pride and ego had led to their town’s downfall, and his presence here served as a painful reminder of her mistakes.

“Do you need my help?” he asked, his gaze focused on the female elder, knowing she was the one in charge.

“Yes, Sorcerer!” she knelt to the ground, her voice filled with urgency as she begged. She had committed a grave mistake before, and she knew she couldn’t afford to repeat it.

With her approval, he turned his attention to the bandits.

“I’ll give you all a chance to run away and leave them alone,” he warned, his voice cold and commanding.

But instead of retreating, the lizards drew their bows and fired arrows at him. The projectiles didn’t get near; they halted mid-air, striking a translucent barrier.

Asher shook his head. It seemed these beasts would rather die than surrender. He had expected them to recognize the gap in their power, but he had overestimated their intelligence.

“I gave you a chance. Don’t blame me for being merciless,” he said, raising his right hand into the air.

A green magic circle materialized in the sky above him.

“Ventus Furens,” he chanted, forcing the air around him to howl.

At first, a small spinning wind formed, but as it stretched outward, it grew larger and stronger, eventually turning into a full-blown hurricane.

The lizard bandits, seeing the storm’s power, began to flee, but it was too big.

Anyone caught in its path was swept up, tossed violently through the air, their bodies slamming back to the ground with brutal force. They screamed in agony, but the hurricane showed no mercy, continuing its rampage.

The beastkins who witnessed this were completely stunned.

If only the same spell was used when the stampede happened, all the monsters threatening their town would have been destroyed in an instant.

Nyra felt her heart sink. She had once believed that he might not be as strong as he seemed, and that even if he had helped the town’s fate would have been the same.

But she was completely wrong. He had the power to save their home countless times over, if only she had said yes.

Ava watched her with a sneer of contempt. If she wasn’t an elder, the fool would have already met her end at Ava’s hands for such stupidity. This was the problem with the old ones—they were too trapped in their own narrow world.

She then turned her attention to Asher, who now appeared even more magnificent in her eyes. He resembled a god, looking down on mere mortals, his presence overwhelming and his power unfathomable.

He sensed someone staring at him in a weird way, but he chose to ignore it.

Instead, his curiosity was piqued by the scene unfolding before him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the power level in this world was far weaker than he had expected.

These bandits would be easily killed by a human army with high-powered guns.

The hurricane continued its fury, tearing through the bandits with relentless force. When the last echoes of the hurricane faded, there was nothing left but the wreckage of the battlefield.

Asher lowered his hand, the magic circle above him flickering and vanishing into nothingness.

He glanced at the remaining bandits, a few still alive but too weak to pose any threat. After a brief moment of contemplation, he turned away and landed on the ground.

The beastkins hurriedly ran toward him to give their thanks.

One of them, a large wolfkin, stepped forward with a deep bow, his voice loud and clear.

“You saved us, Sorcerer.”

This created a chain reaction as more people showered him with praise.

“You are our hero!”

“You are the savior of our people!”

He maintained a neutral expression, unfazed by the praise. To him, such words meant little. They were fleeting, temporary—just noise that would soon fade.

Ava ran toward him, her face brimming with a smile. He expected her to join in the praise, but instead, she stepped in front of him and faced the crowd.

“Did you see his power?” she asked, her voice carrying across the gathered beastkins.

“He had the ability to save us all with just one spell. He’s powerful, and yet—why didn’t he save our town?”

The question lingered in the air, heavy with implication, as the gathered people exchanged uneasy glances while absorbing her words.

Asher, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow. It felt as though she was accusing him of something he hadn’t done.

“It’s not his fault,” Ava added quickly, her voice rising. “He offered his help to us, but our Elders, who were supposed to be our protectors, rejected his goodwill!”

She pointed to Nyra and the others, and the crowd gasped at the revelation.

“Children, wives, husbands, brothers—all died because they were too narrow-minded, too caught up in their traditions!” Her voice shook with anger.

“In the end, we’re refugees, and the capital of Alarath will treat us as second-rate citizens, or worse! All because of their mistakes!”

Her words hit hard, and the everyone fell silent, their faces showing a mix of guilt, anger, and disbelief.

For a moment, all that could be heard was the wind rustling through the grass. Then, like a spark starting a fire, the silence was broken.

One beastkin, his fur bristling with fury, stepped forward.

“She’s right!” he shouted. “Our brothers and sisters where left to die while they sat in their comfortable halls, too proud to accept help!”

Another, his eyes wild with rage, raised his fists. “They watched as our families were torn apart, all in the name of tradition!”

More voices joined in, the anger swelling like a tide, rising higher with each passing moment

“Our homes are gone! All we have left is their pride and our suffering!”