With that, the mission was complete. Clementine and Khajiit were both dead.
Roa surveyed the surrounding graveyard. Although he had unleashed a powerful attack, he had been careful to observe the area.
In this world, if the dead were not properly dealt with, they could potentially become undead.
While these undead were not much of a threat to adventurers, they posed a significant challenge to villagers and townspeople. To prevent these undead from causing harm to towns, people would build graveyards like this, gathering the bodies of those who died in battle or from mysterious causes.
The Adventurers' Guild would send priests to the graveyard periodically to cast spells and prevent the birth of undead.
It could be said that this graveyard was quite important, and it was best to avoid damaging it if possible, which was why Roa had not used large-scale magic skills.
"But it seems like it has suffered some damage after all." Roa stroked his chin, looking around. Many of the tombstones were damaged, either completely shattered or broken in half with a clean cut.
Roa shrugged. Let the adventurers worry about that. My mission is complete, time to go back.
Roa took a step forward, but then turned back to look at Khajiit's corpse on the ground.
More precisely, he looked at the gem in Khajiit's right hand.
"Oh, almost forgot, you're a menace if you're not dealt with."
The boy muttered to himself, as if speaking to himself or to the gem. Roa returned to Khajiit's side and bent down to take the gem in his hand.
The Orb of Death was a wisdom item that did not exist in "YGGDRASIL," possessing self-awareness and the ability to speak.
In other words, the item was intelligent. If the holder was an ordinary human, it would have the power to dominate and manipulate them, turning them into puppets to spread death.
Only those who could resist mental manipulation or demi-humans and heteromorphic races would not be affected by this power, but even so, they would be influenced by the subconscious. For example, part of the reason why Khajiit had become so insane was due to this orb.
Although the item itself did not have heaven-defying attributes, if it were left to exist, similar events might occur in the future.
Roa was not a saint, but based on the principle of doing good deeds to the end, he decided to deal with the orb before him.
"Well then, goodbye."
The Orb of Death was held in Roa's hand, but it did not make any noise. It was quiet, like a normal bead, looking unremarkable and harmless.
"High-Tier Item Destruction."
The moment Roa said these words, the orb seemed to sense some danger and began to struggle violently. However, there was no way the Orb of Death's strength could overcome Roa, who possessed dragon blood. The Orb of Death flashed, and then shattered like a glass ball.
After doing all this, Roa had no more regrets and began to fly away.
This graveyard was not unmanaged, and with such a commotion, someone would probably come to investigate soon.
————————Meanwhile, elsewhere.
On the edge of the northern forest of E-Rantel, very close to the inner boundary of the forest.
In the pitch-black night, a petite and slender girl was standing.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an exceptionally cute girl with a loli face. She looked about fourteen years old, not very tall, giving a slightly childish impression.
She was wearing a soft-looking black evening dress, with a large, puffy skirt that felt very heavy.
The upper body was covered with a short-sleeved cardigan decorated with lace and ribbons, and because she was wearing long lace gloves, almost no skin was exposed.
It was a face that could only be described as a peerless beauty, her skin like white wax. Her silver hair was tied on one side and hung down, not covering her face, making her a very standard loli girl.
If it were the otaku from the previous life, they would say that silver hair and red eyes were the favorite of our craftsmen.
At this moment, the girl's deep red eyes were emitting a bewitching and joyful look.
The ground she was standing on was a strange red color.
This dazzling scarlet color emitted a faint fishy smell, which was undoubtedly blood flowing from the human body, still with a bit of warmth.
But strangely, the blood did not fall on the ground, nor did it stain the surroundings red. Instead, as if possessing self-awareness, it turned into streams of scarlet water, pouring into a blood sphere above.
And the owner of this blood sphere was naturally the beautiful girl in front of her.
She was Shalltear Bloodfallen.
She was currently carrying out a so-called "secret mission."
Having just slaughtered a group of bandits, she was now in a state of excitement. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of corpses lying on the ground.
And the deaths of those corpses were extremely tragic. Some were just mutilated bodies, while others were simply drained of their blood, becoming mummified corpses. And these corpses with different deaths all had a clear feature on their faces, that was fear, intense fear that distorted their features, making them look extremely terrifying even after death.
And this was enough to show the cruel abuse they had suffered before their deaths.
In response, the beautiful and lovely girl in front of her showed a perverted flush on her face. At this moment, she was still holding a bandit's severed arm in her right hand, as if she had obtained a toy.
However, Shalltear, who was looking excited, froze for a moment.
"Oh?"
A slightly puzzled voice sounded softly, echoing in the strangely silent forest.
"What was that just now…?"
The girl threw away the severed arm she was holding at some point, looked in one direction, and showed a thoughtful expression.
That direction was where Roa had swung the magic sword.
Under such circumstances, a voice rang out beside the girl.
"Did something happen? Shalltear."
The person who spoke was an old man wearing a traditional butler's uniform.
The old man had a head of white hair and a full beard. The old man's beard was also white, and his face had deep wrinkles, giving a very old feeling.