I Became My Vampire Witch Character Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Fanatical Methods

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Chapter 47: Fanatical Methods Inside of the castle, a different tune played out. Knights struggled against white-robed attackers. Several had already fallen from battle. How were there so many, and where did they come from? Naela was sure these questions must have been on the minds of the defenders. A certain elf rushed to Naela's side in the hallway. "What do you think? Will this be just like old times?" The wyvern didn't say anything. She huffed and rushed forwards, hearing the annoying voice call out to her. "You can't still be mad at me!" Naela blocked a dagger aimed at her neck with a newly formed claw. The hooded attacker's face went from some kind of sadism to rage. He sneered while gazing at the maid's appendage. "You damn beast! Die!" The wyvern twisted and swept her tail at his legs. Though, she'd massively underestimated her strength. The attack was enough to shatter bone. She saw the marrow rip from his skin. She couldn't take the sound of his screeching. Even the men closer to the forest could take more of a beating than this. On the way down, she ended his screaming and his life by forming a pink dagger of flame of her own and stabbing it into his chest. His death throes were short lived, and soon, another attacker was upon her. This one was an assassin as well. He was fast compared to an average human, but Naela could have easily stopped him. Yet, she was denied that ability. The hand of a golem crushed him into the floor, sending blood and pieces of castle rock flying. "Always so quick to try and do things on your own," Fianis said. The elf leapt onto her golem's shoulder, and then smiled down at Naela as if they'd never separated from each other. "I will try to save as many of the knights as I can. You can take on the attackers." So annoying... Yet, Naela nodded. As she rushed forwards into a swarm of attackers, memories started flooding to her mind. Incredibly annoying... Naela formed a pink flame in her palm, and she saw the image of a bonfire. She saw four people standing around it. Herself was reflected behind the eye of the flame, and of course, there was Fianis standing to the side. To another side, there was a girl wearing leather and a fluffy tail coming from behind her. And finally, there was the wizard, standing next to the flame, and thinking as he always did. The wyvern didn't realize that the flames in her hand had grown absurdly hot with her bubbling anger and frustration. The pink flames launched an explosion of fire outwards, and the fireball melted people in its wake. Though, it didn't stop with people. It blew a hole in the castle's floor and sent shards of glass flying outwards from the impact. The one thing able to calm Naela's mind was the thought of her mistress. She imagined Elanore's smile and those pretty purple eyes looking up at her, and it was like a spell was cast over her heart. The vampire was Naela's own addiction. She had no idea why this love had taken hold so fast, but she found herself unable to resist the charms of that witch. Naela deflected an incoming mana dart with a pink barrier of flames. There were not that many attackers left in the castle after her rampage, but the ones in front of her appeared different than the ones before. These were not the same kind of pushovers as the assassins from before. The one heading this entire operation stood behind their ranks and lowered his hood. It was a face that Naela had seen before, but she couldn't quite place it. He must have been much younger when we ventured here. "You truly are a beast without a cage," the man said. "What is your name?" "Naela, and on the orders of my mistress, none of you will leave here alive." "Those are big words for one beastman. You think you can take this whole group? Synnaria watches over us, and your head will be delivered to her for daring to stand in our way." Once again, people had mistaken her for a beastman. These humans twisted the own words of their goddess to fit whatever perspective they