Napoleon of Another World!

Chapter 41 - The Wyvern

All her life Athreia had been sure she was free.

She could go wherever she wanted, but was her fate ever truly in her hands?

Wasn't being a soldier the only purpose her life ever had? Was there ever a time when she wondered if she wanted to be something else?

No, simply because she never had the chance to seek for it.

If she believed that she liked that life it was only because she had been educated to believe that for a centaur there was no other aspiration other than war, the only thing that made life worth living for.

But those people were different. Some, it was clear, had been warriors themselves, but in that village far from the war they seemed to have found a different purpose.

Now they were happy. But had she ever been?

All of a sudden, all the hostile looks, the gestures of impatience, the obvious lack of consideration that she had always pretended not to see came back to her.

A shrill and unbearable cry, made louder by the echo of the mountains all around, drilled into her head, making her almost faint.

Everyone in the village heard it, but only a few understood what it was; and Daemon, with his experience as a hunter, was one of them.

"Damn it, tell me I'm wrong."

Instead, unfortunately, his suspicions were confirmed when a kind of enormous dragon with a body covered in blue scales and red abdomen appeared from behind the highest peak, heading straight towards the village.

"I knew it, it's a wyvern! Lasik, ring the bell! Take everyone to the caves!"

"And what will you do?"

"I will try to get it away from here! Do as I told you!"

Unfortunately that wyvern flew with such speed that many did not have time to save themselves and were reached, killed and in many cases eaten.

In the end, the beast did not focus on the village, preferring instead to attack those who were outside, perhaps isolated and without nearby places where they could hide; it's just a shame that Athreia and the little girl were also among them.

"Get safe, little girl!"

Athreia then started running everywhere, hoping to catch the wyvern's attention, but unfortunately, the beast immediately preferred to turn its attention to the little girl, who was so scared that she remained petrified with fear as that monster came at her with its jaws wide open.

At that point, the centaur did the first thing that her instinct suggested to her: protect an innocent person.

Charging like a bull, she hit that beast five times bigger than her on the cheek with all the strength she had just before it could grab the little girl, managing to unbalance him and throw him to the ground in a whirlwind of dust.

This effectively diverted the wyvern's attention away from the little girl who finally decided to save herself, but it also had the effect of infuriating the creature.

Athreia therefore retrieved a pitchfork from the ground and attempted to defend herself, but soon discovered that having such a massive and imposing body could sometimes prove to be an obstacle, especially when trying to dodge wing strokes, tail whips, or lightning-fast jaw thrusts like those of a snake.

Furthermore, that damned beast had scales as hard as rock, and no matter how hard Athreia tried, there was no way she could hurt it.

"You're wasting your time!" Daemon shouted, coming to support her armed with a bow and throwing her the only sword he had managed to find. "The only weak points are the eyes, the inside of the mouth and the belly."