漂亮的保姆中文版

"It's a pity~" Kensa Bishop hummed contently and nodded his head.

"If he was among us, he would have been a prominent figure who could instil fear just with his name..." He mumbled to himself and gazed at the battlefield.

"Hmm~ I want to have a feast too...." He licked his lips while staring at his pawns, enjoying the frightened blood of human bodies before those bodies were lit up like candles, making it almost a perfect candle light dinner, if not for the screams.

"Let's watch it for a bit longer...." He mumbled with a wide ominous grin.

He looked at the frontline, which was almost leading the entire battle; knowingly or unknowingly, they were standing in a zigzag pattern that would form if every next 'pawn' in the chess board was moved by a single step.

'I guess, that's why his majesty Azazel loves chess....' Kensa Bishop thought.

Quinn stood in the second line of their formation, supporting the others and fighting alongside them; if this continued, they would inevitably lose, which Kensa had no reservations about. He would love it if they put up a fight and that was it, he wouldn't want anything else except his enjoyment as his victory was decided by the movement he set his foot around the academy and that wasn't boundless because he never underestimated his opponents nor himself.

Suddenly, his eyes met Quinn's and he grinned, receiving a slight glare in return. Quinn looked at his adversary and focused on them instead of Kensa, who giggled like a child and shook his head before glancing back at Quinn.

A prism appeared in front of the hexagonal cylinder as he punched his opponent in the right bicep where the heart had moved, killing his tenth vampire. Kensa noticed something and furrowed his brows at Quinn to confirm his suspicion as Quinn dashed at his sides, killing the vampires who had broken through the frontline.

'How is he killing every vampire he fights, no, how is that even possible in the first place!?' How does he know the exact location of a vampire's heart? And why is he fighting in such a clumsy manner if he is a Rank- S hero? Something is going on, but I'm not sure what.' Kensa noticed and frowned.

[Push forward.] Kensa ordered his pawns, telepathically.

They rushed and jumped on the frontlines, causing them to take a step back and their formation to break apart, but Quinn...

Grinned.

"You're too late." Quinn whispered under his breath, but Kensa could hear it clearly.

Quinn abruptly took a step forward as those fighting on the frontlines back-stepped in unison, as if they had practised it hundreds of times before putting it into action.

WHOOMM

Quinn's magic power exploded out of his body, creating magical ripples in the process, sending all nearby vampires and academic professors flying, but vampires contained a bit stronger damage because of the buffs Quinn casted with his magic power seemed to have recognized the professors as 'allies' and did as little damage as possible.

"Uck!" Quinn spat out a mouthful of blood and glared at the vampires, keeping an eye on them in case they tried to control his blood.

'He.....seems vulnerable....' Kensa thought before his gaze moved to Quinn's blood on the ground and grinned.

'Lets see, what he has up his sleeve, his defeat has ready been decided and.....' Kensa chuckled in amusement.

"Hahaha, whatever you I will not be the one killing you anyway! The deal was that you'll die by 'his' hands and I get some amusing family drama!! Hahahaha!!" Kensa roared and laughed hysterically.

"!" Quinn flinched as soon as he heard 'family' and smiled bitterly.

"Ho! You seem to know what's happening!! Hahaha! That's even more fun!" Kensa Bishop saw Quinn flinch and laughed as the 'Royal Blood' which Kensa had consumed slowly began to climb up to his brain, which he didn't notice because he was too engrossed with the situation unfolding.

"..... This will be the first time I'm trying it in the middle of an actual battle...." Quinn mumbled.

"Huh? What is it?" Kensa suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Zone." Quinn mumbled.

***

"Zone." Quinn mumbled.

BOOOMMM

A ear deafening 'BOOM' resounded throughout the area and everything shook as excruciating pain cruised through his body which made his face twist in grimace.

'How does Eshwar use this technique with a straight face....' Quinn thought, even though he was aware of the answer, it always bothered him as to why Eshwar act like he was used to pain.

Every time Quinn used this technique called 'Zone' an excruciating amount of pain cruised through his body, there were times when he gave up on using that technique because of the amount of pain he experienced every time even though he was used to pain.

He, as a supporter class, was used to pain because if his party members died in battle, he, too, would perish if it weren't for his experience in dealing with near-death situations and his stealth, which he learned through sweat, blood, and tears after his first near-death experience.

He was almost proud of his pain resistance, which his body had naturally developed after being in many near-death situations, though Eshwar's proved him wrong...

He would always keep a straight face while using 'Zone' when Quinn is sprawled on the ground in pain, and he would use it as many times as Quinn asked while learning the technique without a second thought, and every time he watched Eshwar use the technique with a nonchalant expression, Quinn would have a single thought,

Why?

I know he is used to pain, but.....

Quinn would never finish that thought, despite the fact that he wanted to ask him to stop using such techniques, but he couldn't bring himself to say so because every time tried to say that, Isha's pleading face flashed in his mind, making him realize that he was not worthy to say such things.

He felt unworthy of all the care Eshwar showed him; he wanted such a caring person by his granddaughter's side, even if it was just a fantasy-like thought; he wanted them to understand each other, slowly open up, and be with each other because a trust that is slowly built while walking on a thorny path together is difficult to break.

"Oh! Old man, when did you learn this?" Quinn was startled out of his reverie by a cheerful man's voice. Quinn turned to face the direction of the voice and was startled by the people present in front of him.

"You!"