Danmachi: Is It Wrong to Be the Main Character in Orario?-Chapter 810: All Efforts Have Borne Fruit

Gazing at the dragonkin before her, Ais steadied her breath and slowly approached.

Suppressing her presence, she struck without warning.

"Swish!"

The dragonkin failed to react in time. In the next instant, a razor-sharp wind blade carved a deep gash from its right shoulder down to its left abdomen—clean across its back.

"Aaaargh!"

The tearing pain made the dragonkin howl.

It spun around, desperate to find whoever had ambushed it.

But just as it turned, a blinding wind blade slashed straight across its eyes.

The eyes were the most vulnerable part of a dragonkin—no scales, only a thin membrane for protection. And that paper-thin membrane was powerless before the cutting wind.

"Shhk!"

"Aaaaaaaargh!"

The sound of flesh tearing echoed alongside its agonized cries.

Blinded—stripped of its most crucial sense—the dragonkin grew frantic, lashing out in panic.

"Shhk!"

Another wind blade struck. Its speed was incredible; the dragonkin couldn’t even perceive a sound before the blade sliced through the flesh of its chest.

Each strike of wind drew another agonized scream.

A dragonkin—normally a close-combat powerhouse who wouldn’t even fear a top-tier Level 6 adventurer—could now do nothing but shield its vital points while howling in pain and rage.

Truly, the wheel of fate had turned.

In just thirty seconds, the dragonkin showed no signs of life. Its massive body collapsed like a heap of ruined meat.

Only then did Ais reveal herself.

But she did not approach the corpse. Instead, she raised her right hand, fingers curled, and thrust lightly toward its head.

An invisible wind blade pierced the dragonkin’s supposedly hardest skull in an instant.

"!?"

The dragonkin’s body trembled violently. Clearly, it had abandoned its pride and attempted to fake death—an instinctive gambit to deceive its attacker. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

But it didn’t expect its attacker to be just as cautious.

Ais understood the importance of a "finishing blow."

Delivering the final strike, Ais wasn’t surprised at all.

Ever since she began studying Bell’s combat style systematically, she had learned that finishing the kill was essential.

This caution applied equally to monsters and to humans.

Unless death was absolutely certain, even a motionless corpse had to be treated as if it were still alive.

Taught this way, Ais naturally responded to the dragonkin’s feigned death by turning it into the real thing.

"Mm. Perfect."

She reviewed her hunt, confirming she made no mistakes. Pleased, she clenched her fist lightly.

"I’ve mastered the combat method Teacher taught me."

Though she had ambushed it, the dragonkin failed to detect her simply because it lacked the ability.

Drawing the enemy into her domain and then eliminating it step by step—that was what a wise adventurer should do.

In the Dungeon, an adventurer had to conserve stamina and energy. Overexertion led to disadvantage. So in battles where victory was assured, the correct choice was to save strength rather than exhaust oneself needlessly.

Ais looked at the dragonkin’s corpse. Kneeling, she shaped her right hand into a claw and condensed sharp magic along her fingers. She aimed at the location of the magic stone and thrust downward.

"Psshk!"

Her slender, pale hand pierced easily through the dragonkin’s flesh, grasping the magic stone hidden within.

Withdrawing her hand, she held a high-quality magic stone.

She placed it into her pouch.

Then she looked at the blood staining her fingers. With a flick, a breeze wrapped around her hand, carrying away all remaining blood and scent.

"Seventy-ninth floor. All dragonkin eliminated."

Not the seventy-seventh floor—the seventy-ninth.

Indeed, Ais was now on the seventy-ninth floor.

Seven days had passed.

During those seven days, Ais had been diligently practicing the magical techniques Bell taught her, applying them in real combat.

Bell’s techniques weren’t complicated—actually, they were very straightforward.

It was simply condensing magic into a blade, shaping her magic into a wind blade of extraordinary sharpness so that even without a weapon, she could fight at full strength.

It was an incredibly practical technique, and perfectly suited for Ais.

Mastering it would reduce her dependence on weapons.

Even if she lost the "Desperate" in battle, a forged wind blade could still deliver power comparable to it. With that, a weapon would no longer be strictly essential.

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Understanding this deeply, Ais trained intensely to perfect her wind blade.

And Bell had already given her the foundation she needed.

Controlling magic to resist the cold, and learning to conserve magic while enduring relentless frigid environments—this training had taught Ais, almost unconsciously, how to control her magic with exquisite precision.

That was the foundation.

And because that foundation was solid—because she had mastered it thoroughly—Ais succeeded in forming wind blades within just two days.

She spent the remaining five days putting them to use in battle.

From her earliest wind blades shattering upon touching dragonkin scales, to later producing power equal to the "Blade of Desperate," and finally reaching the point where a single wind blade could cleave both scale and flesh—

Her magic grew denser, her wind blades sharper.

The accumulation of the past three months bloomed in this moment.

Ais had grown rapidly before, but it wasn’t until she mastered the wind blade Bell taught her that the last three months of training truly linked together.

At that moment, "Ariel" became the sharpest weapon in Ais’s hands.

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