Reincarnated as an Elf Prince-Chapter 47: First Bounty Hunting

Lindarion’s gaze shifted between Erebus and the grinning man—his expression unsettling, almost puppet-like.

’Bunch of strange people…’

He shook his head and focused on Erebus’s movements.

Erebus ripped a piece of paper from the wall and pressed it against the man’s chest. The man’s grin remained as he spoke.

"The last sighting was near the edge of the Inrya Forest."

’Inrya? Where the fuck is that?’

Lindarion’s cold expression barely shifted, though his grip on his sword remained firm—never loosening, not even for a moment.

The man continued.

"He’s tall, around 185 cm. Brown hair, black eyes. No affinity. Should be an easy target… for people like you guys."

His gaze lingered on Lindarion for a moment, tongue flicking across his lips.

’…What the fuck was that? Fucking perverts..why is everyone I meet some kind of lunatic?’

Erebus didn’t react. He simply nodded, placed a firm hand on Lindarion’s shoulder, and shoved him out of the room, and back into the alleyway.

’We’re teleporting again, aren’t we—’

Before he could finish the thought, a palm pressed against his forehead—

And suddenly, they were standing at the forest’s edge.

"Good luck killing the target." Erebus’s voice was flat. "I’ll be watching."

’Watching? Are you serious?’

Lindarion glanced back, but Erebus’s face was unreadable beneath his cloak due to the darkness of the forest as well.

Almost like he had no face at all.

’…Is this how I look to others now? Like a faceless ghost?’

He exhaled sharply.

"And if I don’t want to do this?"

His voice wasn’t cold, nor was it warm. Just distant—like none of this mattered to him. Like he wasn’t even here.

"Then you’ll never be a real soldier," Erebus said simply. "You’ll never overcome your fear of killing. And you’ll always be a pathetic nobody."

’Ouch. That hit the spot.’

Lindarion felt that one.

Erebus shook his head.

"A word of advice."

His tone was empty. Devoid of anything human.

"Don’t think. Don’t feel. Just act. If you let emotions control you, you’ve already lost."

Lindarion knew he was right. He just… didn’t like hearing it.

He nodded, fingers tightening around his sword as he stepped toward the forest.

’Don’t let emotions control you. Easier said than done…’

He shook his head, forcing the thought away.

’I can do this. I have to do this.’

For a while, he walked in silence. Then—

The scent of smoke.

’A fire?’

He hesitated, then adjusted his course, moving with careful steps. His agility made him nearly silent as he leaped into the trees, moving above the ground with unnatural ease.

There.

Three men sat around a fire. Not one. Three.

The tallest of them spoke, his brown hair and black eyes gleaming in the firelight.

Lindarion recalled the perverse bastard’s description.

’That’s him.’

His fingers trembled.

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’F-Fuck…Now I have to kill all three of them.’

Each man carried a sword at his waist.

[Mana Perception]

They were extremely weak.

Pathetically weak to be precise. Capturing them would be child’s play.

But that wasn’t his mission.

Lindarion inhaled. Exhaled.

Then dropped down from the tree.

—

"So anyway, that’s how we’ll make a quick profit—"

A thud interrupted the man’s words.

"The hell was that?" The black-haired man scowled. "One of your friends, Dylan? Nade?"

"Our friend?" Dylan scoffed. "You serious, Michael?"

The three men exchanged glances.

"You a bounty hunter?" Dylan asked, staring at the hooded figure standing motionless in the firelight.

No response.

Not a single word.

The cloak covered the figure’s entire body, leaving no features visible.

"Answer me, you fuck!" Michael snapped, drawing his sword and pointing it at the figure.

Silence.

Motionless.

Like it was thinking.

"Alright, screw this—let’s kill him." Nade pulled his blade free.

Dylan hesitated, watching the figure.

Something about him—

’I-I don’t like this…’

"Die, bastard!"

Michael lunged, sword slashing—

A blur. A shift in the air.

Michael’s arm flew into the sky.

"AAAGGHHHHH!!"

His scream tore through the forest. His severed limb hit the dirt with a dull thud.

"S-Someone… help me…"

Michael dropped to his knees, clutching the bleeding stump.

Dylan and Nade locked eyes.

Dylan trembled.

However, Nade burned with rage.

"You son of a bitch! How dare you—"

Before he could finish, the cloaked figure vanished.

Then reappeared.

Behind him.

Nade’s head flew through the air like a kicked stone. His body collapsed, blood spraying across the dirt.

SPLURT.

"You monster!" Michael screamed—

And then a chain shot out from the trees, piercing clean through Michael’s skull.

His body hit the ground.

THUD.

Dead.

’W-What the hell…W-What the fuck just happened?!’

The dark figure turned. Looked toward the trees.

Like the figure was acknowledging someone. Or looking at someone..

’There’s two of them…I-I have to run..’

Dylan’s thoughts spiraled as he stared at his fallen friends.

’I—I’m sorry!’

Tears welled in his eyes as he spun around and ran.

But he barely made it five steps before—

A cold sensation.

His heartbeat… slowed.

’Ah…’

No sound escaped his lips. All of a sudden, blood started pouring out of his mouth.

He looked down.

A blade.

A long, thin blade pierced clean through his chest.

Then, with a sickening pull, it tore free.

Dylan collapsed, gasping for breath as his vision blurred.

For the first time, he saw his killer clearly.

Long ears.

An elf with long blonde hair.

’I… I never stood a chance…’

His world faded to black.

—

Lindarion watched as the man’s heart gave its final, feeble beat. His stomach churned, his thoughts tangled into a suffocating haze.

’…’

Even forming a single coherent thought felt impossible.

Then—

Soft footsteps. A slow, deliberate clap.

"Bravo," a voice drawled behind him. "Like a performance on stage."

Erebus.

His voice was as cold as ever as he approached the lifeless body.

"You… you shouldn’t have interfered. I had it covered."

Lindarion’s voice came out hoarse as he turned to face him. Erebus didn’t even blink.

"I know," he said. "I just didn’t want to miss out on the fun."

’…Fun? This is fun for you…fucking bastard.’

Lindarion’s expression twisted. He looked down at the corpse.

None of them had even touched him. They were pathetic.

Killing them felt like crushing ants beneath his heel. Accidental. Meaningless.

"Let’s go."

He turned away from the bodies.

"Yes, let’s." Erebus’s tone remained dry. "There are still plenty of murderers left for you to kill."

Lindarion’s fingers twitched. His jaw clenched.

He didn’t want to hear those words. He wanted to shut them out. Pretend they didn’t exist.

But they did.

’I know they are murderers. Thieves perhaps. They aren’t innocent. But one day… one day, I’ll kill you for this.’

He didn’t realize it yet, but something had settled in his gaze when he looked at Erebus.

Hatred.

Not the fleeting kind. Not something an apology could wash away.

Something deeper. Darker.

Erebus stepped forward, grabbed the corpse, and placed a hand against Lindarion’s forehead. The world cracked apart.

When the space reformed, they were back where they started.

The bar.

The strange man behind the counter was polishing a glass. His grin stretched wide, almost inhumanly so.

"Well, that was quick, gentlemen."

’Let’s just get this over with.’

The man chuckled lightly as Erebus tossed the corpse onto the floor. Without missing a beat, the bartender dragged it behind the counter and then reached for a small pouch.

’What the hell is he possibly going to do with the damn body?’

A faint jingling could be heard in the pouch.

’The bounty prize.’

Erebus tucked it into his cloak without a word.

Then, without hesitation, he grabbed another bounty from the wall and shoved it onto the counter.

The bartender’s grin widened.

"Well now," he mused, tapping the parchment, "this one’s going to be a little more difficult."

He picked the paper up and looked at Lindarion and Erebus.

"The Gentleman you are looking for has multiple people surrounding him. Guards I mean obviously."

A soft amused chuckle left his mouth as he continued.

’Guards? Seriously? Is this guy some kind of gangster..?’

Lindarion thought as he looked at Erebus who stood motionless.

"His bandit camp is close to Breacon, multiple thieves should also be with him. This is way more difficult than the last one. He has long black hair, reaching around his waist but his most prominent feature is that eye of his. One eye, on the other one he has an eye patch."

He tried to analyze Lindarion’s and Erebus’s movements but they didn’t make a single motion.

Like they were ghosts.

’How creepy.’

The man thought as he licked his lips then continued.

"Best of luck to you people, you will certainly need it."

Lindarion and Erebus walked out without a word, going for the alleyway again without hesitation.

"Let’s teleport again—"

Lindarion said as Erebus placed his hand on his forehead. Reality warped around them as they appeared on a rooftop? Lindarion nearly slipped and fell but managed to regain his footing.

’What the fuck..’

In front of them was a camp, with a bunch of people walking around and chattering.

Erebus looked at Lindarion and then tapped him on the shoulder.

"Good luck, brat."

’Just what I needed…I’m meant to kill all of these people?’

Lindarion scanned their numbers, ten people were gathered in the camp. With his main target drinking beer..

’Who would’ve thought.’