Isekai Journey Of The Magic Archer

What is happiness?

Well, the answerers to this ambiguous question can vary depending on the person, situation, nature, and life.

One can answer it in respect of their whole life, or maybe a certain part of their life.

Maybe a certain year, month, day, hour, or maybe a certain moment.

One's answer to this question can change depending on countless scenarios in their life.

But there would definitely be an answer to this equivocal question.

Maybe people would answer with many philosophical angles. Some may call the moment of their wish fulfillment as true happiness. For some, even getting food, maybe even some fresh water, would mean the greatest happiness.

But right now, for one of the most beloved characters, our main female lead, the significant other half of our dear main character, Reinelle, happiness was the moment when she gets her hands on more valuable things than her dear, fucker bastard, darling.

He got a skill stone and laughed like he had won the world, and that laugh still rang in her ears.

She also wanted to laugh like him, tease him, make fun of him, and maybe see his cute reaction if she can.

Personal thought but, isn't she cute?

Not that anyone will answer, so let's get to the main point.

She was angry, so she moved faster without caring about saving her energy for the main raid.

She slaughtered the group of acid zombies, which numbered in hundreds, and moved to the next location.

She already knew what things, what beings, and what fuckers would come on the path she walked thanks to her cute friend, Celestine.

She knew there were four more stops before she reached the trap zone, which was two times the hurdles her friend was going to face, so she was hurrying.

Her opponents were weak, even more against the light attribute that her scythe received thanks to the special enchantments that he created.

She was thankful to him but, her utter garbage luck...

She maybe had slaughtered ten times more beings than him after entering this place, but she had obtained absolutely nothing aside from their dead bodies.

It was a grave bad luck that went beyond the probability.

In normal cases, she should have at the very least received an energy core from the undead she had killed, but there was nothing... some damned skeletons were so weak even their bones shattered and turned into powder after her attacks.

She couldn't believe how she was so damn unlucky and even still found such a great being like her darling...

"Maybe it was his luck that found the poor, miserable, little me... damn. So, my bad luck was still the same?!"

It was revealed now that they were separated in this damn tomb.

She was reminded of her garbage luck... something she didn't think much about.

She had lived for a century already, something many creatures don't even dream could be possible for them.

But she had lived for this long, and still... she only truly started growing now after her childhood.

She was in her second growth phase now, so she believed with her physical body, maybe, just maybe, her shitty luck will have some effect too.

And by living in his presence, she was certain there would be some positive change.

But... the poor her didn't get a single point increase in her luck.

Though her intelligence increased by three points, something really fascinating considering the short time they had been together, she sure hadn't gained a single dust of luck.

The poor girl didn't know that the boy she was admiring had lost two pints of luck because of her but, she wouldn't know this fact deeply buried in his heart.

The young boy living his second life really loved her, so making her genuinely sad wasn't something he wanted.

Anyway... that was luck and she was born unlucky.

She didn't have any hope in her luck from the start, so she wanted to achieve things through her own efforts.

She was sure she can do better and gain equal things or maybe, though presumptuous, she also believed that she can defeat him when it came to getting better or more physical resources than him.

She had wonderful eyes which she had relied on them for a long time, but she was still far behind and na?ˉve if she thought she knew any great about the world she lived in.

She knew she didn't even know as much as him, so she couldn't say much, but, at the very least, she was brave, dignified, and a survivor at the heart.

She already knew that on the path she was walking right now, there will be a strong death knight, then a small army of undead soldiers and mages, and lastly a lich before she reached the maze-like structure full of traps.

That would be an easy place for her... and for him as well, she knew that.

But she was certain that what she will gain from the undead on her path would be significantly greater than the things he will gain on his path where there were only two strong monsters on the level of the knight or lich.

But she also knew that his opponents were stronger than the ones on her path. And even more so after he said that there was a golem and lizardman.

They truly were tough opponents, so even she would have different times with them.

And unlike her undead, his opponents were energy beasts and even the sane ones with great intelligence.

His battle would be exhausting in most ways, and she was no exception.

She knew the fight against the enemies she will have to face would require her to use a few strong cards, but she didn't hesitate anymore.

She knew what she had to do now and so she had already reached the open area where a single undead, covered with a sparkling full red armor and a good heavy sword in hand, stood with a calm expression.

He would be fighting his battles, but she had to fight hers and win in all of them to reach the enemy she was looking forward to meeting.

Their main goal was the great evil spirit, and they never lost sight of that certain goal.

They knew what they had to do, and that burned in their eyes.

In her eyes...

She stood before an open area where the dead, or... more like the undead knight that looked strong at a single glance, stood, waiting for his challenger.

Death knights were one of the highest ranking creatures that held intelligence even after not being 'alive'.

"The armor..."

She wondered what this special-looking red armor, the sword in his hand, and the undead itself were.

It was red armor, something that caught her attention because it reminded her of her dear 'friend'.

The armor was the same color as his eyes and the sword in his hand was an artifact, without a doubt.

A stable heavy sword, something that was hard to see even in today's advanced weapon shops.

This silver blade of the sword, its blue handle, and the guard with a lion engraved on it... the sword was special and so was the calm undead knight.

She felt that it was like the calm before the storm...

"There's a unique presence to this skeleton."

She knew... he was a death knight, specially positioned here to defend this place.

It will move as soon as it senses the intruder and it will definitely sense the intruder, even if she used magic.

This was a knight... a being, an undead, that can use Aura.

She knew she would have to use her own Aura if necessary, so she was ready for it when the time comes.

But she didn't recklessly approach the still-standing death knight.

She observed the area, the terrine, the green magic lights illuminating the open area just like every previous fight.

Unlike him, she didn't have to worry about the darkness because the lights and natural lights were installed everywhere in the upper caves.

"Eyes of truth."

Her eyes shone... her pink eyes that seemed like the fairy pink sky during a coastal sunset.

The information about the red armor, the sword, as well as the knight itself was revealed to her in an instant.

============

[Ruby's lifeline] a–?a–?a—€

~~~> An armor personally made for a brave knight by the person he served.

~~~> The armor is splendid, and the craftsmanship is at least at the level of a master.

~~~> The aesthetic design is something that carries a faint reminiscence of the old elven art. But it is crude, so the creator themselves couldn't be the perfectionist elves.

~~~> The armor reduces the damage taken by 30%. Increases the natural vitality of the user by 11%. And it also carries a certain chance of emitting a bright light when struck.

~~~> It is a great armor made from red mithril and comparatively, it can be called a (level-10) artifact.

~~~> Cheer up master~! Just this much is more amazing than a simple skill stone~!!

============

============ f𝗿e𝙚𝘸e𝐛𝚗𝐨𝙫𝚎𝙡.c𝒐𝐦

[Strong heavy sword of balance] a?—a?–

~~~> The sword is made from a very old stone, so it is very heavy. Lifting it alone would require great strength. While using it would require great mastery over the swords.

~~~> The sword is balanced. Very balanced that it would be an ideal design if it was made with better materials and by a higher-level craftsman.

~~~> The sword can be used as an inspiration to make a better weapon, but the craftsmanship required for handling high-grade materials and producing something of a similar level is very high.

~~~> Anyway, the sword, depending upon the user's mastery, can increase the attack power of the weapon.

~~~> The weight can increase the damage by cuts and slash attacks, but recalling the sword in the middle of an attack would be difficult because of its weight.

~~~> Comparatively, it is the highest grade (tier-9) weapon! Another gain~!!

============

============

[Death knight] e?'€

Strength: 138

Dexterity: 98

Stamina: 105

Magic Power: 138

Intelligence: 30

[Skills: Iron body, Magic resistance, Keen senses, Battle view, Raise dead, Cool Swordsmanship, Paralytic scream, Dark absorption. ]

~~~> ...well, damn.

~~~> A powerful undead with a good balance of attack and defense skills. High strength, good magic power, and even stamina.

~~~> This one is a... strong blue-rank creature with good skills, something that looks difficult to deal with from a single glance.

~~~> This is a strong opponent with a strong body and even swordsmanship... something that really deserves to have those amazing artifacts.

~~~> It will be a difficult fight, master... take care... and try finishing things quickly. As you can see, this one can summon some weaker skeletons and absorb power from the dark and grow stronger with battle progression.

============

"Well... fuck."

She cussed, as everyone might have thought her to do first before thinking about the situation.

Well, that's our- oh, sorry. That's his Rein after all.

She cussed. Not at how much difficult this would be and how dangerous things could get. She cussed at the thought of damaging the armor, as well as the sword.

The durability of these two artifacts would have naturally decreased over time, so they needed repairs, even with their current splendid appearance.

Just the thought of her damaging the splendid equipment of this crazy piece of bones was unimaginable.

She knew a death knight dropped an energy core at death with certainty, so that was one thing she was looking for, but she now wanted this armor and sword.

"I will get them... and then laugh... just like that fucking bastard did."

And for that, she had to finish this undead as quickly as possible.

An undead's Aura was powerful. Maybe as powerful as the high-grade spells.

But the destructive power of the Aura and the probability of it having a special characteristic was a force to be reckoned with.

They weren't called one of the ultimate weapons of the necromancers for nothing.

So... she decided to start strong.

She decided to use her special, glamorous, gorgeous Aura from the start.

She took out her scythe, the symbol of death, and took a step inside the open area and the battlefield of this battle.

"Consider yourself blessed to die by my hands, little skeleton."

She applied the light enchantment on her blade like she had been doing before each fight and brandished her spectacular weapons.

-Shkiiiiim.

It was sharp. So sharp that the air was sliced down as if a head was being chopped by a guillotine.

Then... as if the blood of air was sliding down the scythe, drops of a red fluid started flowing down her palm.

The drops became a slow stream of tap water, then a fully open water flowing down the tap, and then suddenly a fountain carrying a wave of water... and in this case, blood.

-Ktktktktktkt!

The guardian awakened as soon as she stepped into his field, and as soon as it woke up, a bloody blade appeared just before his eyes.

The death knight, true to his instincts, backstepped as soon as he sensed danger, and the appearance of a maiden... no, a death reaper wielding a scythe covered with pure blood like Aura, entered the red light burning in his blue sockets.

He knew at this moment, the opponent of a lifetime was standing before him... so, this was either eternal rest or more suffering for some unknown long time. So, he was looking forward to the fight.

...

Well, while the maiden of dusk was fighting this one, her darling was having a... relatively easy battle while standing in the middle of a scorching lake of lava.