The Ogres were probably good guys. Probably. But they did not leave that kind of impression on her. Simply put, to Wilona, they seemed more like barbarians who would kill her when the opportunity arose rather than neighbors she could trust. And who's to say the Ogres wouldn't continue attacking the Castorimorphians after she left?

  Wilona didn't want to come back to a ruined wetland in the near future, so she decided that the fight needed to end here and now. She wasn't going to kill all the Ogres—she wasn't a monster—instead, she wanted to take out enough that they became scared to invade and left the wetlands alone.

  Actually, isn't it a bit fucked up how she wasn't feeling guilty about killing the Ogres earlier? She was outright considering killing more of them just now!

  "Am I an undiagnosed psychopath?.." Wilona muttered to herself in disbelief. Like, maybe that's why she laughed alongside her friends whenever they did something back at school? That's not normal. Definitely. She knew that.

  But she'd always assumed she just followed social cliques and went along because she had no choice.

  Weird. That was something she needed to look into, that’s for sure.

  "Here."

  Wilona stopped her musings when a young-ish beaver came up and handed her a bowl with fish and mushrooms. Oh, so Ylvin wasn't a vegan. Wilona took it. The beaver stared.

  "You're a witch."

  "Yeah?.." Wilona slowly replied. Was this one of those cases where a kid just got way too attached to the idea of magic? She'd been in that phase herself, but seeing it from an outside perspective and knowing how annoying this was all going to be was just— "Okay, I know what you're thinking, and no, I'm not gonna do magic for you."

  Better to cut the interest off from the bud as early as possible. Wilona really didn't feel like babysitting right now.

  "Oh. Okay."

  Thankfully, the young beaver left and swam away. The peace that followed made Wilona feel glad that she chose to be tough on the little guy. Otherwise, she wouldn't be enjoying her meal right now—she'd be doing party tricks.

  She wasn't the type of person who enjoyed impressing children. Like, they were all boring, honestly. She didn’t feel the need to try and make them think she was cool. Her mother and sister were the exact opposite of this—how they managed to tolerate the energy of children was beyond her.

  "Probably because they act like children themselves," Wilona said with a wistful yet sneering tone, her face contorted into a complex expression. She ate her fish in silence, thinking. "Hope everyone is doing okay."

  They didn’t have to kill Ogres back on Earth, and magic didn’t exist. It was boring by all accounts, but boring was sometimes good. Wilona preferred it now that she'd gone through the equivalent of a nine-to-five but in a more primitive fashion.

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  Then again, who's to say her friends and family weren’t interested in building their own house? Or using magic? Or befriending a talking mushroom and a humanoid tree?

  Wilona finished her soup. Her new life was also kind of cool.

  Since no one came by to pick up the bowl, Wilona left it in the spot. She activated Air Lift and flew away, heading towards the prairie to confront the Ogres. Even though they were called pseudo-giants, they weren't all that big—Borrzon was taller than them even.

  But eight feet was still quite tall, and when mixed with an Ogre’s natural physique, it made them pretty formidable. They were no match for magic—Wilona saw this firsthand—but if they fought, say, a group of weaker creatures with no access to spells, then there was a decent chance that they’d win.

  Blades and spears were ineffective against Ogres, and morale would undoubtedly drop when soldiers saw that not only were they fighting creatures twice their size, but their enemies were also tough enough that anything they did had no effect.

  Wilona was lucky to be using spells—she was basically the perfect counter for the pseudo-giants.

  She stopped in front of their camps and lowered her flight until they were able to spot her. The Ogres stared for a moment before they started to throw rocks, bones, clubs, and metal pots at her. Wilona even dodged a burning charcoal at some point.

  "So they're not gonna talk, huh?" Wilona muttered darkly. She was going to warn them verbally and say that they needed to leave without resorting to violence, but guess that was no longer an option.

  She cast Fireball and aimed for the tents. The spell hit, and the camp began to burn. The flames ate away at everything and spread through the gathered structures like wildfire during the dry season. In response to this, the Ogres continued throwing stuff at her, unbothered by the flames.

  She knew it—the Ogres were immune to non-magical fires. They didn’t even look fazed as they stood around their burning camp, more concerned with trying to hit her rather than escaping.

  Wilona cast Floral Binding next, wrapping a dozen Ogres but nothing more. So the spell had a limit? Huh. Surprised but not dejected, Wilona simply cast the spell again and then followed it with a Fireball. With those two spells combined, the Ogres burned, unable to move as the fires ate away at their skin and eventually, their flesh.

  What was left of the group she razed was nothing more than charred corpses. The rest scattered even before the spell finished, and by this point, the Ogre camp had long been abandoned, with no one to populate it.

  Wilona chased after the fleeing Ogres. They cowered when she neared and eyed her with fear as she landed. Wilona fixed her cloak. Yeah, there was definitely something wrong with her mentally—she'd just killed a bunch of Ogres, and then the next thing she did was threaten the remaining pseudo-giants. Who were scared of her, by the way.

  "Listen, I didn’t want to resort to this, but like, you left me with no choice," Wilona said to the gathered group. "Why the hell did you attack me after I arrived? I was gonna tell you all to leave without needing to resort to violence."

  It would have been a different story if they said no to her, obviously, but still, these guys were just aggressive, weren’t they? Talk about picking the wrong fight.

  "Anyway, since I’ve burned down your camp and killed most of your people, you kinda have no choice but to stop attacking the beavers and leave," Wilona told them. The Ogres didn’t react to it.

  "I’m sorry," she said, regretting the fact that she didn’t save these guys’ food or something similar... Wait, maybe she could hunt for them? She snapped her fingers, causing some of the Ogres to flinch. "Stay here, I'll be back."

  Wilona flew off and searched the prairie for any kind of creature she could hunt and found a tiny herd of deer-shaped things. She tilted her head. Weren't herds in areas like this supposed to be bigger? Or was that like a seasonal migration thing?

  Regardless, she used Wind Blade to kill three of the deer and then flew down to gather them. Now in comes another problem—how does she carry these things back to the Ogres?

  "Maybe if I put the same spell I’m using to fly on them?" Wilona eyed the bodies. It’s not like the spell had a limit when it came to carrying objects, right? And it was called Air Lift, so it was obviously meant to carry stuff.

  Wilona started experimenting with finding out an external use for the spell, and it thankfully didn’t take her long to do it. She carried the three deer back to the Ogres—who fortunately didn’t move from their spot—and then dropped them next to their feet.

  "There you go!" Wilona waved them goodbye as she flew away.

  Was it concerning how she was so casual when dealing with the Ogres even though she literally killed some of them? Oh yeah, definitely. But therapists probably didn’t exist in this world, so she was sure it was fine.

  On the way back to the Castorimorphians, Wilona opened her status screen and confirmed that, yes, her quest was now finished. She immediately distributed her newly gained charges into her stats—2 for Soul, and then 1 for both Mind and Instinct, respectively.

  Her total stat now went up to 5 Soul, 3 Mind, and 2 Instinct. Wilona didn’t feel any different for some reason.