HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 81: The Shard of Night! ] (Patreon)

The days after that special quest passed on normally. Well, as normally as it could for the gamer and his partner. The quests after that special one were less eccentric and more serious, but Harry was not complaining. 

He would choose to rescue a group of children from fire or kill a budding gang leader any day over going back to the crazy village of Teatanpole.

Right now they stood in a silent and grim apartment in Brighton. The building wasn't too far from the beach as it was evident by the sound of the lapping waves. 

The mild smell of the salty sea too was present in the air. But the stench of the blood was far stronger than the other scents. It filled the room and hung on the walls stubbornly. 

No amount of wind could carry it away. A single large window opened on the opposite wall, giving a view of a small backyard and after it were a few houses and then there was a glimpse of the seashore.

Their attention at the moment was on the dead middle aged man lying in his own pool of blood. Harry kept his mind blank, trying not to think or feel too much about this person. That would just hurt him for no reason. This was how he survived seeing so much death and despair. He just stopped thinking about it.

Iris on the other hand wasn't as calm as she showed outwardly. The first night after that special quest, she had killed a criminal who had been pointing his gun at Harry, while they were on a new quest.

She had whizzed towards him like a ray of sizzling black shadow and had buried her white sword deep in his chest.

His blood had runned down her arms and on her clothes, making her feel as if her soul had been tainted permanently. She had looked into his surprised eyes before the light dimmed in them. She had cried hysterically and had puked until her stomach emptied.

From the next day onwards, she had stopped going on quests with Harry. It went on like this for a whole week. But eventually, she rejoined him after she felt strong enough to continue again, after she healed enough from the guilt of taking a human life.

As she was staring at this dead man, she was jaded enough to not cry or feel horrified. But a strange anger burned inside her for the one who had done this.

That was her coping mechanism.

Unlike Harry, who suppressed his emotions, she did something else. Instead of feeling gloom and hopelessness, she concentrated on anger when she was on these quests.

It served her well.

The sound of loud slurping brought the siblings towards the window. They looked down in the backyard to see a dark figure straddling a woman with his face buried in her neck and his hands pinning her arms over her head. The woman was dead still while the man moaned in the back of his throat.

Iris' skin crawled at the sight and her rage burned brighter and stronger. Her emerald eyes gleamed in the dark, even her crimson hair had a beautiful luminance as she held her sword.

Then she attacked. If a normal human being had been there in the backyard, they wouldn't have been able to see anything.

A second later, Iris was back beside Harry at the window sill. Such was her speed that only a second was required to kill the cruel vampire feasting on the woman's blood. The vampire's head tilted over his neck and then fell down on the grass, beside the dead woman's figure. His face was forever etched with the expression of surprise.

If Iris hadn't had the sword then she would easily be far inferior than the vampire and wouldn't even dream of engaging him in fight, but since she possessed the legendary White Sword and the enemy was a dark creature, her stats were multiplied by 12. Her current level which was 52 got increased by 12 times, making her as strong as if she was level 624.

[Name: Iris Potter

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Lvl: 52

HP: 2600

MP: 5200

Affection: 100

Obedience: 70

Thoughts about you: Love, Respect]

Harry rubbed her back to calm her down. She took a deep breath, taking in the fresh smell of the sea, letting the cool wind blow on her face and turning her sword back in her white bangle form. Her eyes stopped glowing and the shine in her red hair faded.

[QUEST:

— Kill Khafun, the serial killer Vampire who specifically feasts on the blood of grown women.]

[Success!]

[REWARD: Gained!

— 1000 XP for Harry and Iris Potter

— The Shard of Night]

[The Shard of Night]

[— A piece of magical obsidian. It can be used for various purposes.]

Harry ignored the notification and looked at Iris who had taken up the alias of 'Black Grim', the companion of Red Grim. She was wearing an all black apparel. Her shirt was black, her hoodie was black, her jeans were black, even her mask was black. 

Both of Harry's and Iris' clothes were exactly the same except the colour. Where Harry's were white, hers was black. The only white thing she had was her sword which contrasted well with her dark appearance.

"Come on. Let's go." He said, touching her shoulder and teleporting them back to his room.

They quickly removed their costumes and Harry stuffed those into his inventory.

Iris, who was just in her knickers, grabbed her t-shirt and shorts from his bed before putting them on. Harry too was doing the same. They were far more comfortable with each other to feel embarrassed for seeing one another half naked. 

That being said, getting fully naked together would definitely have them blushing like maidens.