"Ugh... what's that smell?"
The moment I entered the village.
Larca and Cain turn away from the smell of blood.
Some houses had been destroyed and there was blood all over them.
After all, there seems to be no doubt that something happened while they were out there.
Besides, that's not all.
Invader - there will be no mistake.
"Sister Larka... do you think she's okay?
"... don't ask me that."
"But when this happens..."
"Don't say that!
Listening to Larca, Cain has nothing more to say.
In fact, Larka herself knows.
Perhaps our mother is already...
But Larka never accepted it.
Because if I accepted it, I was going to lose my mind.
"... hey, Larka sister"
Huh?
"Ah, that..."
That's where Cain pointed.
Not their houses, but the square in front of them.
There were sights of people wanting to doubt their eyes.
"No, no... no!No, no, no!
There were a lot of bodies stacked up.
Adults who would otherwise be working with weapons.
The children who were supposed to be playing in the square.
And... Mother.
I don't want to believe it.
However, the sight in front of me is emitting a sense of presence that doesn't just say that this is real.
I felt like the sound had disappeared from this world for a moment.
Cain says something next door, but I can't hear it either.
However, the time is running out just to gaze at the body.
That's Larca.
It was an unfamiliar voice that brought me back to reality.
"Oh, you're still alive?"
Listening to that voice, Larka's consciousness returns to haha.
A voice that instinctively feels a sense of crisis.
The Lord of Voices appeared from the shadow of the mountain of corpses without the two of them confirming it.
"You did this!You bastard! "
The Lord of the Voice has a fairly distinctive appearance.
Dragon Man?
But they looked very different from themselves.
They are not as close to humans as they are to themselves, but rather to dragons.
Horns and tails are also much larger.
I wonder if it's a dragon species.
"... oh dear. Gareth pushed me into trouble, too.I guess it's the last of you, huh?
Answer the question! You killed them all!
"Oh, yeah.What's wrong with that?
The dragon man (?) smiled at Cain's yelling.
It seems satisfying to see Cain angry.
I only see the killing as entertainment.
Why do such people need to target themselves?
He was an irrational man.
"Well, why did you do this!?What grudges do we have?
"It's not like there's another grudge, but it's because of Lord Galeus' orders."
"Master Galeus...?
Larca's questions come back with names she's never heard of.
Who the hell is Galeus?
Obeying this man would be quite capable.
But listening to that doesn't solve the problem.
On the contrary, their anger grew more and more.
"Gareth is the most powerful demon king in history.It's bad luck to have eyes on someone like that. "
"Demon King!? Why should he want us?
"Larka's right!What do you want?
"... I don't want to be spoken to at all.I'm an idiot. "
Hahhhhh - and a sigh.
Then slowly open your mouth.
"I'm Dallas, the southern Demon King Warlord.And I'm here to take care of you.I won't say anything more. "
Dallas - That's what the man in front of you calls him.
And I did say something about the southern Demon King military cadre.
I've never heard of the Devil's Army in the south, but it's obvious that it's not just people.
I still have a lot to ask, but Dallas is not going to answer me anymore.
"How dare you kill everyone in the village...!
"Well, think of it as a disaster."
"Fuck off!
Cain's anger doesn't stop.
That's something I've never even seen near Larca.
If there is another trigger, Cain will surely strike.
That way, no matter how much Larca is, it is impossible to stop them.
Dallas is many times stronger than we are.
It was imperative not to simply launch an attack, but to meet the same eyes as the dragon people in front of me.
We have to get through this place somehow.
Fortunately, Dallas is licking them off.
What should I do?
Larca was desperately spinning her head before her life was in danger.
"Is that all you have to say about the will?Then I'll kill you already. "
"Shit! I'm almost there..."
"Uh-oh!
and.
Cain was trying to keep his hands on him.
Out of the cadaver pile, an ally jumps out with a weapon.
They've been pretending to be dead all along and watching the timing of the attack.
Located just in the blind spot of Dallas, perfect timing for an ambush.
This attack is guaranteed to hit.
It was intuitively understandable the moment my buddies jumped out.
Even as a Dallas, the presence of this companion seems unexpected, showing a surprising expression.
"Ugh, it hurts!"
Huh?
"Don't let me die."
... Dallas uses the sword he was carrying on his hips to cut his fellow man's body apart.
The blood of the companions scattered on the spot.
I felt like the time had stopped for a moment.
The body of a fellow half tall overlaps the mountain of the original corpse.
With such a beautiful sword, I no longer feel grotesque.
Larka watched the sight with wonder - and without turning a blind eye.
"Oh no...."
The allies' attacks must have hit perfectly.
The attack was also carried out with an incredible weapon that we machined ourselves.
And Dallas doesn't seem to have taken any damage.
Why on earth?
The reason for this was that Dallas himself was proud to speak.
"Sorry, my scales are like dragons.Then I can't slash it. "
Dallas looks at the part of the shoulder hit by the attack.
It remains as if nothing had happened.
Just laugh at Larca and she doesn't even have a scratch.
This scale probably explains Dallas' lack of armor.
Certainly, if your body is covered in such sturdy scales, you don't have to wear protective equipment from the beginning.
Rather, wearing protective equipment may even be a disadvantage if it slows down.
"You scumbag...!I wonder what people's lives are...!
"It's a weak eater. Don't let the weak complain."
"I won't forgive you anymore!
"--Cain!"
Finally.
Cain's wrath seems to have reached its limit and he hit Dallas without even holding a weapon.
Dallas looks astonished at the too slow movement.
Then he pointed his sword at Cain, who had just killed the Dragon Man.
From Dallas' point of view, Cain is desperate to attack and is in a state of gaps.
- I mean, technically, it's too easy.
Not only Dallas, but Larka also understood it well.
Cain, look out!
"See, sister!?
Larca grabs Cain's shoulder and pulls it toward her.
But...
Instead, his body appeared in front of Dallas with the pulling momentum.
We can't turn around anymore.
Keep it that way.
The sword of Dallas pierced Larka's body.
The last thing I saw was the expression of Cain, who couldn't hide his upset at Larca's behavior.
Larka didn't know why she did this.
Cain will be killed if he stays like this - the moment he finds out, his body was moving on its own.
Pain, pain, sorrow.
There are various feelings in Larca, but there are no feelings of regret.
A few seconds later.
Larca's life... was ruined.