Isekai Ryouridou

Even that day, the job could be completed safely.

The job itself could have been successfully completed.

It was only about midway between Jomtien and the sunset that the group arrived.

After both the stall commerce and the planting work of "The Great Tree Pavilion of the South", I joined everyone in front of "The Tail Pavilion of Kimmus" just like yesterday, just then.

The first to notice "it" was Ai-Fa.

"... it's a lot louder across the street."

At the same time I said so, Ai-Fa grabbed my arm and leaned over to the edge of the road, as well as behaving like a cover for me.

I still can't feel any omens, but the Rudd-Lou's also silently drive the women behind their backs, pointing the hunter's eyes in the southern direction.

"Duh, what's going on? What the hell happened?

"I don't know. The air is disturbed. … and that seems to be getting closer."

But this is the middle of Inn Town.

I wonder if the Zazz-Sungs have usually come down the road from the woods to the lodging town.

"Then why don't you return the stall as soon as possible and leave Inn Town?

"Don't move now. It doesn't look like the murderers are attacking us. But this..."

And, i-fa keeps his mouth shut.

It was the expression of strong suspicion and vigilance that flanked it.

And - "it" came.

People who were walking down the street without realizing anything also stop and pull to the edge of the road in a hurry.

A low twist approaches you twitching like a foretaste of an earthquake.

I felt the fine scream of my young daughter rise somewhere far away.

"Is that...?

I accidentally put my hand on Ai-Fa's shoulder and tried to get on with myself.

But Ai-Fa's body is frightening, so he can only show his face on his shoulder.

From the south side of the street, a strange group was approaching.

It must be such a large number of people. All of them wear hooded skin capes and walk in relatively loose footsteps.

From it, the head of the scarebird Totos peered.

With two heads, they seem to be pulling a big luggage.

Still, the width of the street was about ten meters, so it should have been easy to avoid that group of people and go down the road, but everyone stops at the edge of the road, stopping their legs and watching that group as they hold their breath.

That's how they had a different vibe.

"I'm sorry! Nothing dangerous, so don't worry! But stay out of our reach!

A man of good stature who was at the head of it said so in a voice that included a lavish laugh.

That voice surprises me even more.

We were still about seven or eight meters away from the group, and the man had his skin cloak hood down, so we had no idea what the person looked like, but the thick voice sounded familiar.

That was the voice of Zashma, the man who couldn't even be in a place like this - the head of a business group headed for Sim.

So is this the men of the Chamber he was leading?

But they should still be in the woods at the foot of Morga.

Besides, the number of people is sufficient, but I can only see two Totos, etc., and other than that, it doesn't look like I can carry loads.

And - I was supposed to know from my sense of smell the identity of the different atmosphere I was feeling.

Two scents sneak into my nasal cavity on the wind.

It is.

Smells as sweet as overripe fruit and.

It smelled like rusty iron and sour.

(This is -)

The smell of "Gibba's Fruit" and the smell of blood.

Even before my eyes, which I don't even know, that whole group approaches me.

The man at the head of it was still Zashma.

A familiar brown beard and a large mouth peer from the shadow of a deeply grated hood.

And.

The cloak of skin wrapped around the zashma was covered with red and black blood.

"... oh, you're the master of the stall"

And Zashma stopped on the lid and threw her gaze and words at me.

The men who followed them look back at us.

Zashma was laughing.

But from the men, there's an intimidating air.

"Not only are you accompanied today by colorful ladies, but also the hunters? The people of Genos would be frightened if so many people from the woods came down to the city."

You were Zashma, weren't you? Um, what the hell is this...? Didn't you guys travel to Sims?

"As for this one, I was going to. They ruined my baggage, so congratulations on turning back! I just headed to Sims with my bare hands, and I don't know what business it's going to be, do I?

Spitting such dialogue, Zashma was finally laughing with pleasure.

Originally on the rogue side when he was the head of the bandit, Zashma laughing like that with his return bloodstained appearance no longer looked like a merchant or anything like that.

Plus - I can barely see a machete firmly lowered on its hips.

I don't even show one of my frightening looks in front of the forestside people, which totals more than ten.

Zashma said even more, looking back delightfully at my face, which was not confusing.

"So this is the result of a fair solemnity in accordance with the laws of Genos! Even though you folks from the woods belong to Genos, why don't you come up with some crazy ideas?

"The Solemnity of Justice...?

"Well, just to say it was just fine. I didn't look at it the wrong way, but I was able to encounter other people around the woods, so let's get them through. This is going to be a lifetime's farewell."

Zashma grinned slightly, snapping her jaw at the men in the rear.

The men who were clumping split up just before and after Totos, who was located in the middle of the group.

So I lost my word completely.

Three men stood behind Totos when he was pulled out of his luggage.

One of them is Camus.

I still grate the hood, but I can't go wrong with its slightly longer shape, and I can see the lower jaw that is faded by its characteristic eagle nose and golden-brown beard.

The other is Hahn the Doug.

This one is not wearing a cape for some reason, and has exposed to the human eye a head wrapped around a bandage and a robust flesh wrapped in coarse cloth clothes, two swords lowered to the waist.

The gray eyes as cold as the reptiles were watching us - the people by the woods - without any interest.

And.

The man stood, dressed to hang on to both of them.

Skinny as a skeleton, wrapped in cloth like a crumb, a man when a living corpse.

He is Zazz-Sung, the former head of Sung's main house.

There is no mistake that it is.

It really seemed like a miserable thing, with only bones and skins left.

Its face, etc. exposes the shape of the skull intact, the orbits are indented, the cheek flesh falls off, and yellow teeth peer from between the flickering lips. Deep wrinkles are carved into the sparsely black-haired head, and the skin becomes darker and discolored, so much that I want to doubt my eyes that this is indeed the raw one.

Arms, feet, neck and torso are all dry and numb like dead branches, their skinny wrists bound with iron chains and connected to the buttocks of the luggage trucks. In the crumb-like fabric that was wrapped around her, she could barely see the whirlpool pattern.

Originally, I guess it was pretty long.

But now, he didn't even have the strength to stand upright, he bent his hips and knees deeply, and was such a nasty figure inducing chest wickedness that the carcass exposed from the grave was made exposed.

"Can this man be mistaken in Zazz-Sung, the great sinner by the woods? This guy threw some crazy fruit at us, and he sprayed it with gibberish! Thanks to this one I also suffered this much hand injury, my luggage was ruined and I was to let go of the majority of Totos. I could have kept him alive by chance, but a law that would allow such a great sinner would not exist in any kingdom!

Zashma's words finally led me to know what was in Totos' pulling luggage.

On that carrier without a roof, men drenched in blood that was not returning blood, or even motionless as a corpse, or shouting a distressed voice, were all lying unharmed.

The number is six.

Six out of a total of 23 members.

The rest of the men, dressed to surround the carriage and the sinners, stand quietly.

While dyeing the skin cape wrapped around it, possibly bright red with Giva's return blood.

(Gibba's fruit... well, did you use it to attack the Chamber of Commerce...)

At least I could understand that the words weren't false.

The aroma of intensely sweet fruit was overwhelming on the spot. If the fragrance is as strong as this, it will be clearly felt by EY-FA as well.

"The Sauties... what happened to the people by the woods who were guiding you?

When asked that half unconsciously, Zashma smiled spirally, "Oh."

"Of course they intercepted the Gibbs first. I don't know, there were too many givahs. All four of them suffered deep wounds, so I carried them to the settlement. I'm so sorry to hear that, but a stubborn forest folk wouldn't have lost their lives."

"So what about Tay-Sung...? Was the murderer alone in this Zazz-Sung?

"That gray-haired grandfather," Two-headed Fang "slashed away. It fell straight to the bottom of the valley, so it would be Mundt's bait by now. Even if he's alive, that wound won't help. Only today will I be frightened by the great sinners by the woods!

"... tay-sung...?" The sounds that echoed from the bottom of hell made the people on the spot at once urgent.

Zazz-Sung lifts his face loosely, which was deeply nagging.

"... where did Tay-Sung go...? Return the lost honor of the Sung family to our hands... Tae-Sung...?

"You surprise me. Did you still have the power to talk, you living corpse?"

Zashma turned to Zazz-Sung while making her smile seem a lot less creepy.

"Your countrymen have decayed into the woods! Your life will be limited tonight! Until then, even if it's an unexpected dream, it's fine!

"... dwellers of the filthy stone capital who have forgotten their duty to the people of the woods will soon come to an unbroken end!

That was the creepy black flame that dwelt in its orbit, which was falling like a real wax.

Its face shapes an evil grin as it puts a crack in its dry skin.

"How can you despise us when you can't even hunt Gibba with your own power...? You could only remain proud by scorning us! The fragile Selva children! Residents of the filthy stone capital! You are the ones who are cursed and exist!

"Hmm. You suddenly said something clever, you murderer. So what are you trying to take away the wealth of that stone capital? You deserve to speak your pride, you bastard!

With a good voice of prestige, but the face of Zashma had clearly floated with the colour of awe.

It is not the content of Zazz-Sung's words, but the power and wickedness of their voices, which must be what keeps them under pressure.

And it was in my own mood.

We were supposed to witness the tremendous vitality - the monstrous power and delusion of Digga and Dodd's feared monsters, unlike those who welcomed death in front of us.

"Whatever you say, you cursed people of the capital... your wealth is a wealth built by our blood and pride! You ungrateful bastard! You spicy usurper! Your peace of mind is protected by our work!

"Whatever! I forgot to be proud. You're the shameless one!

A steely voice cut off Zazz-Sung's cursed voice.

It is ai-fa.

"Don't talk about the pride of the people by the woods, such as you, who monopolized the bounty, vandalized the woods, and didn't do the hunter's job properly!

"Well... you are a female hunter... you mean the shameless head of the house that you have built tremendous wealth on the fools of the stone capital..."

The whirling fire of resentment sparks a cursory eye-fa.

Ai-Fa turned into an angry bobcat-like shape, with her blue-burning eyes reversing its miserable gaze.

"I don't remember you calling me shamelessly! You've gone the wrong way, Sung's predecessor!

"You are the one who went the wrong way... the people of the capital are enemies! He's an unforgivable sinner! Lock us up in a prison called Moribe, and only ourselves will try to strike in peace, you scoundrels!

"The forest is our God! You don't deserve to call yourself a forest dweller!

"Fools...... not gods, such as forests that do not bring grace! Our ancestors were deceived! You have to starve to death if you don't earn copper coins while you put yourself in the woods, what's such a raw hunter! The pride of the people by the woods was crushed and trampled 80 years ago! You are only risking your lives hunting for a copper coin named Giva!

Ey-fa chewed his back teeth.

Faster than that pulled tied lip emits anger again, Rudd-Lou takes only half a step forward.

"What did you want from me earlier? I don't know what to say, but I've sinned. The pride of the people by the woods has been tarnished."

"No... I tried to regain my pride... I still couldn't succeed my grand ambition in Zuro and such... if I hadn't been offended by a disease or something, the people of the woods could regain their pride! There is nothing for anyone, it should have been possible to achieve the raw things that are meant to be, eating only the grace of the forest and living in the forest alone!

"Isn't it a horse deer? You're telling me that attacking travelers and taking away wealth is the right way to look at the people by the woods?

"Still, the men of the castle could not punish us or anything! Even then, ten years ago, they could only pretend not to see! We can't even hunt Gibba ourselves. We can't judge the people around the woods!

The words broke my heart like lightning.

After all - did this Zazz-Sun commit the same crime ten years ago?

And in doing so, have you been very successful?

I guess this is how he was laughing at Gibba, killing all the people in the Chamber of Commerce, taking the load away - and not being guilty of anything like that.

"Build up a little strength now and you'll have solid freedom! You ruined everything! Fa's house! Lou's house! If only you hadn't gotten in the way, the Sung family would have led the people by the woods to the right path!

At that moment...

A blow of a knife tucked in the leather sheath shook down Zazz-Sung's back.

Zazz-Sung, with a beastly groan, collapses into a stone street.

It was the long-sleeved man who hid his face in a bandage - the hahn of a doubag - who shook down the knife.

Dabbag's Hahn looks down at Zazz-Sung with an inorganic eye like a reptile, while discarding him as a "bastard" with his bandage-covered mouth.

Further watching that hand try to shake up the knife, Camus quietly lifted his arm.

"We don't have the right to judge a captured sinner. Are you going to ruin my credit with your own hands, Hahn?

Hahn looked back at Camus silently before putting the knife back on his hips as if nothing had happened.

Camua takes a small breath and looks back at Zashma, who was totally grown up.

"... Zashma. Any further questions would be useless. Because this Mistress has already lost her mind as a decent human being because she has been offended by the devil. Shouldn't a troublemaker like this be handed over to the castle?

"Oh, oh... right," Zashma said, looking down hatefully at Zazz-Sung, then pointing her feet in the northern direction she should be aiming for.

"Can you stand? If you don't get up, you're gonna get your knee meat scraped down, okay?

To the voice of Camus, Zazz-Sung rises cursorily.

And.

Finally, Zazz-Sung let off a laugh when he was a demon.

"Residents of the filthy capital and shameless, seemingly non-hunters who betrayed the Sung family! Hate and perish at best! The only thing waiting for your end is inescapable discord and despair! Curse Selva, the Western god! Disaster the Southern god Jagal! We've made the mistake of serving God twice!

Then, when the men who had scattered back and forth concealed the appearance again, and ceased to make cracked laughter, only a cloudy silence was left behind.

Also ahead of Zashma, a bunch of skin capes start to move loosely.

In doing so, the hidden camouflage stretched up a little, and he turned to us.

On that face with the hood off, instead of the usual neat smile, there seemed to be some very sorry - a slightly subtle smile that seemed to beg us even with forgiveness.

"... the Sung family, now it's over"

Rudd-Lou shrugs her shoulders and whispers.

I tried to look you in the eye, and I stood stifling along the way.

People on the edge of the street were staring at us with strange eyes.

An unusual eye sight - it was an eye sight to behold even the unknown beast, mixed with unparalleled fear, anger, suspicion and confusion.

The Zashmas say they've already left across the street, but nobody tries to move off the spot.

Don't move, they're looking at us.

It was as if they were frightened that if they turned their backs, they would be slashed immediately - people were frozen on the spot.

In the meantime, he pounds me on the left shoulder, and I'm about to fly up.

Looking back, when did you do it, Milan-Math was standing there.

Speaking of which, this was just the front of Kimmus's Tail Pavilion.

"Mi, Milan-Mus......?

"Don't slap the extra mouth. You guys go home."

Milan-Math, no less than those around him, was burning both eyes with passion.

No, it was even more intense than the people around it, and their eyes were fierce and crazy with hatred.

"I'll clean up the stall. Take our own baggage and go home now.... or you don't know what's going on?

"No, but..."

"Don't make a mistake. I don't care about you guys."

Abandoning in a low voice, Milan-Math turned the gaze of hatred in the vanishing north direction of the men.

"... he was the one who killed my best friend."

With such a voice that it could barely be heard, Milan-Math did crush it that way.

And I finally realized that the Late Boy was standing secluded right next to Milan-Math.

Late boy, he was laughing quietly.

With an unusual innocent smile, the late boy also stared silently in the northern direction.

From what it looks like, I couldn't deduce anything from the inside.

However, the boy's smooth ivory cheeks were flooded with little clear tears.

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The news of Zazz-Sung's death arrived hours after that.

By Donda-Lou, who headed to Castle Genos as the representative of the three chiefs, the report was to be brought to the woodland.

Zazz-Sung, who was waiting to be executed tomorrow morning, was apparently captured in prison or debilitated to death without waiting for an hour.

As Sim's astrologer claimed, the murder star disappeared.

Twist different fates and mock the people left behind, lightly.