Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

For a moment, I wondered if Cenri and I were being peeked at. But it wasn't.

With his hair still screaming, Cenri, whose face was bright red beneath me, returned to his true face, and then he slipped out from the bottom, taking his sword and rushing out of the tent.

I felt a little sorry for myself, but I looked like a dog and followed. [M]

A warm breeze blows in the wilderness at night. My nose, which became dog-shaped and fortified, caught a backward odor. It smells like strong blood.

There have been many injuries on previous long journeys, but this smell is not on that level.

Follow the centipede and run. Other mercenaries who were resting hear screams and join us.

And I got to the smell.

"Huh... this is huh!?

"Hih... Hih"

What was spreading there was a sight that could only be described as miserable.

scattered flesh and bones so scattered that we no longer know how many were there. The splashed blood makes a puddle, and the wind stands bright red.

One of the mercenaries gathered takes a step backwards like that. Walk with caution so that the scattered blood buildup does not stick to my white hair.

There was a Guster Chamber of Commerce carriage left nearby. It is a mid-sized chamber of commerce with about ten employees.

Was this... a resting base for the Guster Chamber of Commerce?

This time the participating merchant squad is a massive consortium of over ten chambers of commerce. We don't leave each other that far, but some chambers of commerce have secrets, so at the break we generally solidify and rest on a merchant or chamber basis.

If, in case, you were attacked, you were supposed to call for immediate help, but apparently it didn't make sense.

There was nothing alive. There must have been some mercenaries on the lookout and escort, but they must have been wiped out to see from scattered pieces of flesh.

The neck of the rolling half-witted man belongs to one of the mercenaries in memory. Horses were also killed, and only carriages that had not been looted remained.

Even with my sense of smell, I can't figure out how many people died from pieces of meat mixed up in a mess.

But I went around all the merchants during the break, so there must have been some faces I saw. Is it fortunate that it cannot be discerned?

I made a small squeal and mourned the death of a gentle merchant who would have graced me so much.

"A beast...? If you're a man, your luggage must have been looted."

"But for just a beast - it was you who screamed?

One of the mercenaries talks to an elderly woman who was slipping her hips near a place of tragedy.

A red-haired woman dressed qualitatively but with a neat prominent nose. His face is pale as if he had seen it even in a monster, his hands and feet trembling.

Whether his breath was clogged, or his sneaky body, his abundant chest on his back was heavily raised and lowered to intense breathing.

"I'll get the merchant captain. The person who still did it could be nearby! Don't fail to be vigilant!

"Are you all right? What happened...?

One mercenary rushes out to the rest point of another chamber of commerce, and the others approach the tragic witness.

Peek at the corpse at a distance.

It's too violent, such as splitting human beings... and too much waste. There are more efficient ways for humans to kill humans.

Scars made are not caused by swords. It's caused by fangs and nails. Would such a sight be possible if it were a beast as big as Albatross?

The outside world is full of danger. I wonder if both the escort and the merchant are prepared to act on it, but if you do this, what a waste of your life.

But I just can't be shy.

I slapped Cenri's leg with my forefoot, with a harsh look on his face. [M]

Cenri looks down at me. I looked at the First Discovery woman and rang a little. Now I can't speak a word, but you know what I'm trying to say, the look on Cenri's face changes.

I smelled strong blood.

Naturally from the spot where the blood and flesh are scattered, but above all - even from that woman, the only witness surrounded by mercenaries and leaking whimpers.

There is no blood or meat attached to the clothing of the witness woman. It is not the smell of blood flowing through his body.

Mouth and nails. Even if the human sense of smell doesn't tell, it's obvious from me the dog.

Most importantly, women's performances were so full of reality that even mercenaries in the war did not notice them............ I don't smell 'fear'.

I understand. The smell of fear, the smell of anger, the smell of joy, the smell of sadness, the smell of when you tremble into pleasure.

Cenri looks forward and pulls out the sledge and hips sword.

There were few patrols. Surrounded by several other mercenaries, they take their shoulders and point them at a woman who was about to stand up.

"... who are you?

"!? What are you talking about?!?

When a woman shudders, she opens her eyes wide and gazes at the holy sword.

The mercenary, who was lending his shoulders, flaunts the sharp voice of Cenri, who was becoming known as the goddess of victory.

Cenri said in a flat voice as usual in countless gazes.

"You don't smell human. …… Barron's nose cannot be deceived"

"... kiuuuuu"

Cenri is trying to blame me plainly, and she unwittingly rings in a sad voice.

I didn't say it didn't smell human. I said it smelled like blood. Apparently, it's also my fault that I thought my heart was clear.

I need to take a good breath of blood later to get my mind through it.

The mercenary, who was lending his shoulder, waved his arm away and rushed away. The woman suddenly lost her support, but she never fell.

I look back in dismay at Cenri's light purple eyes.

"Capture. If you have any objections, you should issue an ID. Assuming you're a Guster Chamber of Commerce person, there must be a name on the roster. If it's a mistake... I apologize"

"Huh..."

A woman takes a breath. He retreated after a few steps in a foothold that was still about to fall.

I don't know what they're talking about, a look like they took away all hope.

To that excessively weak appearance, a mercenary man who was watching nearby opens his mouth when he sees Cenri.

At that moment, the woman's arm pierced the man's body.

That was a rate like a disease. I heard a dull noise.

Short cuddly voice. A mercenary man opens his eyes and stares down at the thin fingertips that pierce the metal armor and protrude from his own body.

I don't know if I can avoid it, it's a tremendous speed.

Cenri rushes out. The woman quickly pulls out her arm and releases a kick to a nearby mercenary who still doesn't understand the situation.

Big body blows up twice as if it's a piece of paper or something. It sounded like something you shouldn't hear from the human body could play.

The woman retreats a few steps back and dodges the sword of the shaken down centipede.

My expression was changing. For a deep grin that makes you feel brutal from the weak that floated until earlier.

"Huh... it's the devil clan! The Demons are out!!

The other mercenaries who have returned to me now cry out for help. But the only thing a woman sees is a centipede.

A woman distorts her lips and looks at Cenri with her eyes narrowed. Until recently, my eyes, which should have been brown, have changed to gold.

"Hmm. You've noticed a lot. But if you go after me, these guys are gonna die, right?

"Huh!?

Cenri waves her sword in the mood of tearing. A sharp slash like a silver line rushes a few in a second. But the woman dodged all of it in a light form.

It doesn't seem to be as athletic as Albatross, but it's an out-of-the-box move.

"Not yet, but alive. Immediately healing magic would help, maybe. What do we do?"

The words were right. Fatal wounds, but both the man who was pierced and the man who was kicked over are still alive.

No, the woman dared, I guess she did. To stop the centipede from moving.

A woman flips out. Jump big and run through a few meters in just one step.

That little figure instantly disappears across the darkness.

Few healing magic users. It would be one or two of these caravans.

The strength is also far below the centimeter. If you wait, there will be a dead man. Given Cenri's character, the choice was one.

Cenri did not choose to pursue.

He hands down his sword without hesitation, aids and wakes up mercenaries who fall in a bloodbath, and exercises healing magic.

Her recovery magic is powerful. If you are not dead by injecting your positive energy, you can recover from fatal injuries. Exceptionally it doesn't seem to work for me, and in principle it dies when it is used by me, but this time the power worked well. The wound hole, which was wide open, is blocked and the complexion is restored.

Mercenaries call me, merchants gather.

I glanced sharply at the woman as she fled, and licked the blood that had snuck up on the ground.

And I shook my hands and feet in the taste of that bitter blood.

He still can't breathe blood in his dog appearance. Besides, without the body, this blood seems to be losing all of its vitality.

I don't know who it is, but that's the enemy.

I remember the smell. Killed the merchant who gave me sweets and rice. [M]

Besides, I can't forgive you for interrupting the meeting between me and Cenri, even though it was a nice atmosphere.