Red lotus flames, rising black smoke, heat and screams transmitted on the wind.
The village burns. Why, why?
Whoa, calm down, calm down...
Close your eyes. Shh, take a big, deep breath once.
And I slowly opened my eyes.
... Apparently, the burning houses are centered on those located on the north side of the village.
I hear screams from you too.
Located on the southern edge of the village, the fire has not extended to my cabin.
... would you be relieved?
Think so, regain your normal mind.
Then it's cash, and that kind of thinking works wondering if I can use this situation for my own benefit.
Fire...? For a second, is this a chance?
Yes, a fire thief. If you do it well, you will be the one to solve the financial problems.
Steal as much as you can steal, then Sayonara.
Even if the villagers notice after sedating the fire, it is too early.
I am so out of the reach of the villagers that I am running away.
Nice, really good.
Future prospects open at once. And the thought of being able to give back my interest to the people who used me scattered.
In a creepy imagination, a vegan expression seeps up to the top of the mask. Unexpectedly, the corners of my mouth were connected.
Hehe, shouldn't, shouldn't.
Careful, careful. Do you assume that you will pay close attention to things?
As I retightened my mind, I gently moved forward in the north direction.
Screams of people fleeing, the voice of petitions for forgiveness, and the cry of the Terminator. In contrast, strange-faced men cheering inferiorly.
In the hands of the men is a dull and glowing iron sword, or, alternatively, firewood wrapped around the flames.
Through those two, the men dye the village red.
The houses are lit with fire, and the ground is shed with the blood of poor villagers.
Failed, failed, failed!
Shit, I pulled the worst card ever! Big mistake!
From the north side of the village to the center, a hell of a painting was played out.
What makes it so, armed men.
The figure of a small number of men riding and wrapped in fine armor and the figure of a large number of men, lightly dressed compared to the men riding, following their instructions.
Men on horseback are more like even men in light clothes.
No matter what you think, regular soldiers who belong not to the class of thieves, but to where (they persist).
I've never been out of this village, so I don't know where the soldiers are when I see their uniforms...
In view of the proximity of this village of Doremi to the northern border, would it be the soldiers who have invaded from the northern kingdom of Magna?
Invasion by fully armed military personnel.
For such a cold village it is nothing but despair.
The desperate actions of the villagers mean nothing.
The fleeing people are truncated from behind. Some villagers stand up bravely with farm tools in their hands...... There is no need to talk about that end of the road.
I stare at that sight, lurking my breath in the shadows. In my head, I'm filled with regret and impatience.
What a fire thief! How could this be...!
... then, then, if you were running south, for this!
Don't stand in regret, words like that overhead.
That's why I can't stop thinking about if I could redo my choices then.
... No, no, no. Easy, me.
With trembling hands and feet, I don't even remember running.
If you want to get out of here alive, suppress fear and agitation......
Put the mask back on. That's a tough iron mask.
Under no circumstances, such a cold, tough iron mask that does not lose its calm.
Let yourself even be fooled! Once, as I did......!
Ha, small and long, exhale.
Erase the expression. Cold in the head, too, suppresses tremors in the hands and feet.
All right, I'm sure this... Encourage yourself that way.
And when I took my eyes off the Hell painting, I turned my heels back so as not to make a sound.
Run, run, run. Whatever the heart that strikes the early bell......
"Ha, ha, ha... How far are you going to run, woman!
"Ha, ha... ha, ha, ha..."
I was aiming south with great care not to let the soldiers tear me apart...
One soldier finds me, and this is how I'm being chased.
Distance from each other that gradually shrinks. My breath goes up, my heart hurts.
... Was physical battle with an adult man reckless? I can't help it. I stopped.
"You finally gave up!
The caught up soldier grabs his arm and pulls him down to the ground.
"Ha, help me..."
Raise your weak voice. There would be a look of fear sticking to his face.
I don't say limbs, but tremble when my whole body is distressed.
The soldier who sees it smiles of abuse.
... yes, loosen your guard. What's before you is a helpless, fearless, deer-like village girl.
With a new mask on, I calmly observe a soldier looking down at me.
Yes, I never gave up.
Knowing that physical battles were reckless, they switched to more likely means of survival.
No chase. The battle from the front is out of the question. Then we'll just have to ask for alarm and rush through there and do something about it.
A long sword is held in the soldier's right hand. On the waist belt, a dagger hangs.
The protective equipment is relatively light. Like the knight I saw earlier, he's not covered in armor all over his body.
Is that military uniform? He wears thick clothes and, from above, protective equipment to protect his essential points. A helmet, a heartbeat, and then a hitting on the armor.
The observations are like this all the time.... Well, what do we do?
Inside that way, as you circle the opening measures, the soldiers open their mouths.
"Hehe, what, aren't you a young daughter?... It looks strange, but it's not bad. This is great."
To the grin of abuse, the favorite colors also mix together, resulting in a more inferior grin.
... you beast. I despise soldiers in my heart, but I don't even give them a bite on my expression.
"Hey, daughter. If you keep it big, I'll only save your life. Okay, you got it?
To the words of the soldier, he nods again and again like a broken doll.
From the bottom of my heart, I didn't believe in such a promise...
Soldiers, when they deepen their grin at me like that, stick the long sword they were holding on to the ground.
And when I laid them together, they put their hands on my jacket.
I do not make any resistance, but leave the soldier unattended. Yes, to sharpen the vigilance of soldiers......
I get my jacket pulled abusively and my chest gets exposed.
The soldier's gaze nailed him there. Gokuri and I can hear you swallow the saliva.
... Not yet, it's still early. Restrain yourself.
Slowly, mouth approaching chest.
The breath of the beast hits me, and I feel sick. Disgusting, but earliest on the beast, no alertness or other fine dust left.
Now! I will judge you so.... or the limit already!
Quickly extend your right arm. And grab a dagger pattern that hangs on the soldier's hips.
Surprisingly, a soldier who stiffens his body. Don't miss that gap, of course.
Pulling his dagger out of his sheath, he protruded deeply into the soldier's thighs.
"Giggle, giggle, giggle!
Screaming rising. In severe pain, the soldier leans back as he presses his thighs.
All right, the force that was holding me loose!
With all the chance, I get my upper body up while gaining momentum, poking at the soldier's body.
And when he regains his body's freedom, he rushes to the long sword that stood on the ground.
Squeeze the long sword pattern. Flip while pulling out. Soldiers and sights. In his eyes, he can see the colour of amazement and definite fright.
Ha, ha, ha. I threw up inside.
Drop the mask, reveal your nature, your thirst for raw, and wave down the long sword.
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down...................
The blood, the clothes, the body stains. But more than that, my heart is dying red.
Yes, the primary color without lies or lies, in the most vivid shade of them all.
... but I have nothing to regret. Because I'm sure this color is hers.
Just one last time, wave down the long sword.
The earliest soldiers don't even move with Pickle.
"Ha... Ha. Ha ha......!
Adrenaline is excessively secreted from the fact that things were carried too much as desired and, above all, from the excitement caused by the first murder.
Unexplained laughter overflows myself.
I'm sure my expression is ugly right now. But......
I've never felt more liberated by the nature of my first exposure to this world.