Vermillion

A twig explodes in the fire, making a pungent sound.

In the wood, surrounding the burning fire, the men were resting on their bodies dressed in thoughtful attire.

He who takes warmth against the fire, he who lays his cape on the ground and falls asleep, he who grabs the hard-baked biscuits, he who leans against the wall and watches over his surroundings -

These are the members of the Bandits' Ignats. The colour of the skin, the colour of the hair, the physique, the ethnicity, a group of very variable collections. But they all wore black-dyed leather armor, which seemed creepy in that 'one eye is white and cloudy'.

Windy, chilly crescent night. The bandits, with the exception of one of the watchmen, are relaxing with a reasonably good pull of shoulder power. But at the same time, there was no hegemony in the expression, and everyone looked blurred and sleepy.

That's, - to put it badly, the (...) side of the si (...) ke (...).

"Huh. Ah."

Before the bonfire, a skinny man sitting on a flat stone takes a big sigh of sigh.

He's a shady man. Among the bandits with sheer faces, there is a distinct and dark atmosphere.

Is the nutritional status not good, or is it also skeleton like that from the beginning? Falling orbits on skinny cheeks and a face like a pussy. The shadows cast by the dim burning lights, coupled with the blurred long hair of stretching out, make the appearance look like a ghost or something.

This guy looks so much better in the grave than a bandit. The name is Morissette. The Ignaz Bandits are the captains of the actual team and nine of their men.

"Huh..."

Morissette sighed again as she seared the smoked meat she stabbed in the twig in a bonfire. More and more unnatural white and black odd eyes reflect meat seeping through the carpet and fat. After some broiling, he gave his hands back, and now began to put the fire through carefully on the other side as well.

"…… hey, it's Morissette."

A small, fat man sitting in a hush, facing Morissette, spoke with an extended voice.

"What is it?"

Here, move only your eyes, and Morissette answers.

"I don't really think it would be a waste of fat if you cooked too much."

"This is fine. … a luxury."

Morissette smiled darkly as she watched the fat of the puffy and dripping meat.

"I like fat meat. I like it."

"... Guys, at that rate, instead of being 'reasonably good', you're gonna tease me, huh?

"That's what's good for me."

"I want to have it. That's why Morissette will always be galloping."

Pose yourself with an awkward, giving up tone.

"Leave me alone. I wasn't born inconvenient."

Morissette to be returned blurry. While doing so, the meat was finishing to the point of (...) addition and subtraction. He stops to broil, breathes a sigh of flutter, and then hits the momentum.

"……… I'm hungry. Morissette, have some meat, divide it."

"Sorry, that's the last time."

"Ah. Well, just one bite..."

Before his men finished saying it to the end, Morissette, who opened her mouth wide, stuffed all the meat into her mouth.

"Ahhh!"

"If you look at me like that, there's nothing there."

Moving my mouth around, Morissette.

"Damn. Morissette's the only one that's sloppy."

…… You know, Lato. Food is distributed fairly here. As much as I manage Temeh's food, it's Temeh. "

Morissette, dubbed, sees Little Fat's men - Lato with his jitsu eyes. Meaningly turning his fingers, Rato told his surrounding companions,

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You got any meat?"

"Wow, I've already eaten."

"I'm out of stock too."

"There's a biscuit."

To my buddy's reply, "Haa…" now Lato takes a serious sigh.

"Guys, come on, you're so shitty."

"You don't have a choice. I let my prey escape…………………"

The soaked Morissette and Ratto looked at each other again and sighed small.

About a few hours ago.

In the shadow of the nearby rocky mountains, Morissettes were preparing for the camp, avoiding the eyes. But one of my men spotted a wooden, rocking light, so he decided to raid this immediately.

It's like I'm asking you to attack me on such a crescent night, such as imitating something that stands out from me. Just that I was running out of food in hand, and as a bandit, I have no hand in missing this.

There are two prey. It was an odd combination. A blonde girl dressed in an exotic black outfit - which is also quite clever - and a young man dressed in grassland folk style. Just the two of us were brilliantly burning fire without ever being vigilant around us. Exactly like a duck carrying an onion.

The opposing Morissettes have a total of ten. If you took the lead, surrounded it, and shot an arrow, it would have been an easy prey to miss.

"No way, I didn't expect Pavel to screw it up"

"… No, I'm really sorry."

To Lato's blur, a young man who was grasping a biscuit while hitting a bonfire - Pavel - bows his head sorry.

Brown curly hair with a fair face and a clear neighborhood under his eyes. One eye is cloudy with the surrounding area, but the cloudiness was still thin compared to other members. By the side, a simple short bow and arrow barrel. Pavel was the one who took the lead in this raid and fired the first arrow.

"I can't help but think they were bad."

That said, Morissette shakes her head quietly. Pavel hasn't had a shallow day since joining his crew and his move as a bandit. There were a few opponents this time, and I was even more alarmed, and I tried to gain experience...

"That son of a bitch, he avoided it."

Morissette roars as she arms together. Pavel released an arrow, precisely at that moment, that brunette young man deflected his body as it had been played. Instead of detecting the attack by sound, he felt a slight kill that had leaked during the attack, causing him to evade the arrow rays themselves.

"I can't believe I caught you at that distance. It's not bad."

"Well, you know, I was avoiding it. Even when I was after a woman, I noticed just before..."

Morissette with a sinister face, stroking her jaw. It is difficult for a skilled warrior to take immediate evasive action out of such a state of alarm. Pavel is new, but not a great amateur. Morissette is also quite confident in her skills. But the young man let him triumph over them lightly.

"That bastard. If it's enough to flaunt my arrow, it's not enough to protect a woman. Then I didn't have to kill that girl, and the bastard cleaned up and was in full swing..."

Seeing Pavel's arrows gently dodged, Morissette changed the target to the girl, who saw that the young man was strong early on.

Originally, there was nothing for the bastards, so the young people were just going to kill each other and enjoy the rest of the girls - Morissette focused more on taking away food, valuables, etc. than on keeping the girls alive for fun.

but this prospect was a stunning setback. The young man broke through the siege of Morissettes and defeated even the hunting wolf (Houndwolf), taking the girl with the arrow wound.

It was still to be assumed that he would get away with it, but he didn't think he could even do Houndwolf. Morissette holds her forehead so she can have a headache.

"Oh...... I attacked the two of them by 10 people and also let two tiger child houndwolves die on the run...... You should report it to your head..."

shade of the wall, sleeping with his nose swollen, watching the only houndwolf who came back alive,

"Fuck, that bastard, the next time I see him, I'm gonna kill him"

"... Well, what I've done, I can't help it."

Ratto shrugged his shoulders small as he began to drift his depressed aura again.

"Oh, but she's not well, either."

One of my men, who was sleeping, shrugged, looking out at the night sky.

"Right. That was pretty good."

"That long ~ blonde. … you were noble."

"Out of the way, I'm sorry for your patience."

In response, the other men sandwiched their mouths.

"Well, I don't think he's gonna live anymore... but he's gonna eat poison arrows."

"I don't mind if I die. If you look around tomorrow, you might find a body or something."

"No body, shriveled in boulders."

"That's the beauty, it's like a doll."

"It would be beautiful, but it would be busy, but the hole would be with you."

"But after a day, isn't it subtle? It hardens………………………………."

Men smiling thinly at the edge of their mouths, nasty and nasty.

(…… to the boulder, it's time to go out to the old lady)

Observing such employees, Morissette thought. In the last few weeks, I have been longitudinally in the region of Lilleil, avoiding contact with outsiders as much as possible. Everyone - myself included - is hungry for women. Quite a few of my associates, I don't even think they're going to storm out to this extent, but it's not a good idea to stay in the stash.

(Or if I could get rid of that this time......)

A girl dressed in exotic outfits. I don't think Morissette herself would have killed him a little. In the end, the quenching of libido was one piece of grated food, and I lost two houndwolves without even getting a piece of copper coin.

(Don't get squeezed in your head...)

Morissette's sigh doesn't know where to stay.

If you're going to run a bandit business, make a profit, and don't do any damage, it's the bandit leaders' orders. Instead of sacrificing and making profits with it, don't attack me in the first place if there's enough sacrifice to make.

To be honest, Morissette didn't even think this would be the kind of feather that would make such a painful sacrifice to two young men and women.

(Was it a failure that left Pavel to himself)

Wash out the reflections of this failure.

(Anyway, everyone with a bow should have been after that bastard at once)

Hating to scratch more than necessary on the leather armor the youth wore, it was a failure to leave it to Pavel alone instead of practicing, he reflects.

Of Morissette's squad, six are equipped with bows, including himself. The six of us at the same time, and if we had just missed our aim and shot him, we wouldn't have been able to avoid that man on the boulder. And if there is even one arrow, it can be powerless with poison painted all over it.

There was alarm that Pavel should be able to finish the job on his own.

(You come when you forget, being alert...)

Morissette, laughing thinly, looked up at the sky and exhaled fuh-thin and long.

That is no longer a sigh. The reflection time ended when we concluded that we should be careful and try our best to kill him from now on.

Now, and Morissette, who changed her mood, slapped her hands on her breasts,

"Okay, hey. It's about time..."

I'm going to bed, and I tried to stop my men from talking dirty.

Kang! and the dry sound sounds.

Almost simultaneously with Morissette's strange face, the dull sound of bogging,

"Boo."

One of the men on the lookout spasmed him violently with a watery oddity.

"Hey, what's up?"

Morissette's mouth opened in amazement as she hurriedly looked at you.

My men, who leaned against the wall and were in charge of the lookout - black feather arrows stood in the face of a man who now cramps like a broken teasing doll.

No, it's, it's not just stabbing. It penetrates the skull completely and even pierces the stone wall behind it.

Literally, the man was sewn to the wall by an arrow.

"Be-"

Immediate death. Impossible power.

Arrows stab stones, etc. A crossbow cannon.

Dry pleasant sounds echo again while Morissette is trapped in chaos.

"- Coming! Front!

I didn't have to be told by Morissette, who changed me all the time, and my men lowered themselves slightly. but as if to ridicule it, one of his overturned men, a merciless arrow, pierces his torso.

"Gu 'ah."

The sound of flesh ripping and bone crushing.

A broken and crushed employee threw up blood and fell in as he bent his torso in an impossible direction. The man who makes red and black blood bubbles float around the corner of his mouth is still breathing - if this doesn't help, Morissette makes an immediate cut.

Quickly, I picked up the bow and arrow at my feet.

"Wall! Hide!

Under Morissette's decree, the men move quickly towards the shade of the wall. To the wall, just a short, less than ten steps away. But in the meantime, Ka 'an, Ka 'an, and the dry noise hit him from behind, and his men fell and fell for only a few minutes.

Even right behind Morissette, one of his men was shot through a nod. Blood gushes like a fountain from a thousand chopped necks of meat. While bathing it in his back, without looking back, Morissette slipped into the back of the wall trying to throw herself out.

"- Shit, what the fuck!

Morissette, who was able to escape with a single hair, felt a loud breath and at the same time more unpleasant sweat erupting from her entire body. The only surviving houndwolf rubs himself against Morissette as he roars toward the wooden darkness. Stroking his blurry hair, Morissette desperately tried to contain his rough breath.

"Captain, what is it, now!?

"I don't know!

He's lucky enough to survive, answers Pavel's query with a blue face, trying to throw it away. Like himself, he ran his gaze at his men, hiding behind the walls and shrinking themselves, and counted their numbers. Six of them escaped safely.

(Jack, Holly, Greg, Nayham, the four of you are fucked!

I swallowed a groan that seemed to leak unexpectedly, under my faceless expression.

First, it hasn't been a few dozen seconds since Neyham, who was in charge of the watch, took the arrow. Almost half of my men received arrows just until I hid myself in the shadow of the wall. Besides, all of them are fatal injuries that cannot be inflicted by hand.

"Gu... ugh..."

Groaning from the other side of the wall. Are some still breathing? Morissette looked softly out of the shadow of the wall and gazed at what was going on around her.

Kavan, and.

As I hurried to pull my face in, a white feather arrow plundered Morissette's nose tip.

"Danger......"

Morissette, leaning back on her torso, buttocks as if she had lost her hips. Close. Relax and let Morissette wiggle her spine, the arrow stood upright against the tree by her side.

Buwun...... and similar to bee feathers, vibrating sound. An arrow pierced deeply and deeply by the raw tree is trembling at the shock of an awesome landing. If you take it alive, there's not a single one - it's been proven by my men. Half-baked shields and armor will eat you like paper.

"…… Morissette, this is the wrong person."

Lato shrugs in a low voice and pulls the dagger out of his hips sheath. Excellent, good quality short swords - but too unreliable compared to the power of the enemy's bow.

"A hell of a bow, right…………….."

"Oh. But..."

Morissette stares at the still trembling arrow as she nods at Rat's voice. The cold sweat finally conveyed the forehead. A hell of a bow. You're absolutely right. To the power of the monster, the precision of the divine sniper. I know that well, just because I'm a full bowman myself.

But above all, Morissette remembers the sense of crisis that

(I can't even feel the dust...!

Despite being such a powerful bow, despite being a blow filled with the willingness to kill that will surely take your life away.

I can't sense it. The attack. What this means - that the enemy is a user that far exceeds Morissette's skill.

Thanks to this, I can only see the general direction in which this arrow was shot from. From the sound of the bow and the time difference to the landing, I'm only certain that it's quite a distance away. But without taking that distance as a thing, the skill that will definitely come inside.

"Lato. Did you feel anything?"

"Ainya. How about Morissette?

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

"It's a terrible monster."

"Different. Who are you, a bandit?

Lato strives to maintain a prolonged voice in Morissette with a drawn smile,

"You see. I think they're alone."

The presumption of a less confident rat probably included some kind of passive desire to be so. But Morissette tells me that you're probably right.

(Damn, even if you attack us, it doesn't make any sense to steal......!?

Besides, it's a musty man's belt. If you are the owner of so many bow arms, you should be able to eat enough without having to bandit or something. Why did we bother to do something about ourselves?

It was Morissette who had thought so in a grumpy manner, but at that time, she stopped her eyes on the arrow that remained stuck in the tree. Not a single spot of dirt, white feather arrows.

(... wait, the first thing that killed Nayham was the black feather arrow)

Pull out your hips sword and gently protrude out of the shadow of the wall. The well-maintained blade reflected the surrounding view like a mirror. When you see the men who fell on the arrow of the raider, it is also the arrow of the white feathers that stands on its body.

(Black arrow feathers............)

Morissette's gaze, naturally, is drawn to her own arrow barrel.

A tightly packed, black-winged arrow bundle.

"…… No way."

I can't stand sweating on my forehead.

Just one black-winged arrow.

The people of the meadows are good at it, a bow.

The fact that you've raided this place tonight, to a high skill that outweighs Morrisset.

Those elements are intertwined and converge into one reasoning.

"That bastard............ ugh!

A young man dressed as a meadow folk.

As far as "he" is concerned, the reason for attacking Morrissettes is too much -

(You're back for revenge!

- Wrong person to attack.

With a face that crushed the bitter worm, Morissette looked up to heaven.

But I never had time to regret it. If you're alone, Morissette is the captain who keeps the lives of five of his men. Where I was hiding here, there are only two sides to the wall. Even children can think of things like detouring to the sides.

(Shield - I'll have to escape to the woods.)

The South Forest may be a great place to prevent arrows, but the trees are overgrown to step into the night. It would be easier for people to walk in wooden stretches from east to west. Then Morissette turned her mind to which way to flee, and the pleasant sounds echoed in the night sky again.

The liver was turned around or cooled, but no arrows would fly to us, and the lights of the bonfire would be blown away with the sound of Bohun. The fire weakened and the darkness came down.

(... blew up the fire with an arrow?

Though I think about why, I blink my eyes and try to adapt to the dark. And unexpectedly, 'he' thought the night's eye was working too, and Morissette read the enemy's thoughts to you.

"Pavel, dot your eyes. He's gonna set us up."

"Yes, sir."

To Morissette's words, Pavel explores his nostalgia in a hurry. What I took out was a small metal container. The lid was opened and a drop of white liquid dripped to his left eye. The moment the liquid touches its thin, cloudy eyes, Pavel leaks a bitter voice. Liquids are eye drops made by improving a certain amount of poison, and instead of not being able to discern the colour if you keep blinking, your eyes become effective at night like an owl. Everyone in the squad, including Morissette, was eyeing this in one eye.

"Hey, anyone have a smokeball?

"There are two."

"I have two, too."

"If it's just one..."

My men answered Morissette's query.

"All right. But he should be bypassing soon. If there's any suspicious noise at all, we'll run to the other side, sprinkling them in turn."

To exorcise hostility, try to roar, Morissette.

"Damn, thanks to you, it's a mess! That bastard, I'll definitely buzz him............"

He drops his eyes on a sphere about five centimetres in diameter, removed from his hip pouch, and Morissette vomits a depressing curse.

And, at that moment, the bushes of the east, seen from the Morissettes, make a flashy noise with gutter. The sound of a hoof mixed with it.

"Here he comes, I'll sprinkle it at first! You guys run!

Pull and throw the string that was on the sphere.

"You can't even eat this."

Smokeball (smoke). It was slammed to the ground, which spurted a lot of gray smoke. Then the men throw one at a time, and the area around the ruins is quickly engulfed in dark smoke.

Morissettes began to flee toward the west, handily throwing smokeballs to block sight.

One tempo late, Kay and Mikazuki pulling the tail of the smoke jump out of the smokescreen as they cough.

"Gee ho ho ho what the fuck is this!?

Waving away the smoke in front of his face, Kay in a hurry. At least this form of smokescreen didn't exist in the game. Fortunately, they don't contain any poisonous ingredients in the smoke.

Behind the tree, stare at the gray smoke that is still dark enough to stand in.

…………

The harsh look under the face cloth.

Earlier, Morissette made the correct assumption that 'Raiders are Kay', but she made only one big mistake.

Kay's aim is not revenge, let alone killing all the bandits.

Identifying the type of poison used by Morissettes.

And as soon as possible, prescribing the antidote to Eileen.

Those two things were everything Kay thought, and he couldn't afford to turn a blind eye to anything else. Instead, it can be said that I even felt in a hurry, a moment at a time and the current situation in which Eileen was weakening.

Looking around to make sure there were no enemies, Kay quickly went down from Mikazuki and looked around at the bandits rolling into the open space.

"……… Are you dead?"

As if it were some other HR, pounding and squeaking. Four people with arrow piercings in their bodies. Apart from the first watch I put in, the other three were not killed instantly. Just in case, I brought a bottle of potion for use, so I thought that if I was conscious, I might be able to use it to feed my life and ask about the poison.

"…… wasted time"

Darkening the colours of tension and impatience, he jumps on Mikazuki again. He followed the trail of the bandits into the tree as he pulled the arrow out of the arrow barrel and prepared to release it at any time.

(Never let him get away............!

The smokescreen was unexpected, but there is no obstacle to tracking. If you follow the smoke, you'll know the direction you escaped, and if you have Kay's eyesight, you'll find the bandits even in the dark woods. In the woods, cavalry advantages - although it is the mobility that is hard to harness, I still thought it would be okay. He chases me everywhere if he's going to run away and slaps me in the arrow without a leak.

Saving Irene was the supreme order, for Kay, the life and death of a bandit and other things that bothered her the heart. If you lend me the back, I don't care if I get any information, I don't care if I survive alone.

"…… There he is."

Quickly one, capture it in sight. A skinny man desperately fleeing as he looks back at this one from time to time and is about to get his feet taken by the roots of a tree. Pulling a string of bows neatly, Kay unhesitatingly targets his back with a darker emotion.

Pleasant sound.

A silver light emitted from a strong bow on his left hand rose and struck a bandit.

But when he heard the sound of the bow, he shrugged his body, hooking his leg to something as it was and falling into a grand tumble. A deadly blow rips a man's head off. A man who wakes up physically and starts running away more and more desperately. He's lucky, Kay said. But there is no next time, I can connect the arrows. In the back of my chest, it looks like my bad intentions boil down. That resembled a hunting exaltation.

- If you're strong enough to mention Kay's failure at this time.

That would have made me convinced that 'I am the hunting side' as I first laid down the four and was intoxicated by the momentum of the mortar.

However, bandits who escape unnecessarily are also inherently beasts that eat others.

Its nature is brutal. Be ruthless and cunning.

It is the hunt that cooperates and drives them in the flock - their mainstay, the pinnacle.

Somewhere in the wood, the sound of a finger whistle echoed.

What, sooner than you think, "Oops!" and the sound of the beast.

From the bushes at Mikazuki's feet, a large mass pops up, blacker than the darkness of night.

"Hound -!?"

A well-groomed black-haired wolf opened his mouth and ate it on Mikazuki's front leg. My fangs are torn with my eating nails, and Mikazuki suddenly stops screaming. On a rampaging horse, Kay squeezed her bow as she desperately balanced.

Silver light flashes.

Along with the sound of water, the arrow of white arrows shot through the wolf's torso. Houndwolf stitched to the ground and shivering himself as he vomited blood. A magnificent Mikazuki steps through its skull full of vengeance and crushes it with his hooves. Splashing red color.

But - that wasn't the end of the ambush. Kay looks up at the sound of something squeaking. Forward, about ten steps away. From the bushes, from behind the trees, the bandits appeared dressed in leather armor. There's one short-spearer, one swordsman, and two bowmen.

The skinny man Kay was chasing behind the bowmen (Morissette) also squeezes a bow in his hand.

Poisonous drip...

"- Do it!

I colored that face with a miserable grin, under the decree of Morissette.

Together with a sharp wind-cut sound, poisonous arrows were released simultaneously.