Vermillion

I don't even dream, it was a deep sleep.

Ha, and suddenly, Kay wakes up trying to wake up.

From the bottom of the water to the surface of the water, it feels like it was pulled up all at once. On a cramped sleeping table, what jumped into my eyes was a ceiling with wooden beams peeled out. Shaking off the remnants of her blurred drowsiness, Kay wakes up her torso.

It was a nice room.

From the open window, the light of the gentle sun plunges in. A dust-free, clean and well-kept space. However, crates (chests), bundles of dried insect herbs, folded furs, and other miscellaneous supplies packed narrowly give the impression of being in storage.

Somewhere - I recognize it, there was.

(That's in the room where Eileen was sleeping...)

But, Kronen, it should have been the village chief's second son's house. But there was only one bedroom in the small room, and, naturally, Kay occupied it by herself.

Eileen.

"……… Where did you go?!?

"Oops..." groaned Kay in a sharp pain that accidentally struck her left cheek, the arrow tip she tried to jump up screaming, stopping her movement and reaching for her face in such a way as she was afraid.

A rough feeling and painful pain. Apparently, the left cheek has something on it like a damp cloth, like a bandage, and it's stuck like a scab. So Kay remembered that last night, while engaged with a bandit, he left his cheek wound mutilated with a dagger intact.

(Did someone take care of it......)

On the fingertips I touched it, it smells like medicine that creaks in the back of my nose. Probably at the hands of the curser Anka, who is also a village pharmacist. In her mouth, Kay restated the pain by pressing her cheeks with her tongue, and from now on she seemed to have difficulty talking and eating things for a while, turning a little blue.

No, but I don't care about that, now.

Irene. Irene, where have you been?

Get out of the bunk, open the door and get out of the room.

but besides not so big, the structure is also a simple Kronen house. When I opened the door, it was the living room right there. The table placed in the middle of the room, a toddler girl with a spoon in her hand who opened her mouth "ahem" to eat exactly soup right now about her seat, and her eyes peeled.

…………

Kay stays dressed with the door open and the toddler girl stays in a position with the spoon almost in her mouth, each hardening.

She was an adorable girl. Is he three or four years old or something like that? The chestnut hair stretched out to the shoulder, and the face with the appearance of obscenity are scattered with scabbards, and both eyes with the color of torso are wide open with Kay nailing her gaze. It's like I've even encountered a bear in the woods. Consolidation.

"……… hey."

Giggling, Kay tries a dialogue with one hand up, trying to relieve the tension in the toddler girl for now.

But Kay was completely oblivious to her current outfit.

On a heavily armed basis, the equipment has been decorated with blood of all kinds, and among the inhabitants of this world, the head is overhead, muscular and large in stature, and the grin drawn because of the wounds on the cheeks only looks like a look of intimidation, which is a sufficiently vicious look to frighten the naughty young lady.

"Ca ~ ~ ~!

Putting aside a beat, desperate as she was, the adorable screaming toddler jumped out of her chair and said, "Mom! He ran out of the house, screaming. Keep the spoon in your right hand.

All that remains is Kay, who puts his hands down and a soup that stands hot on the table.

After a while, footsteps approaching from outside the house.

"You woke up, didn't you? Good morning."

It was a young woman with a silky face who walked into the house. Was it even washing the clothes? I lowered my head with a pepper as I wiped my wet hands forward.

I've seen it somewhere before, and Kay often thinks that this bluff-faced woman is the one who came to tell me that Eileen was dying when she was being welcomed at the village chief's house last night. Given the circumstances, is it Cronen's wife?

"Morning. Sorry, apparently I scared your daughter terribly"

I shrugged my shoulders like I was out of my way and I glanced at the door.

A toddler girl peering half the way through the door hides behind the door.

"No, my child is not very used to people outside the village... so you must be nervous. Jessica, come out."

"Do it!"

The voice of a young girl called Jessica returned from outside the door. Kay also laughs bitterly that this is what she hated.

"Oh, I'm Tina, Cronen's wife."

"I'm Kay, nice to meet you. By the way, I'd like to ask you a few questions, but I think my people were in trouble here last night. I wonder where she is now?

"If you're with me, go to the village chief's house."

Kay exhaled relieved at Tina's words, which replied hazy,

"Well, have you regained consciousness yet………."

"Oh, no, it looks like he's still asleep."

"What?"

Since I regained consciousness, I was invited to the village chief's house, but I interpreted it as something different. Then ask why you changed places with yourself,

"Well, yesterday my husbands tried to carry Kay who collapsed, but it was heavy and hard to move, and instead it was very light for those who took him, so it was easier to conclude that it was easier to stay with Kay and move him to the village chief's house..."

"As long as it was done, it was……… inconvenient."

want but big, muscular, fully armed, and triple tap, that would be heavy. From what I can see, some gear such as hands, shins, helmets, etc. seems to be removed, but the leather armor torso and the cladding underneath it alone weigh enough.

However, where did the removed equipment go, including the Dragon Scale Throughout (Dragon Stinger)?

"Ah, the weapons you keep should be taken care of by a village tannery artisan. Your father-in-law, the village chief ordered it."

Tina tells Kay, who reached around where the sheath of her hips was and let her gaze wander subtly, that she perceived the intent she was looking for.

"Right, thank you"

I don't even expect things to be stolen by things alone, but it's still reassuring when they're clearly informed.

(But... if this village was full of bad guys, wouldn't it have been weird if Eileen and I had been stripped of ourselves by the time I lost consciousness)

Pursuit of Village Gurumi.

There was no such terrible trap in the game, but its presence is often mentioned in medieval materials and so on. Considering that this village of Taaf was one of them, there is something quite horrible about it.

I recall that although I was glad because there happened to be so many good people, it would have been dangerous if I had taken a wrong step. After all, I was going to be calm last night, but was it something moving?

…………

Suddenly, Kay thought about it with a tough face, so Tina looked puzzled when she couldn't weigh her sincerity to see if something was going to break her mood.

But before that silence gets longer,

"Hey, you woke up"

It was Kronen, who held a pitchfork - a bear hand like farm tool with four or five teeth - on his shoulder, who called out from the doorway. Were you farming to see where you were sweating thinly on your forehead?

"Yeah, thanks to a good night's sleep, I'm feeling much better. annoyed."

"What, don't worry about it"

To Kay's apologies, Kronen smiles a little. Compared to last night, Kay leans his neck smaller and more friendly.

"No, when you woke up, my dad said I needed to talk to you. Coming?"

"Is this the village chief's house?

"Right."

As for Kay, who also wants to go see how Irene is doing, there is definitely no such thing.

"Yeah, let's go."

At that moment when he snorted heavily, Kay's stomach made a huge noise.

…………

I don't understand what happened, Kay, clonen that squeezes my eyes. Tina shouted "Phew," holding her mouth down as she trembled and turning her back on Kay.

"Are you hungry?

Soon, Jessica, who was clinging to her feet trying to hide in the shadow of Cronen, hears in a tongueless voice.

"Apparently, you do."

As if to Kay's response from another HR, the erupting Kronen and Tina laugh out loud. As for Kay, he was extremely serious about the phenomenon of "hunger and belly ringing" since childhood, but his serious attitude seems to make him laugh even more.

"Tina, did you still have the soup?

Kronen asked, biting off a laugh.

"Yes, I do."

"Lunch to this belly-pecked guest. I'll get my father."

After stroking my crocodile and Jessica's head, Kronen left the house with a scratch. Laughter like you pushed him to death from outside the house. Jessica, left behind, looks up at Kay with a creepy eye as she licks the spoon like candy.

"Well, take your seat. It's a common soup, but whether it suits your mouth or not"

Tina laughed at Kai as she turned the soup from the pot to the wooden vessel. Kay, embarrassed as she is now, takes her seat blushing "thank you".

"Stomach Pekopeko ~"

Jessica also started eating soup as she sat back opposite Kay and let her legs hang out under the table.

Kay also receives a wooden spoon from Tina and carries the served soup to her mouth. Yellow, thick liquid. The moment I mouthed it, the rough tongue and the rustic fragrance with a hint of sweetness spread. I don't seem to use seasonings other than salt, but the ingredients are good or the taste of the vegetables is alive.

"… delicious. This is?"

"It's pumpkin potage. Stay with the bread."

Saying so, a cage of hard-baked bread that will be placed on the table with things to do. Pretty tough but seems easy to eat when dipped in soup and fumbled.

Although it was a refreshing meal with vegetables and grain centers, Kay, aware of his fierce hunger as soon as he tasted it, forgets the pain in his cheeks and starts eating moribund.

While eating, I wondered that Jessica wouldn't reach for bread at all, but apparently for a young girlfriend, it's hard to eat hard bread, so instead she eats it like risotto with grain in the soup.

Tina, stirring her smile and pan, watched the two of them as she succeeded Kay, who from time to time empties the vessel with regret.

We're back.

From the Kronen house to the village chief's house, it's not that far away. But I guess Kay was measuring the time to settle down somewhat, plenty of time before Kronen came back.

"Lord Kay, you're awake."

Bennett comes inside, poking his wand. Behind it was also Danny with a loving laugh.

"Uncle!

Jessica, who was just finishing her meal, puts the spoon down and shouts "Yikes".

"Oh, Jessica, how are you today?"

Bennett has always had a favorable smile on his face, but all this time, he really breaks up with me without a shrug and says, "It's my grandfather -" and makes it rain a kiss on my granddaughter's forehead. Jessica, a couple of Cronen and Tina watching her grandfather and grandson like that with a gentle smile, while her beard tickles.

But it was striking to Kay that there was only one person in such a calm atmosphere, Danny, somewhere, with a dry grin like a snag.

"Well, Jessica or. I think I'm full. Come play with your friends."

"What about your uncle?

"I'll play with you later. But now I have to talk to this brother."

"Mm-hmm... ok"

Surprisingly discerning, Jessica jumps straight off the chair and runs out once more.

"…… a lovely grandson."

"Definitely."

Bennett nods heavily at Kay's words, um.

In the meantime, Tina, who cleaned up the dishes quickly, brews herbal tea for a number of people in pre-boiled water, "I'll wash the dishes," she said, taking her seat off the spot without a scratch.

Later, only the men remained. The air of serenity tightens naturally.

"Now, Lord Kay. How are you feeling?"

Bennett as he reached Kay's opposite seat. Danny lowered his back to the chair next to it, and Cronen pulled the chair next to Kay.

"Awesome. Now, thanks to the treat, my belly swelled, and it was very delicious. And it was Anka's grandmother who treated me for this wound."

As I recall, Kay, stroking the stinging and painful cheek wounds.

"That's right. That woman's special ointment will work. The boulder is no match for Lord Kay's potion."

"Well, I'll have to thank you later... And the village chief, he even arranged for me to take care of my weapons, his wife told me."

When Kay looked at Kronen next door, Bennett smiled.

"Because your brilliant weapon can hurt with your blood back. He ordered the village craftsmen to take care of him as he crossed the border. Nevertheless, it has become this discretionary -"

"No, even this one helped. Thanks."

"That would be a shame. We'll tell each other when we're in trouble... and I'll order you to repair that torso armor later."

Bennett goes on lovingly. Kay, who hung out with it and put on a loving laugh, murmured in her mind that there was nothing more terrifying than free.

"So, we need to talk."

"Oh, that's right."

To Kay's words, Bennett punches him in the hand. More than purposeful, planned harmonious words and actions.

"Talk about yesterday's bandit. I was tired last night to ask you more…………………"

"I'm sorry."

"Never mind. I was wondering if you could tell me what was going on."

"Of course."

Tell Bennett and the others what happened last night after they left the village. That he drove Mikazuki back to the scene and raided the bandits he was camping with. Instead of losing Mikazuki in that fight, destroying all the bandits, etc.

"Total annihilation..."

Bennett, as if to rebut Kay's words.

It's hard to believe when you're dealing with nearly ten enemies, winning battles, and then wiping them out. But it was obvious from the return blood Kay had bathed that he was killing at least a few people.

"As far as it goes. I see, … the location is near 'Rock Mountain', isn't it?

"Right."

"How are the bodies of the thieves?

"It left me alone. Some of them seemed worth a lot, but I couldn't afford to collect them."

When Kay said that, Bennett and Danny's eyes glistened. Unexpectedly, I'm about to laugh. I see the direction of this story.

"If so, we should still go and collect it."

"… That's right. Let me show you around."

"Phew, but Lord Kay must be tired of yesterday's battle, why don't you take a rest today?"

"Yes, if it's" Rock Mountain, "we know where it is, and we don't have to bother Lord Kay."

Bennett says, Danny gets on with it.

whereas Kay, who made a slightly shadowy and pathetic expression,

"I'm leaving my horse there. First, I want to offer my condolences in person."

"I see. If that's the case………"

I can't even tell you not to follow me any further.

"No, I'm sorry to bother you, Lord Kay, but may I ask you to show me around?"

"Of course, I don't have it. People in this village are doing a lot of good, and we need to do this."

Ha ha, and laughed frankly together, it became a carriage to disband once to prepare for the collection of supplies.

Kronen is gathering manpower. Kay heads to the tannery to repair his torso armor and retrieve the rest.

"… 'The people of this village are doing much better',? She'll tell me."

Bennett shrugged blurring at Danny next door as he turned back to his home. Taking that, Danny shrugged his shoulder small enough to

"Explorer, you may just want to mourn your horse, Father."

"Well."

Regardless of the raw meadow people who spend years with horses, it was that guy named Kay who felt frigid somewhere.

"Well, anyway, it won't be that sweet."

"Indeed."

Bennett laughs bitterly, wondering if he was a little too obsessed with the boulder. Unlike the stripping there, if you are a bandit group the size of the Ignaz Bandits, you should be using quality weapons there. I thought that if I misled even one or two of the Swords, the Inquirer wouldn't grate me.

"Well, you're going to be. Get what you can, Danny."

"I know. We're gonna use the carriage, Dad."

The two parents and children laughing at each other still looked alike because of their different statuses.

†††

Kay, who deposited his torso armor with the tannery artisan and instead received caged hands, shins, helmets, etc., was returning to the village chief's house.

During Kay's visit, the elderly tannery man who was staring at Dragon Scale Throughout (Dragon Stinger) as being in love asked him, "What is the skin membrane used for this bow?"

To be honest, Kay replied, "It's the skin membrane of the wings of a flying dragon." But even the artisans who laughed so hard nodded so many times, "That's not how I've ever seen it!" It was a lot of fun. Apparently, he thought it was a joke.

Conversely, as soon as Kay found out that Kay's set of leather armor was the leather of the Great Forest Lizard (Green Salamandel), it was ridiculous for Kay that the craftsman handled the leather armor with a surprising hand.

(If you want to surprise people, you have to be moderately realistic)

Too absurd is also an idea, Kay thinks.

Incidentally, a forest lizard (Green Salamandel) is a large reptile living in the back of a deep forest in any region, and is said to be the best monster to escape if encountered solo.

As its name suggests, a forest lizard (Green Salamandel) with a deep blue-green epidermis is more than ten meters long if it is also an adult.

Bear-shaped giant monster, the King of the Forest who binds to the Great Bear (Grandurus).

Notably, it would be its mobility. I have a blunt image from a silly big giant, but contrary to its appearance, I'm fast enough to run through the woods anyway. If a tree withstands, it is even possible to climb a tree, so it goes without saying its trampling properties. At least I can say he's someone I can't swing on Kay's feet.

Tough leather doesn't quite go through the attack and thick meat is also shock-resistant. Thick arms, sharp nails, long tails and sharp teeth on the gizzard are all threats, but above all powerful are their giants and their weight itself. Any player will not be immune to instant death if he or she eats his or her body. Besides, the poison is secreted from the gap in the teeth that prevents the blood from clotting, so if it bites at all, the bleeding won't stop. Due to the size of the jaw, the pattern is mostly one of eating a thousand torso cuts and dying instantly before the poison survives.

Anyway, unlike the Fei Long (Wyburn), which doesn't count if you go to a specific area, the Great Lizard of the Forest (Green Salamandel), which is worn by people and living areas, is probably more recognized as a real threat in this world. As a matter of fact, it is a monster with strength that is not an exaggeration when it comes to dragons crawling through the earth.

Once you start chasing prey, there's a pig rush, so hunting is not impossible per se, as long as you put up a trap that uses terrain. In the game, it was popular as a relatively easy to obtain defensive material for advanced users. but even though it is possible to hunt, accidental deaths can occur from time to time even at parties of carefully prepared players.

The game would be laughable, but now that it's a reality (real), it's a monster I don't even want to deal with Kay the rear guard.

"Lord Kay, are you back?"

There was still no Danny or Cronen in the village chief's house, only Bennett spreading his books on one table.

"Oh. In the meantime, I've left my torso armor with the craftsmen"

"As far as it goes. … that clasp is also stunning."

Seeing Kay standing up like a leather cage hand, a shin, and a clasp on his helmet, Bennett makes an impressive voice. At the tannery, I wiped the blood that was creeping against the cladding with a wet cloth, so the texture of the fine chain appeared even more prominent.

"I've been saving my life many times in this garden."

When I stroke it, I feel comfortable with the cold metal that makes the noise shiny.

"By the way, I'd like to see how Irene is doing until we all get together, okay?"

"Of course. Come here."

And Bennett, who stood in his seat, led him to the back room. Bookshelves containing books and scrolls of sorts. A stylishly decorated wooden box (chest) with a calm green carpet on the floor, and on a large sleeping table that is clearly more of a fine quality than that of the Cronen house.

Sleeping Princess was there.

Easily and repeatedly breathing quietly, it was as if he was really just asleep. My hair, which I normally put together in a ponytail, is loosened up and spread around my pillow like a golden thread. Someone must have changed my dirty black outfit, and now I was dressed in thin, clean white clothes. There is no colour of pain or anguish on the face that has regained its blood colour. In a room with a gentle sunlight in it, it was like a finished single painting.

"Irene."

Walk over to the pillow, kneel down and gently stroke its head. He seemed to wander slightly - I felt it, but maybe that was the illusion Kay's desire brought.

"You said something, something, like a rumor this morning."

Suddenly, right next door, a fine voice. If you look at it for a moment, there was a woman sitting quietly opposite the bed.

Beautiful woman.

Overall luxurious body lines. Her skin was so white that she didn't think she was just a rural villager, and her flax hair was glossy and cared for. Nasal muscles that passed all the way through. Gentle grinning lips. In the eyes that combined sobriety and colour, there was one thing, crying. I don't know if it's because of this, but despite this beauty, it has a thin, thin atmosphere of delight.

"It sounds like an exotic word and I didn't know what you were talking about..."

slightly, the woman who unfortunately went on to say,

"…… I am late. Danny's wife, Cynthia."

Seeing Kay, who could not speak, she showed her gratitude in a sobering manner.

"Ah, oh. A man named Kay. Greetings."

Cynthia laughed when Kay hurriedly returned the favor.

"No, I'm sorry. I had no idea."

"That's all you were worried about."

In a quiet room, Cynthia's gracious voice echoes.

"Right...... right. Again, I guess so. Will you take care of Eileen?"

"Since this morning, but it will"

"Is that so…… thank you."

To Kay's heartfelt gratitude, Cynthia still replied quietly, "No," just one word.

And, at that time, the palm and footsteps approaching from outside the room.

"Lord Kay! We're all set! Let's come!

Bang, it was Danny who opened the door and came in in in a good mood. Looking at Norinoli Danny shaking the luxury of his belly, Kay thought that this man wouldn't be painted no matter how he scratched his feet.

"No, you're with me - Lord Irene, you're still beautiful! Aren't you like a goddess......! Oh, Lord Kay, I know exactly how you feel about being stared at forever, but if you don't come by it's time for the sun to go down!

Danny gesturing and raising his voice about what's fun. Kay wondered how she would compliment the other woman before her own wife, but Cynthia only stroked Irene's hair with love and showed no particular reaction.

"Right, let's go"

Kay stands up as he fixes the position of the clasp.

Mr. Cynthia, Irene, please.

Yes, and Cynthia returns the courtesy.

Kay glanced at Eileen and muttered little "I'm coming," flipping her cape and leaving the room behind.

There are a total of eight people heading for the recovery operation.

There are four men from Kay, Cronen, Danny, Mandel, and the village vigilante. Kay rides Sasquatch, Danny and a few go to the scene in a carriage and the rest on foot.

When you remove the outline from the bracketed stick, you say, "Where are you going?" To Sasquatch, who had his eyes closed, Kay just said one thing, "I'll pick up Mikazuki."

Mikazuki, when she saw Sasuke shaking her tail happily after reacting to the word, Kay felt overwhelmed.

Through the woods, pushing through the meadows.

What a peaceful journey to the scene, hitting and changing from last night.

The weather is clear and the wind is mild. In the bright blue sky, a lamb cloud floats.

Speeding to the villagers on foot, slowly going down the meadow roadless path on a sasquatch that sounded like a hoof, I fell into the illusion as if I was even out on a picnic.

But as we approach the ruins of the scene, such peaceful illusions also gradually fade away.

First of all, what was perceived as an anomaly was gagging, gagging, and a squeaking ear.

Birds.

I wonder where they gathered so much from.

Such a large swarm of birds that you have to wonder.

The birds are pecking 'something' with the momentum to cover the earth.

And around that close to the distance it can see, the deathly odor mixed with the air obviously increases its presence. In the middle of a gentle sunny falling meadow, but locally, sight, smell and hearing inform the anomaly without refusal to play a dissonance.

Abandoned wooden ruins of the birds.

The word "bird burial," Kay associated.

"Yeah, I'm in the way. I'm in the way! Go away!"

Danny getting out of the carriage wields a stick and drives the bird away. A sudden intruder interrupted my meal and raised my resentment. The birds sprayed their wings and flew away noisily.

The vane of the blades is removed and the appearance of the body is exposed.

…………

Together, for a moment, we lost our words.

Four bandits rolling on empty land.

Sprinkled flesh, as if caught in an explosion.

Even in view of the dawn of the night and the devouring by the birds, the damage to their bodies was unusual.

He who is stitched to a rock with an arrow in his skull.

He whose neck is as if it had been torn from the middle.

He who is shot through the heart from rib to rib and whose chest is falling asleep.

As far as those whose torso is unusually bent and their organs are punched out of their mouths, they have no idea what people can do to people and how this can happen.

I can't feel it.

From the face where the eyeballs were scratched, the skin and flesh were stripped off, and the birds devoured them unharmed, it is not very much, but it is not possible to deduce the expression of the terminal stage.

But without exception, from the lips that have been opened to their limits, we are likely to still hear the cries of the extinct demons of the dead -

Well, someone vomited.

To the mortals who stopped the movement, a few birds who came back just lucky enough to do this began to follow the body again.

A large black crow pecks his eaten and torn belly. I stuck my head in the wound and dragged my colon out as it shifted.

And it drips without force, even if you lose your blood, it still gets red and wet.

A black eye of a crow chewing on a mess stared at Kay on the horse.

――――

Kay withstands puking.

The intense death odor and the sight of blood and meat coloured with red and black. This alone already, physiologically, causes enough nausea.

Not to mention if it's by your own hands. That fact gently adds a hand to Kay's neck.

On horseback, Kay blued his face, looking up at the sky quietly.

I have no regrets. Guilt, probably not either. At the time I hung the first one in my hand, I threw all that stuff away.

I am a victim in the first place. There's a legitimate right to kill, and there's a reason. I sincerely think that these bandits are dead and normal, and I also think that there are no sayings who can blame themselves for killing them.

Though I think.

Still, something that simply disgusts me.

Oh, and a young villager who couldn't stand it punches his stomach juice in the meadow as he pokes his knee. So that I could follow it, and the other villagers held my mouth, and some of them still couldn't stand it, threw up.

What didn't throw up was Danny, who looked pale, Kronen, who looked similarly ill, and Mandel, who looked as usual under these circumstances.

"Kay,"

Mandel quietly, looks at Kay.

"From now on, you should kill a little more elegantly. … it's easier to clean up."

And without waiting for Kay's reply, he approached the relatively less damaged body nearby and began fishing for the artifacts without hesitation.

…………

Kronen shut up and followed it, and Danny said, "Hey, why don't you guys hang on!" He shouted up and scolded the other villagers.

"……… Ah."

Kay, who answered in a low voice, quietly stepped out of the sasquatch and approached the body in its most tragic condition, where no one tried to get their hands on it. There are various words and ways of thinking, such as sin and responsibility, but at least the facts themselves will follow in these ways -.

Saw the birds watching over this one, sarcastically hoisting the edge of their mouth, even though it was easy on the backward blood odor. It is often said that it does not cloud the bird trail that stands.

The Kays then smeared their hands black and recovered leather armor, swords and other martial arts, rings and other ornaments, as well as copper coins and silver coins. Dig a small hole at the edge of the vacant land and bury all four together.

Kay, more importantly, the villagers were exhausted and already sloppy, but unfortunately this was not the end of the story. Lead Kay in the guide, now push west.

I arrived at the second scene. This body was still in a bad condition compared to that in the vacant lot. Kay slowly walks over to 'it', pulling Sasquatch's reins as the cursors and villagers get to work.

- That sounds terrible. Only one night went by, but there was no brilliant furrows, succeeding muscles, or those shadows to see.

Using the arrow wound on his torso as a starting point, he has been eaten and torn apart. The irony is that you were hit by the remaining poison or that birds and small animals are dying around it.

If you get closer, you can see countless bugs crawling out of the rotten soil flocking to the meat in your body as you twitch. The only salvation is not so much facial damage thanks to forehead count.

"Sorry."

Kay shrugged as she stroked her nostrils, which had gotten completely cold.

"Sorry, Mikazuki. Yesterday, … thanks for your help"

Without Mikazuki's help last night, Kay might have been the one who was exposed to the wreckage. Once again, my apologies and thanks are solicited.

Buru,.

Sasquatch, who snorted beside Kay, leaned his neck and laid on a wreck lying on his nose tip.

Closed his eyes and often offered a silent prayer, Kay gently slapped Pomp, and Sasquatch's neck, before rising "Well,".

I want to take care of Mikazuki, but I have to strip him from the bandits. You can't just mourn the death of your beloved horse and leave it to others later.

But when I turned my eyes in a quiet mood, the corpse that made my head bounce like a pomegranate entered my sight and my nausea snapped back as I remembered.

"... ugh"

Eat and bind your teeth. Even if it's mean, I thought it was puking. After finishing her breath for a while, Kay dared to walk over to that grotesque corpse and start stripping away the artifacts.

"Okay, don't miss anything that might be worth it! And treat leather carefully, don't scratch any more! Make sure your neck and hands are secure, if you have decorations, you can sell them high -"

As always, only instructions listen to the masterful Danny and proceed with the work mechanically. Peel off your shin, remove your hands, remove your torso armor, fish your nose, put together your collected items and transport them to a wagon waiting outside the woods.

In time, I stopped feeling anything when my clothes and hands were stained with blood. I paralyze my sense of smell, my touch, even my emotions, so that I don't think about anything, I just move my hands.

If you notice, the wagon is loaded with bloody protective equipment and weapons.

- What about the body?

I just got cleared up, and without anyone else, I shrugged.

"It's a forest, you can keep it that way.... nobody comes in here like this"

He looks a little tired, says Mandel. Everyone who was sick of cleaning up agrees without a word or two. It's a bandit's corpse anyway, and no one's gonna be sad when they expose it to the open air.

Ultimately, in addition to leather protective equipment, long swords, alloy short spears, and ornaments such as rings and necklaces, Kay and the others, who also won wallets packed with silver coins, turned back to the village bloodstained.

- Bandits, leave the bodies of four (...) people (...) in the woods.