Vermillion

That day, slowly, but steadily, the caravan proceeded to prepare for the night camp before the day began to tilt.

Along the street, in a small wooden building.

Try to surround the springing springs of beautiful water and form a circle in the carriage of the caravan. In the gap between the carriage and the carriage, a pile was struck into the ground, a wooden plank was erected and used as a large shield for impromptu seating. The fragile wheel is wrapped with a thick cloth over and over again to allow it to absorb the impact, and the pile is also cluttered into the outside of the circle to point the other side. Extremely, he stretched the rope just above the height of his leg, and then even installed the songko.

Thorough horse thief protection. It's like a small fortress.

Wooden branches kill the power of arrows coming down from overhead, and piles, ropes, wooden trees, and the carriage itself thwart cavalry assaults.

The funny thing is that only in one part of the circle are holes deliberately drilled.

The outside of that 'hole' is not even dared to install ropes, so that the cavalry of the caravan can be quickly struck out during the chase. The temperament of the people of the snowfields often appeared, not forgetting the offensive posture even when consolidating the protection.

And after taking those defenses, it was executed in a ringtone...

"Hey, hey, it's gradually my turn. Good evening, young lady. '

"Good evening, Mr. Vasily. Then watch carefully."

By the fire in the middle of the circle, set up an "alarm (alarm)" while being watched by Vasily possessed by a raven.

[Kerstin, mi dedicas al vi tiun katalizilo -]

Around Eileen, who dedicates her catalyst, the faces of the caravan gathered in an intriguing manner.

"Why the hell?

"The magic of letting the enemy know when they're close."

"Heh. If it's true, it's convenient."

"I heard I curse and kill enemies."

A circle of wild horses gradually approached the alarm as they exchanged speculative mixed whispers. Irene thought that if she was badly beaten and destroyed,

"... you'll be cursed if you touch the breadth. Be careful. '

Simultaneously with that word, the tentacles of the shadow burst out of the alarm. The waves of people are pulling away.

"Nfu."

Vasily watched right next to me, shaking her wings and chewing her laugh to death. Vasily, a surgery specialist and a curse specialist from the beginning, knows that what Eileen is saying is bullshit.

"Ho, is that true, Lord Vasily?

"Um, I don't deny it"

However, I also understood Eileen's thought that if the alarm was broken, I would be in trouble, so I wouldn't say anything extra.

Then Vasily, who saw the activation of the magic safely and confirmed that its contents were correctly an enemy vigilance technique, went back to unlocking possession.

The sun has fallen abundantly while we were working together, and the merchants have begun to prepare for the evening. Since the overall number of people is large, it is fundamental to split into groups of several people and eat their own meals.

As Eileen was speaking during the day, the Kays decided to visit the carriage of merchants in the Principality. Since it's a corner, Kay invites Piotr, whom he sees on the way, and takes him with him.

"Evening -"

"Oh, there you are, lady!

Compared to what's around, it's small, but beside a well-built carriage. It was a man in his early thirties who greeted the Kays while stirring the pot that set them on fire.

My impression is that my face is square. Because of the short cut up brown hair and the corning, it looks even worse. The man who admitted Kay's appearance gave him his hand with a smile that people loved as he twitched his black eyes.

"Ooh, this is! Of the winner of the martial arts tournament, I wonder if Lord Kaich would mind!

"Oh, yeah. It's not Kaichi, it's Kaichi... but everyone calls me Kaichi."

Holding that hand back, Kay.

"Hmm? I don't know the difference in pronunciation a bit better... but okay. I'm called" Randall, "and as you can see, I'm a businessman. Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you"

Very prestigious pedestrian. Kay sent an interesting glance at the front carriage, wondering what kind of product it was supposed to be, whether it was a business (...) people (...) and others (...) and (...) ku (...).

Randall, on the other hand, is paying attention to Piotr.

'... er... good evening?

"Oh, you speak the language of the snowfield."

'Just a little bit, I learned. For business.'

"That's nice."

Piotr grinned casually, offering Randall his hand.

"…… I, too, speak the official language. Just a little."

"Yeah, that would help."

You had something to feel for each other, the two of you smiling and shaking hands.

"Come on, I made soup. Eat it, please!

Randall sits back in the little chair he pulled out of the carriage and surrounds the pan with four of us.

"Thank God. I brought dried bread and honey."

"I brought dried fruit!

"……… I didn't have anything in particular."

"Kay's a lady. Why don't you put it together and count?

Ask them to pour the soup into the vessel they brought over. It smells so fragrant and good. When I gently stirred it with a spoonful of wood, I found that it had grated sausage and chopped vegetables and contained a wide variety of dried herbs. If it is included in the mouth, the saltiness and intense meat flavour will stain the tired body. Kay roared unexpectedly.

"Uhm…… delicious"

"Good for you."

Late summer, the night of the northern earth cools down. In addition to a set of leather armor, the skin is cold even if it is woven with a leather coat. Warm soup was appreciated.

"This is delicious. I don't think it tastes like camping."

Piotr also looks very satisfied. Irene is focused on eating silently.

"With a carriage, I knew I could bring a lot of ingredients. You can't make such a delicious soup on a horse's journey."

"I guess!

To the smudged Kay comment, yeah, and Randall with his arms around him.

"Delicious rice is the pleasure of life. I don't want to scorn you even on your journey. However, if the carriage goes crazy, all the luggage is par! That scares me too!

"… indeed. Speaking of which, what kind of merchant is Randall?

When Kay asks, Randall turns his smile into something mild as it gets.

"It's mainly medicines. And then they're trading perfumes."

Staring at the pot that made noise with the cotto, he replied as it flowed, singing. There are surprisingly many tension discrepancies. Kay blinked her eyes.

"Perfume or medicine, that is -"

Unexpectedly, he hurries to realize that it is a silence. There was an image of selling more cluttered items, such as fur and dried meat, but if you think about it carefully, you are coming all the way out of the Principality, there is no way you are dealing with 'normal' items.

"Perfume?"

"Pharmaceutical."

Both Eileen and Piotr show interest.

"Oh, there are only a few items that you can sell for a good price if you don't get stubborn."

Concon, and as he slapped the wheel of his own carriage, Randall laughed nicely.

"Medicines help. Duchy drugs work very well"

There is some admirable light in Piotr's eyes looking up at the carriage. But Piotr, who lowered his gaze and looked to Randall,

"Is Randall alone?

"…… Hmm? What do you mean?

"No. Ordinary merchants...... what to say. I often have people to help me. But Randall looks alone."

To Piotr's point, Kay and Eileen also nodded, "Sure." Merchants of the surrounding age mostly bring young apprentices, or sometimes accompany their families as help. But even though Randall is a merchant with a carriage, he is alone.

"Ahhh......... well, I don't"

Randall, who often let his eyes swim, smiled badly at Kuhihi.

"You're a toko that you can't afford to take an apprentice!

"Is that so? But there's going to be plenty of room, and the carriage is good to use."

"Well, you're right, miss. I don't like carriages. Purchasing and maintaining the carriage will cost you money... If I take the apprentices and help them, I'll have to take care of them, and I'm loaded with them right now."

"Hmm, you know what?"

"If you're alone, all the money is mine! Good luck with one of these bodies! Holy shit."

Hmm, and Randall appealing to the force.

"So, do you sell drugs in Beryansk?

While eating soup, Piotr is at my pace.

"Oh, wow. That's what I'm gonna do."

"If it's possible, I want you to sell it in the east. There's a shortage of drugs on the border."

Randall turns a blind eye to Piotr, who stops eating, quietly, and stares straight at him.

"I've heard about the border. But I already have a delivery address."

"Is that so………"

Piotr, who nodded only slightly unfortunately, began to soak the dried bread in the soup and fumble.

"... No, what happens after I sell drugs and stuff? Something else to buy?

Instead, now Eileen starts asking questions.

"Well, I will. With the ship, moving the wagon empty-handed is stupid after all."

"Was there a specialty or something on the northern earth? What are you gonna buy?

"I'm going to ask the merchant about Zukazuka, lady! Well, I dare you."

"Are you sure you want to use your weapons?

Kay, who had listened in silence to Eileen and Randall's conversation, accidentally pinches her mouth as well.

"Lately in Satina, we seem to be having trouble selling weapons and protective equipment..."

It's a worrying tone. Reminds me of the current situation in the city of Satina, where there are no more special needs due to the battle and many craftsmen are flashing.

"Oh. From the Principality, right. It's just that the northern earth's weapons are of good quality anyway! Even more radiant metal than silver - called" true silver (Vera Argento) "- is built with weapons that are much more robust than steel first-class. And you can sell it for a high price. Here it is!

In an explanation of Randall's fever, Kay instantly remembered a young man. It was like a storm blowing blue winds at Kay and Irene, young warriors of that snowfield people.

If you look at Eileen, she remembers at the same time, she's smiling bitterly.

"Hmm, what's up, both of you?

"No, remember the warriors of one of the people of the snowfield. He was also using that silver weapon, which was incredibly sturdy."

Even the "Grandurus" shot the arrow to death, so much so that it couldn't penetrate it by knocking it directly in the front. I didn't even know Kay had the name "Vera Argento."

"" True silver "weapons are very rare. Can you get it?

Interesting Piotr. Randall winked with a laugh like a prankster.

"Well, let's just say there are athes!

"Wow. That's amazing."

I boast that Randall has no heart either, to Piotr, who snorts many times in a way that impresses me.

(You want me too......)

Kay is the type of person who is somewhat devoid of appetite, but still "true silver" martial arts were very attractive. In fact, you can't see Kay's Dragon Scale Throughout (Dragon Stinger) blow, etc. Chest or helmet. One place is fine, so where I want it to protect the steeple.

"Hey, I need to talk to you..."

Kay tried to say, at that moment, that if you get that weapon, you can sell it because you have a budget.

A scream echoes in the camp.

That's the fine woman. Kay unexpectedly reached for the "dragon scale through" beside him, but notices something's wrong before he gets up.

Those around them - especially the merchants and escorts of the people of the snowfield - laughed slightly. Everyone's eyes were pointed opposite Kay's place, opposite the circle.

Following that gaze, - one woman.

In this chilly weather, he was only wearing clothes like a borough cloth, his hands and feet held down by some men, and, no, he shook his head and resisted desperately.

Her hair is black. And the face is engraved with intricate pattern tattoos.

- The people of the meadows.

"Why, the woman is nasty!

"Oh, I bought one just in case."

A middle-aged merchant with a good width replied in a good mood to a chilling voice. Then he shifted his gaze to the woman of the people of the meadow, who was still resisting, and looked down, and waved the whip of his hand down unconstitutionally.

Bassin, the fierce sound of bassi, screaming like ripping silk again.

"Why don't you grow up?" I'll kill you!!

To the curse of a man who grabbed his hair abusively, the frightened woman shrunk her body and stopped moving.

That just didn't end there.

Rather, it was the beginning.

One of the men who was holding her hand was forced to strip away her clothes like that borough cloth. Brown nudity is exposed to the lights of the incineration.

A woman who tries to resist by twisting her body, naturally, but there is a whip slammed even more, and a noise that is more sharp than that of Bishy earlier.

No longer even screamed, but to her grown up, the men around her swarmed.

"Hey! When you're done, let me use it later."

"I don't mind, but I'll take the money."

How much?

"Mmm, something like Little Silver 1."

"Expensive! It would be superior in copper 5"

"You idiot, you're too cheap for a boulder."

Oh, no, and the mercenaries around them start making noise again.

…………

Kay had no idea what they were talking about, but he knew exactly what was going on.

In contrast, Irene, who understood all their words, was pale in the face. In front of me, a cold tremor, just like a nightmare, runs over the "it" routine, which is so normal.

Randall was turning away. Just a sharp light in your eyes, no expression anywhere.

And Piotr, not looking at all, drew in the remainder of the soup, and sighed small.

"…… Normally, a caravan of this size has a whore"

With the wooden vessel at his feet, Piotr speaks in a vehement manner.

"But these days, because of horse thieves, whores don't follow the caravan. So..."

Untouched eyes.

"- I bought a slave. That's what they do."

Silence.

Just the voices of the men coming from the other side, and one, a cry like a push to kill.

…………

Kay doesn't move, and he can't move.

Because I could easily imagine that my position in the caravan would be even more jeopardized if I did something that would shelter me or if I acted badly in sympathy.

Still, chest shit is bad.

It was beyond imaginable, but understanding, that the unilateralism of love had been so aberrant. I have a bloody sensation from my face. But my heart doesn't move like it's frozen.

Looking next door, Eileen was trembling with her own body, whether it was an unconscious act. The face is pale to the point of pity.

And Kay realizes.

The surrounding men, who have not participated in the feast of shared pleasure, have a terribly sticky gaze at Eileen.

The circle of caravans who were as dependable as a fortress, turned, now felt like Ant Hell.

"…… the soup will cool off."

As if trying to break the silence, a whining Randall pours more soup into the vessel and begins to eat silently. Kay imitated it, and a spoonful of the nearly cold soup, carried it to his mouth.

…………

As always, the flavour was intense and the flavour of the meat was felt.

Kay chewed and swallowed up the irresistible lack of water, along with the soup utensils.

†††

In the end, the men's acts to spit on didn't quite show signs of an end, but the Kays decided to fall asleep in preparation for tomorrow.

Set up a tent by Randall's carriage. Rather, it was also the furthest from the scene of the atrocities in this limited area of the circle.

There is only one thing that seems good about joining this caravan.

That means neither Kay nor Irene need to keep an eye on the night. Eileen as a consideration for alert witchcraft. To make sure Kay doesn't get in the way of his scouting assignment the next day.

By the way, like Kay, Piotr seems to be exempt from the night shift.

The Kays dived into the tent without conversation either, but at the same time as they fell asleep, they were still aware of each other's existence. I had to.

Over the tent cloth, from the outside, I hear faint voices of men and things like creaking groans. Because the woman's mouth was stuffed with the opinion that it shriveled when she cried. "Fortunately" is not in the mood to say.

"……… Kay."

In the dark, Eileen grabbed my hand softly.

Thus, even at the distance of her contact with her shoulders, the lust did not know the shards. One way or another, there is the closest thing to the expression "nauseating".

Kay also shook Irene's hand. We didn't say anything to each other, but at least we were able to share the same feelings.

Kay secretly sighs, feeling similar to some kind of giving up. I can't sleep well at this rate.

I hope it doesn't sound like tomorrow's scourge, but Kay closed her lid quietly.

- But that shallow sleep worked in a good direction only on this day.

It's midnight. Suddenly, a crystal clear metal noise called keenness sounds. Both Kay and Irene, who were asleep, jumped up with their eyes wide open.

The alarm went off.

Eileen grabbed the pillow sabel and Kay jumped out of the tent by grabbing the "dragon scale through" and arrow barrel with the string removed.

"What happened!

'Wow, I don't know! This is suddenly.........!

Eileen asks the man in charge of the watch, but he just wandered by the "alarm". They're not seeing anything out of the ordinary - at least, not yet.

I heard about the disturbance, and the merchants kept waking up. Unfortunately, Kay rushes to string "through the dragon scale". And at the end of it, almost simultaneously, a shadow reached out of the "alarm" and pointed west.

Run west.

"Hey, what's wrong?

Apparently Randall woke up to the noise - he doesn't seem to make me feel sleepy at all for being knocked up - and he's about to ask. Without answering it, Kay jumped onto the carriage of his carriage, disguised, and gazed beyond the darkness.

Under a slight moonlight, across the tree, a short grass is shaking in the wind.

- No, that's not all.

Kay's pupils expand.

Darkness to be seen through.

Yes, that's a gaze.

Kay found it. Long ahead, lurking in the shadows of the grass, a pair of eyes peering this way.

Pull the arrow through the arrow barrel, connect it, and release it.

Pleasant sound.

White feathers crumble and tear the darkness of the night.

At the same time as the sharp sound rang, an arrow stood on the shoulder of 'it', which aroused itself reflexively. All over the wind, faintly a "gang" chirp.

"Wolf...!

Randall, next to Kay, who makes his face look rough, was also coming up to the carrier, whistling in a purr at the screams he heard from across the darkness.

"You're amazing, you were inside!

"No, I lost my temper.... Sasquatch!

When Kay blows his finger whistle, Sasquatch, who was waiting near the carriage, rushes to his tot. Jumping on his back, Kay tried to get out of the circle to set up a chase, but...

"Wait! Where are you going!

The captain of the caravan, Ganrif, stuck in front of him with a harsh expression.

"Pursuit. I lost my temper."

"I don't even know how many enemies there are. We should defend ourselves until the situation is clear, stay."

"No, from what I've seen, there were no enemies, just..."

"I'm telling you to stay!

Even as Kay tried to explain the situation, a gang riff shaking plenty of belly meat blocked the word with a grumpy face.

"Don't get me wrong. Lord Vasily said oh, but I don't trust you in the first place.... I didn't forget the possibility that you were part of the Horse Thief."

Hmm, and snort and gain riff.

"Horns on the rabbit, the situation is unclear. You must not move without darkness."

"However -"

"Are you going to make me say it again and again? …… now you want to get that far and go outside?

Ganriff narrows his eyes. Kay the boulder also closed his mouth to too arbitrary an interpretation, but here again he tried to open his mouth that he should explain the circumstances - he stopped.

Surrounding the neighborhood, I saw the face of the caravan.

Everyone, silently, had their suspicious eyes on Kay. Some of them have their hands on a sword pattern.

The atmosphere is too bad to defend in this situation. And as time went on, Kay felt his certainty about what he had "seen" shake off Sasquatch with a small sigh of sigh.

"…… When it gets bright, put some on and let me go check the scene"

"Well, then I'll allow it."

Gainriff, who nodded to Eagle Deep, waved with one word or two of his voice at the faces around him. The men scatter on all sides. Did you say "get back on guard"?

Kay walks back to Eileen, pulling Sasquatch's reins, and still feels a stinging speculative glance on her back.

"……… that is…"

With an anxious face, Kay looks west.

An earlier wolf.

Again, the more I think about it, the more odd it is.

Didn't Piotr say that? The wolves of the northern earth, when they act in a relatively small and herd with silver hairs. But there was only one "that" earlier.

Besides, the color of the hair that blends into the darkness is black. Unlimited color close to night.

And that physique - if there was no madness in Kay's eyes, no doubt, was equal to, or more than, a large adult.

Kay only knows one kind of thing, like a black hair and a giant wolf.

"- Houndwolf."

Pompous.

Kay's grunt, flushed by the cold night breeze, disappeared as it was.