episode_0144
by fnovelpiaBenz and Hueso, tracking the blood, stopped.
“If you get closer, you will notice. Just a few more minutes of walking. If something feels strange, scream. I’ll go help you right away.”
Shouting in front of an ogre sounds like a meaningless thing to do.
“Exactly how much?”
“About 300 steps.”
I have to think about my situation and say things that make sense.
It’s probably difficult to move forward.
As if there was a lot of oxygen around, the smell of small fires made me frown.
“Yes. In that case, I will run away right away.”
But you’re saying I’m going, right?
Shirr is also standing next to Amy, probably because he heard my story and followed me.
The eyes looking at me are not that bright.
“Do I have to go?”
“I have to go.”
“You… are anxious.”
“Not really?”
I put down the weapon that wouldn’t hit me and walked towards the front. The basics of negotiation are to place the table in the center, sit on a chair on the other side, and look at the other person.
Just taking a weapon can give the impression of coercion. Tracking was easy.
I learned something from Jules, but the blood is so thick on the floor that even the culprit can be identified.
‘It’s a huge amount of blood loss.’
He is big.
If calculated based on humans, the blood volume alone is 1 ton or more.
The floor was lined up.
The places where the crossbow is embedded are the thighs and sides.
As far as I know, there are organs in the side area, but no important blood vessels.
Even considering its size, this amount of bleeding is impossible. It seems like a bolt stuck in my thigh pierced a blood vessel.
He started walking with his head on the ground, following the blood trail. Walk, walk, walk.
‘100 steps.’
Excessive bleeding is dangerous.
In particular, when an artery ruptures, blood bursts out as if it is in rhythm every time the heart beats.
Assuming that 10mL of blood flows each time the heart beats, 700mL of blood is shed assuming that the heart beats 70 times per minute.
‘Then you will die in 3 minutes.’
Of course, there are variables that cause blood pressure to drop.
If 300L of blood is lost, the ogre dies.
It was an unbelievable amount, but the blood that had now been sprinkled messily seemed quite possible.
By now, he would have reached the level of fainting due to barometric hypotension when standing upright.
Excessive bleeding is something I have experienced painfully in Root Village, so I am keenly aware of its dangers.
‘200 steps.’
If you hurt your arm, you can lower your blood pressure by lifting it, but if your thigh is injured, you will have to stand on your head.
If blood vessel suturing is not possible in the first place, artery rupture can be said to be a predicted death.
It is not uncommon for people to die after being hit with a bow or sword in the thigh.
We have seen this many times, and there are many examples on Earth as well.
It is located below the heart and has a lot of muscles, so it receives a lot of blood pressure.
It also means that this ogre is destined to die anyway.
If I don’t help. Ogre himself would probably know better that this was a life-threatening negotiation.
‘300 steps.’
Mmmm!!
It’s a surprise!
When I looked towards the place where the sound came from, I saw several cows staring at me blankly.
I looked away and followed the blood trail. The blood trail was suddenly cut off from the tree root.
I looked over the tree, but it was just a bare, dead tree.
······Is it perhaps underground?
I sat down and put my ear to the basement, but I couldn’t hear any sound.
But there is nowhere to go.
But, it’s not a bad thing that I try.
“Are you inside?”
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Even if there was, there was no way they would answer.
“The wound on my thigh appears to have torn an artery. If left untreated, I will die. The bleeding is too severe.”
I sat down with my back against the tree.
It would be tempting if you were inside.
“I can treat you. Because I am the best doctor in the South. Still, if the patient doesn’t consent, treatment can’t be done, right?”
-Your people are like devils.
Good thing I took a stab at it.
It was under this tree, in the ground.
“Am I also a slave in that village? It’s okay if you don’t show your face, so let’s just talk. If you feel like receiving treatment, come out.”
There is no answer.
In that case, I guess I’ll just have to talk to myself until I get an answer.
“I learned that augers are people who eat anything raw and destroy other people’s houses for fun. Augers are a disaster. Ogres are man-eaters. Ogres are ferocious…”
I want to hear it from this person’s mouth.
“No one knows you are growing oxygen. Except me. That’s right, it doesn’t suit me too much, does it? Still───.”
─It was a necessary action.
good. I started to speak.
” I was going to say that too. It’s not like there’s a lot of food for people as big as you to live together. Have you ever thought about painting Oxan’s body with pigment and claiming it as Ogre’s property?”
─We don’t know how to make pigments. Almost anything explodes just by grabbing it. We cannot ask for cooperation because the language is different.
That’s normal.
Although humans are weaker than other animals, this is why we can put our strength into handicrafts. Julius also pointed out the strength and weakness of his strength and gave Shir a great deal of muscle training.
“I guess being strong isn’t always a good thing.”
An auger roars in the dirt.
─What did you come up here to do?
“I told you at the beginning. Treating you. There are many other things I want to ask.”
“I heard from Dragonia that Horus would accept the ogre. Why don’t you go to Horus?”
─The Ogre of Horus sails on a ship using the light of the sun coral as its coordinates, and catches huge fish from the dark ocean.
Sun coral. It is a huge coral that illuminates the deep sea, dark ocean, off the coast of Horus.
That’s probably a totem, too.
─Why do ogres who live on the ground and in the mountains have to avoid you and make a living by fishing? We are not mermaids.
The feeling comes.
This type of thing is quite troublesome.
“Why? Isn’t it because you guys didn’t communicate?”
─Did you accept the communication? You guys are flocking around like ants just by looking at them.
People with a victim mentality.
“From what I heard, I heard that there was a demi-human who died to Ogre even before Hosott settled here. I killed him.”
“You have to explain to the other person why you are angry, whether by dancing or pointing to a dead cow.”
─There was no way to explain that.
“So you killed him?”
─It’s because you are accepting us aggressively.
“You said you killed him first? How would you feel if the fruit you picked and ate was cut by another demi-human and you suffered the same thing as now without knowing why?”
The Ogre closed his mouth.
Usually, when there is no clear solution, most people tend to stay away from things that could be problematic.
But this ogre never leaves this mountain.
If you just go north along the river, you will be less likely to encounter Ain. There is no medium-sized village like the ogre’s nest.
It is only a small village, and even if the damage caused by the livestock industry is considered, it will not be as severe as it is now. In other words, that ogre is hiding something.
“Tell me honestly. Why do you stay here?”
─Why should I say that to you?
“Because I am the only one who can help you. Aren’t your legs bleeding a lot? No one can treat it except me.”
-He’s probably waiting outside to kill me with that strange weapon. I’d rather die here.
Ah, I guess you can doubt it this way.
In the first place, I even doubt whether this Ogre harbored hatred towards Hosott.
“If it were me, I think I would jump out and kill at least one guy and then die.”
If you harbored hatred, it is right for you to die like that.
Otherwise, you’re either a coward who wants to survive even for a second.
I tried throwing it out, but there was no answer.
“Good. I can’t help you. From what I see, you can’t last more than a day. After all, the arrow got stuck in your veins, so you’re bleeding profusely, and when the sun goes down, Hosott will come looking for you.”
─I see.
The size is unobtrusive, so there is no sound.
Of course, I haven’t given up yet.
I need to get an answer one way or another.
“Hosot is so angry that only two cockatrices that ate up your oxygen died.”
“How many oxygens have died? Isn’t it a shame? I will convey your last words without filtering. Please say something.”
─Tell Pluto that he will cut off his head.
“No! Not like that. All you have to do is run over and take a picture right away. You’re telling me?”
Why do I just resent it?
I just can’t understand it.
Doesn’t he look like a child?
It’s difficult to continue talking.
How long has it been like that?
─Ogres are strong. Therefore, tolerance must be shown.
Fortunately, he opened his mouth first.
I am grateful that he opened the door, but at the same time, he is spewing out words that I do not understand.
What kind of nonsense are you talking about?
-That’s what my father used to say.
“Father?”
─He was the leader of the ogres. He was stronger than anyone else and wiser than anyone else. He also started livestock farming at his father’s recommendation.
“That’s amazing.”
The ideal is right, but it is wrong.
All ideals must compromise with circumstances and reality, unless they can perform miracles like Dragonia.
─It was amazing. You were always looking into the distance. I couldn’t even see it… When I reached the place my father was looking at, I could only understand what he had done when I looked back at his footprints.
However, he killed someone.
It all went wrong from there. If you just throw a fastball, you won’t be able to talk anymore.
It is probably more likely that one of the members killed Ajin.
“Then, was it another member who killed Ain?”
─He was a nerd brought in by his father. I always liked simple things and had an impatient personality. He said he was an ogre, but even to my five-year-old self, he was just a nerd.
After all, no matter what world, region, or group there are assholes.
“Didn’t you say anything bitter?”
─The words were spoken, but no punishment was given.
Of course.
It is not a country governed by law, and something that cannot be understood is not a person but an animal. All human hands bend inward. If there is a person whose hands are bent outward, who would look favorably on a person whose hands are bent outwards?
How can we understand that the hand is bent outward before seeing it as a good thing in the first place?
‘If you do something like that, everyone will run away.’
What if that person is the leader of the group?
This is the discomfort of someone sitting on someone’s head.
If you spread your intentions broadly, you may receive dissatisfaction from your members.
Because spreading one’s will can in other ways become self-righteousness. It means that they finally accepted that idiot. It must have been so messed up.
─Everyone died there. First, from that trash… Next was Lady Lagua, who loved petting cows. The woman’s husband…
“Are they all dead?”
─No. Because my brother and I were short, we were able to escape through the exit at the back of the cave, but not the rest.
-We didn’t know anything. I vaguely thought my father would kick you out, but the hateful white wolf slaughtered my entire family.
It’s Jules.
—We climbed up to the ceiling of the cave and looked at it. How you cut off the heads of my family and neighbors, skinned them, and built tents!
─The only bond left for our brothers was oxygen. If I left oxygen behind, it was only a matter of time before I died.
I thought they were ranchers, but that wasn’t the case.
Oxygen was both a pet and a family member. I guess I won’t be able to find any information about the ranching industry.
─I brought Sanso up the mountain and raised him with affection. I didn’t even feel like eating, and I didn’t eat.
─But even so, I couldn’t leave with the cow. Not only because I couldn’t think of leaving for another place, but because I had to bury my neighbor who was left with nothing but skin and bones that you abandoned.
“Anchi, how did you do well?”
─Everyone is sleeping down here. My brother and I were buried.
It is said that the fleshless bones and skin of family members and neighbors are buried under the roots of this tree. I think I understand why you said you wanted to die in there.
Even if you die, there is no one to bury you. I didn’t understand why they were just blaming me, but now I understand.
It is possible to experience something bad and become angry. But how long can the anger last?
Emotions are also a resource.
If you use too much, you feel empty and exhausted.
That’s probably why I can say things so quietly.
-Every day, I waited for you to throw away your father’s ashes. So, too much time has passed. This has become my home.
─The number of oxygen has increased, but you have begun to hunt my family. My younger brother hated you like that.
“Yes. I would do the same.”
─In the meantime, Dragonia came. They told us to move to Horus’ neutral autonomous region. I wanted to clean up my father’s ashes, but my younger brother was tired of the endless wait.
“Did you accept it?”
─No, they said they couldn’t take oxygen with me, and it was questionable whether I would be able to adapt there. There was no will to get better.
That’s your problem.
If you had something stuck in your head, it was right for you to leave, at least for your younger brother.
“What about your younger brother?”
-My brother, angry at my final refusal, tried to forcefully bring my father’s ashes from the top of your village. Let’s take it and leave. In the end, he was killed by the white wolf.
The younger brother went on a rampage and killed Shir’s father, so Zul killed the ogre.
····This is why you should not wash blood with blood.
Even though it seems like there is no connection in the world, everything is connected.
Judging something carelessly is arrogance.
I feel that again.
─After asking about my younger brother, I realized there was nothing left for me. From then on, it started a riot. I wanted to spite you as much as you did to me.
─In the meantime, I saw that you had let loose chickens on the mountain. I knew right away that this was the guy you guys were raising. So I killed him.
It was a year ago that Tinchi and the female were released to roam the mountains. Why was there a need for such a long time lag?
“Why did you think about killing him only after a long year had passed?”
─Because I was worried. And because I was tired. The chicken was not guilty, but neither was the oxygen. But the chicken ate my cow. It was my little revenge.
Petty revenge?
Are you saying that tearing off Tinch’s fingers and breaking his feet was a petty act of revenge? Breaking the female’s neck?
···no. It shouldn’t be like this.
If the hand of the judge is bent inward, by whom will the guilty be judged justly?
“What about the remaining oxygen? They said they were your family.”
─I can’t take care of you forever. If you’ve taken care of a few cars for over 20 years, it’s time to take care of it.
There is sadness mixed in his voice as he ponders his final moments.
“I will tell Hosott what we have said so far. When you die, at least I’ll ask you to be buried here. Even the bones of my parents.”
─Thank you.
Time brings oblivion.
This ogre must have forgotten about his anger over his parents’ death. From the beginning, the purpose of life was decided at the age of five, to collect bones and raise cows?
It is said that it was a life without anything to the point that such shallow things became the goal. It’s not that he’s been living a bad life. From the beginning, this person probably had only his younger brother and a cow left.
I didn’t realize it until I lost it.
Not only is that person tortured to prolong one’s life, but it is also not good for me. It’s pitiful, but you shouldn’t save it.
Nevertheless, I feel pity for the shallow and empty life.
In the end, I came down the mountain, leaving behind the ogre who didn’t show his face until the end.
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