episode_0107

The room on the other side had a butcher shop set up.

The two people that Millia dealt with looked relatively calm, with only a few more vent holes.

Yes, the day has come when I finally have to use that rapier.

On the other hand, the other three were experiencing a cesarean section performed by a quack in real time.

The silver-haired girl who was wiping away the splattered blood looked quite satisfied with the procedure. Although the patients seemed very dissatisfied.

Since the surgery was performed with a saw instead of a scalpel, it was natural that he would be dissatisfied.

The lower abdomen opened wide like a frog’s mouth, spilling intestines instead of saliva, making a mess on the floor.

The internal organs of three people were spread out in a sea of blood, entangled with each other, making it impossible to tell who owned them.

The small intestine that had been pulled out of the stomach was hanging on the edge of the bed. Like a Christmas rope decoration

“Oooooh…”

“Ahhhh…! It hurts…! Save me…!”

As if they had not yet died, the three corpses swam across the wooden floor, moaning.

Rolling over their own spilled blood and internal organs.

Like a baby with an umbilical cord swimming in amniotic fluid.

“Uh…Mom…!”

In the meantime, who is this guy looking for my mother?

If your mother in the underworld found out about the things you did, wouldn’t she take the initiative and try to break your head?

There are six men who entered the room, but only five are rolling around.

Where did the other one go?

He managed to escape from the room while the other five were slaughtered. I was lucky.

Then, when he came out into the hallway and made eye contact, he screamed and fainted. Bad luck.

Now, he had tied his limbs roughly to prevent him from escaping and left him in the care of Damian.

I plan on questioning this and that a little later.

It’s “. Look at the room. ”

“What, it’s a little late. Did you catch the guy who ran away?”

Friede turned to me and asked back calmly.

So much so that you wouldn’t think she was the woman who was sawing people just a moment ago.

Why do the imperialists call me a barbarian?

I’m just a little strong, but I think the real barbarian is here.

“If the guy was running away, I took him outside. How can you miss these guys?”

“Stop because he was the one in the back. They seemed to be polite among themselves, as they approached in age order. It’s not even funny.”

The fingertips of a man struggling on the floor touched Friede’s ankle.

It looked like he was desperately trying to grab it, as if it were a lifeline. The hands were covered in blood, fat, and bodily fluids.

Friede’s eyes twisted in disgust.

“Where can you get your hands dirty!”

The nervously swung saw scratched the man’s face vertically.

“That’s right…”

The man let out a strange groan, pouring out all sorts of things through his split face, and lowered his head as if apologizing.

I was amazed at the sight and whistled.

“There is no such thing as barbarism. Wouldn’t you like to become a Ka’har too? I think I will receive a very warm welcome.”

“In my opinion, there is no difference between Kahar and these guys?”

Friede, who kicked the corpse, snorted.

—-

While Friede was organizing her luggage, Millia was just staring blankly at the rapier in her hand.

I approached Milia, being careful not to step on her intestines, and examined her complexion.

Blood clinging to green hair drips to the floor.

His face was as pale as a patient’s. My body was trembling slightly.

Are you tired of the cruelty in front of you? Or maybe an old memory came to mind.

Based on my experience, it’s probably the latter.

When a person is sick of a cruel scene, they usually lie down and retching, but it is rare for them to tremble like this.

“Milia, are you okay?”

“Huh? Uh…ah, Hashal. are you okay. Well, thank you for your concern.”

Contrary to what he says, just by looking at his eyes, he doesn’t seem to be in good condition. Well, that’s what trauma is all about.

You can force it and suppress it, or you can overcome it with a stronger spirit.

Or you may never be able to escape.

What should I do with Milia?

I tilted my head slightly and thought about it for a moment.

Anyway, we’ll have to fight again a little later, so I wonder if we can include her in our full force.

Soldiers who suffered trauma would die helplessly when sent back to the battlefield, or they would go half crazy and turn their guns upside down.

However, if you keep trying to rest, you end up putting off the problem until later.

If you’re going to keep fighting in this world anyway, you’re going to come across people like this often.

It’s difficult because it ends up like this every time.

Come to think of it, you didn’t react like this when fighting kobolds, right? They also attack women the same way.

Does the fact that the other person is a person stimulates trauma?

So, would it be okay to induce people not to regard the other person as a person at all…?

He placed a hand on Milia’s shoulder as if comforting her.

“Milia, these people are not people, they are the same as kobolds. Monsters who attack, kill and commit innocent people.”

“Aha. Kahar?”

Friede must have been listening to what I said, with a hint of sarcasm.

It was just a joke, not meant with any malice, but I hope you can understand the mood and say something.

We’re having a serious conversation right now.

Well, if I had that sense, I wouldn’t have been alone with that appearance.

He didn’t know when to joke and how to control the level of jokes, which was a typical problem of friendless guys.

I still don’t know if it’s because I don’t have any friends or if it’s because I don’t have any friends.

“No, it’s a delicate matter, so don’t get involved and just clean yourself. Do you know that you smell like feces because of your torn intestines?”

“What? Oh, no, that can’t be possible?”

Friede, embarrassed, lifted her arm and sniffed.

Even so, it won’t stink. It’s a lie.

It seems like he avoided the spilled intestines and their contents on his own.

“Anyway, Millia, just think of your opponent as a monster. Don’t think about anything else, just accept that you’ve eliminated one more evil monster from this world. You said you wanted to become a knight, right?”

“Yes, okay…”

He didn’t seem very convinced, but this was all the advice I could give anyway.

Because I’m not a psychological counselor or anything.

For now, I’ll just have to use archery in this battle.

Unlike with a sword, there is less resistance to killing someone from a distance.

“Hey, do I really smell like that? No matter how much I try, I don’t know…?”

Wrists, inner elbows, armpits and even the inside of the collar. Friede, who was sniffing around here and there, asked a question with a slightly red face.

“It was a lie, so stop sniffing around and pack your bags. Let’s go to the next room.”

“What is it? It was a lie after all. Then yes.”

Friede turned her head as if relieved.

—-

I left the two men who were struggling to see if they were still breathing, packed up my belongings, and headed to an empty room.

Even the fact that there were only two rooms left was a lie from the beginning.

One room seemed to have been used as a workroom, with all kinds of furniture and work tools lined up around the large bed.

You worked very hard to make the baby. The smell was really fishy.

Fortunately, the other rooms didn’t have a strong smell.

Should we call it an employee waiting room, or a rapist waiting room?

There were several chairs and a table in the middle of the room.

The table was full of ashtrays, cigarettes, and alcohol.

A young man with his arms and legs tied was handed to Damien and dragged into the waiting room.

Because it was a fun question and answer session.

“Damian You wait in front of the inn door, and if anyone tries to attack you, you must first guard the carriage. Milia…watches the village from the window over there, and if she sees anyone coming here, she will immediately let her know.”

“Yes, okay. I will work hard.”

Milia nodded, took her bow and quiver of arrows, and headed to the room where I was resting.

“What are you and Friede senior going to do?”

“Things sixteen-year-olds shouldn’t do.”

I sent the two people out and closed the door.

In fact, Friede and I have already shown ourselves turning people into pieces of meat in front of them, so it would be a novelty to say something like this now.

Still, from the perspective of just brutally killing someone and outright torturing someone, the feeling is a bit different.

After taking the cigarettes left on the table, he pushed the rest to the floor and placed the tied young man on the table.

Should I wake you up soon?

He lit the cigarette, took a drag, placed it on the young man’s forehead, and burned it.

“Ugh…hot, hot…!”

“Aren’t you sobered?”

He looked down at the young man, who was groaning and slowly waking up, and gently rubbed the cigarette on his forehead.

“Ugh, my forehead is hot…huh?”

The young man’s eyes widened as he made eye contact with me.

“Hwaaa! Monster! Monster!! Why the monster?!!”

The young man was shaking his head like crazy and screaming for the inn to leave.

With foam at the mouth and wetness between the legs.

…What on earth do I look like in the eyes of these bastards?

This was almost absurd.

Friede, who was watching from the side, burst into laughter.

“Hey, hey. I am not a monster. Come to your senses. Because I have a lot to ask.”

In hopes of coming to his senses, I broke a bottle of alcohol and poured it on his face.

The thrilled young man shed tears and coughed.

“Kek, keheuk!! Please save me!! I’ll tell you anything, so please don’t catch me…!”

What kind of guts did these idiots have to commit such heinous crimes?

Have you been doing this every day since you were young, so it has become a routine thing and you don’t feel any emotion?

“If you answer honestly when asked, they won’t catch you. Do you understand?”

“Yes! yes!! Ask anything…!”

The young man nodded furiously.

If his arms and legs hadn’t been tied, he seemed like he would have cried out for help.

Why are you so scared? It’s like I’m the bad guy. You are the trash.

“First of all, what is your name?”

“Yo, this is Yohan…!”

…The name is needlessly grandiose.