episode_0111

“Ahahahahaha! God? God?”

A burst of laughter bursts out.

God, God! Are you saying that?

If the gods were watching this, wouldn’t they be giving me a round of applause right now?

I’m working so hard on their behalf!

He shook his shoulders and laughed for a while.

I couldn’t hold back my laughter.

“Haaa… I laughed so hard. Seriously, you’re looking for God now. Do you think they’ll save you?”

It seemed like no one had the presence of mind to refute my question.

“There is no answer…I am asking, right? Do you really think that way?”

I approached the guy who was calling God and talked to him.

When I asked him a question, the trembling man foamed at the mouth and fainted.

“Are you sleeping? Well, it’s night. Of course.”

It didn’t really matter. You’ll wake up in a while anyway.

I continued talking to the man.

“Still, I think it’s a little too dark in here, even though it’s the middle of the night. Don’t you think? Isn’t it natural that even the gods can’t see you like this?”

The man who rolled his eyes still said nothing.

No rebuttal means you agree, right?

“Don’t worry. Because I have all the ways. Together, let’s shine a light so bright that we can see all the way to the sky. Are you going to help too?”

A burning wooden stick was held against the hem of the unconscious man’s clothes.

The fire spread to the cloth and the man’s body began to burn in an instant.

“Huh, huh! Hahaha! Fire! Fire! Ahhh!”

The man, who woke up again with burning pain, screamed and rolled on the floor.

He pressed down with a stick and meticulously painted his entire body with fire to prevent it from going out.

“Good. This should be fine. Don’t squirm too much. You have to endure it better than Yohan, right? You’re an adult.”

He gently lifted the man’s body with the top of his foot and kicked it away.

Don’t fly too high. Be careful not to fly too fast.

Because you don’t want the fire to go out due to the blood exploding or the wind blowing away.

The man’s body flew like a shooting star toward the western sky.

Soon, the man who fell on the roof in the distance began to share his warmth with those around him.

“Hmmmm. That’s a huge success. To be honest, I was a little skeptical about whether this was possible.”

As your physical abilities increase, all sorts of things become possible.

He nodded with admiration and carefully lit fires for the others as well.

“Keueeek! It’s hot! please!! Please turn it off!!”

“Muuul! Please ask for water!! It hurts! Gyaaa!!”

“Ogeeeek! Yes!!”

“Aaaaa!! sorry! sorry!! Please save me!Aaaa!!”

Accompanied by the fragrant smell of a whole roasted pig, a screaming quartet resonates.

Then, he carefully kicked the four fireballs, sending them flying all over the west.

Once I succeeded, I gained confidence.

The fireballs flew in a parabola and landed safely. One fell on the street and exploded, causing the fire to go out.

Still, wouldn’t four out of five be a pretty good hit rate?

As the buildings caught fire, the western side of the village began to slowly burn down.

One house, which seemed to have been a liquor storage room, burned to the ground as if it had exploded.

There may not be that many of them left, but… everyone will run east with this.

This is the basics of herding hunting.

Blocking one direction with fire. Whether by scattering incendiary bombs or having soldiers set the fire themselves.

When this happened, those who were hiding came out like cockroaches.

There was no fear that the fire would harm innocent children.

Because on the path I walked, only dead corpses and wriggling maggots remained.

Let’s all become friendly roasted bugs.

I approached the last remaining single leg.

The young man, who was sprawled out, was crying and urinating, as if he didn’t like the sight of five people burning alive.

“This…is a dream…! It’s just a dream…!”

dream?

“Well. You’ll know when it burns.”

If it’s a dream, I’ll wake up on my own.

I lit it and left it there.

That’s right, if I kick the pee-covered guy, it’s not going to hit me.

“Kwaaaa!! Hot!! It’s hot!!”

A desperate scream came from behind me.

It seems difficult to wake up from a dream.

I’m so sorry?

—-

A town full of sin is on fire.

Cracking sparks jump into the air, pillars turned into ashes fall, and houses collapse with a loud noise.

Tilting walls and roofs spread fire to neighboring buildings.

Shoot and cut off the legs of the fleeing guys, then go to their side and set them on fire ten more times.

The spreading flames burn everywhere and extend eastward.

Thanks to the flames that seemed to pierce the sky, the surrounding area was already as bright as day.

okay. At this level, it will be clearly visible to the gods in the sky. Watch carefully.

Since I took care of sending them up, they should take care of sending me down to hell, right?

I lit a cigarette while watching the burning village.

The screams of burning maggots echo faintly.

A chorus that is like a requiem for the victims.

The hot wind tickled my hair.

I inhaled the smoke leisurely, enjoying the warmth.

“After—”

White smoke is added to the air where ash and soot are flying.

A cigarette after a healthy workout always tasted special.

The vitality that was so exalted gradually subsides.

The instinct pulsing through my veins fell asleep, satisfied with my long-awaited feast.

There are about fifteen people left.

Milia would have figured that out on her own.

It’s full of people in panic, and there are four young kids without beards.

They didn’t even touch it because they thought it would explode like a water droplet if they hit it.

I was thinking of going to Milia after smoking one.

After that, I guess I can go towards the chapel.

It seems like it will end there too.

=======[Milia]=======

The eastern outskirts of town.

Milia parked her horse on a low hill, took out her bow, and waited with bated breath.

Perhaps because they slowed down and walked slowly near the village, no one seemed to have heard the sound of the horses’ hooves.

The village was dark and quiet. Not befitting a town of people who have committed such terrible things.

Of course, the men gathered in the house were chatting and spewing dirty obscenities, but it was difficult for Millia to hear their voices with her hearing ability.

In a way, it was fortunate. If I had even listened to it, I might have lost my composure from the beginning due to the terrible content.

‘They are kobolds. It’s a kobold…’

Milia repeatedly took deep, slow breaths, muttering to herself as if to persuade herself.

The white top that protruded forward continued to sway every time he exhaled.

Her repeated resolve seemed to have had an effect, as her mind gradually stabilized.

The cold sweat flowing down my cheeks stopped, and my trembling fingertips also calmed down.

‘are you okay. you can do it. me too…’

Milia steeled herself and looked down at the village.

There was nothing wrong with what Hashalir said. A knight had to do this, of course.

Subjugating vicious criminals was also one of the responsibilities of a knight.

For that purpose, it was a right of summary disposition.

And, Millia herself was already a knight.

It didn’t really feel like much, and he was still better at using a bow than a sword…but he was still a knight.

A person who defeats evil and saves people. Just like Damian back then.

So I had to fight. Like a knight.

Because I can’t hesitate forever.

After regaining her composure, Millia took out an arrow and placed it on the bow.

The beacon was burning.

Soon, a loud noise rang out, and dust rose up from the west side of the village.

The vibrations in the air spread all the way to where Milia was. It was probably Hashal’s doing.

‘Hashar…’

The princess of Kahar. Dane Slayer. Imperial nobility. Animal predator. A master-level knight. Slaughterer. friend.

Millia’s feelings for her were still complicated.

Friendship and liking as friends. Gratitude towards benefactors. Awe of strength…and a little jealousy.

And, the embarrassment I feel every time something foreign appears.

The vicious energy that comes out when one is irritated. Violence and cruelty erupt from time to time, as if a person has changed.

This was still an uncomfortable part for Millia.

Friede was the same in terms of violence, but even though the cruelty was the same, the essential parts were different.

Friede’s cruelty was based on rational reasons.

Since the main enemies you deal with are beastmen, use a saw to increase bleeding and wounds.

As a result, the opponent is torn apart horribly. That was it.

On the other hand, the cruelty shown by Hashal was filled with deep malice.

The evil intention is to bring terrible fear to the other person, to inflict excruciating pain, and to enjoy the sight of them screaming in a sarcastic way.

If he had done this to innocent people instead of evildoers, he would have become a public servant of the empire right away.

Nevertheless, for Millia, Hashal was a precious friend. now.

As Millia waited for the enemies to come out, she thought about the past.

——–

When I first saw it, I felt nothing but fear and caution.

I was afraid of the sharp blue eyes that shed a terrible energy.

After I recovered from my sparring injury and started talking, my thoughts changed a little.

Hashal, whom I actually spoke with, was quite a different person from the rumors.

Although she still looked full of life, the friendly manner in which she spoke was unimaginable considering her notoriety.

I was a little embarrassed. Like encountering a wolf eating leaves instead of meat.

The murderer, who was rumored to have slaughtered thousands of Danes, actually seemed like a slightly crooked young man.

A tone of voice that is harsh but mixed with subtle consideration. He always jokes and laughs like a boy.

He is so bad that he calmly smokes magic candles in the hallway of the classroom, but that doesn’t mean he bullies other students.

On the contrary, she often showed a surprisingly friendly side to people who did not show any ill feelings towards her.

In addition, he sometimes shows intelligence in his speech.

He was an unusual person who is difficult to describe in words.

I remember that Millia also felt a little curious when she saw Hashal like that.

I was shocked when I fought Knut and came back in complete disrepair.

Hashal, who was showing his weakness and showing off his strength, seemed like a completely different person than before.

Only then was I able to properly look at Hashal’s face for the first time.

Although she looked a couple of years older than Millia herself, she still had an exotic appearance with a youthful streak.

Her pale face was as beautiful as glasswork.

I once again realized that Hashal was also young, not yet 20 years old.

The helpless eyes were almost pitiful.

When he hesitates and asks if he is blaming himself, I feel sympathy for him that I don’t understand.

What kind of life did Hashal live?

Was this life of fighting to the point of complete disrepair the life she wanted from the beginning?

I thought maybe not. Because I still remember her habit of saying, ‘I can’t help it.’

It’s always been like that.

It may not be the life she wanted, and she may have had no choice but to live that way.

If the place of birth had not been Kahar’s land, wouldn’t Hashar have also lived an ordinary life?

Growing up being loved by your parents, becoming an adult and loving someone…such a peaceful life. Just like everyone else.

no. Perhaps, she might have become a female knight of the empire praised by everyone.

At least join Princess Leonor’s knights.

The moment I saw Hashal’s expression, like a child with many wounds, just blankly shedding tears, Millia also made a promise.

Let’s accept her.

Don’t worry about her appearance or the rumors, and just look at and believe in what she shows.

As a friend.

After that, Hashal became Millia’s closest friend after Damian.

Although they were embarrassed every time they made fun of Damian by talking about him, he was a trustworthy friend who always helped them.

In fact, rather than being a friend, I wondered if Millia would have felt this way if she had an older sister or older brother.

——–

Screams began to echo from the other side of the village. There was also a noise of confusion.

Millia stopped thinking and placed the arrow on the bowstring.