episode_0115

A saw dripping with blood cuts the enemies to pieces.

Men with their arms torn off and their thighs torn are screaming and rolling around.

“Ahhhh!”

The unlucky man whose face got caught in the saw blade screamed while clutching his half-disappeared face.

Friede threw a chain ax full of power at a man who had reached the entrance to the basement.

The ax, which was fired like a flash of lightning, stuck in the man’s back.

A man with his spine shattered falls forward.

A chain that follows the axe and spreads out.

As Friede grabbed the chain, her body was jerked towards the axe.

Friede jumped and landed at the entrance to the basement in an instant.

The men running toward the entrance stopped in surprise.

“Where are you going?”

Friede sneered coldly, trampled on the man who was crawling on the floor, and pulled out the ax from his back.

Bone fragments and bundles of nerves soaked in blood were stuck to the ax blade.

“There is an article here too!!”

“Damn it…!”

The men who were hesitant glanced behind them.

There was nowhere to escape.

A great sword swinging like a whirlpool was approaching, harvesting people’s legs.

They gritted their teeth and raised their weapons.

He seemed to think that Friede, who was just a slim woman on the outside, would be easier to deal with than the knight who cut a man into pieces with a great sword and instantly killed Eric.

The experience of only trampling on women who could not resist may have given rise to such stereotypes.

“Aaaah!”

A shout that was like a forced scream. The trembling swords were aimed at Friede.

Friede, holding a saw and an axe, smiled coldly and welcomed the trash.

—-

The disintegrated limbs fly like flying stones.

Silver hair flutters as if dancing.

The hem of his black coat fluttered after him.

A saw with raised teeth cuts through flesh like a piece of paper, digging into bones and breaking them apart.

The ax coming down crushes my shoulder.

Every time Friede’s arm swung, the men’s limbs said goodbye to their torsos.

The men’s weapons could not even graze the hem of her clothes.

Friede easily dodged the swinging spear sword and cut the men into pieces.

Damian on the other side was also still moving forward, creating a red vortex.

Damien didn’t even dodge the men’s weapons.

If you swing a great sword at them, they will all be shattered to pieces.

A harrowing scream fills the chapel.

A dagger thrown becomes lodged in the spine of a man who breaks the window and tries to escape.

The man, whose legs were loose, became incontinent and collapsed.

A middle-aged man trembling in a corner is grabbed by the collar and dragged out.

Screaming like a pig.

Friede’s saw blade sank its teeth towards the middle-aged man’s leg.

He screamed like a pig being castrated.

A reckless young man who tried to block a great sword with a shield falls limply against the wall along with a piece of shattered wood.

Friede’s boot tramples and crushes the arm of the old man who was trying to escape by crawling.

My arm, which was as dry as an old tree, was completely crushed.

Three kicks in succession. The old man could no longer crawl.

There was no one who could resist.

Dark red paint gushes like a fountain, repainting the walls of an old chapel.

The full dust was washed away.

Goddess Ceres will also be happy.

A celebration held at one’s own chapel for the first time in decades.

It must have been a long time since we received so many tributes.

A few minutes later.

Inside the red chapel, filled with nothing but screams and groans.

There were only two people standing.

The men whose names were still attached wriggled with tears and blood streaming down their faces.

Friede swept up her blood-soaked hair.

A thick lump of blood poured out.

“It must be hard to wash it off.”

That was Friede’s only impression.

Because it was a slaughter that was insignificant to her.

“There was a well in the village, so you could wash in it.”

“Well, I wonder if there will be any water left in the well.”

Friede muttered skeptically.

Since the entire village was burning down, it was no wonder that the well dried up.

“I hope it stays. Then shall we go down?”

Damian swung his great sword and shook off the blood.

The congealed blood and fat were scattered over the men’s bodies.

The ink-colored sword body without a single tooth appeared again.

Damian looked down at his greatsword with satisfied eyes.

The performance of the new weapon was excellent. So much so that he admires it.

“I should go down and take a look, right?”

Friede thought for a moment.

‘Is it right to take Damian down…?’

It was a natural concern for Friede. He had a rough idea of what the basement would look like.

It wouldn’t be good for Damian’s emotions, and I couldn’t imagine how the women below would react to him.

‘No, it would be right for me to go down alone.’

After making his decision, Friede turned to Damian. I was just about to think of something to do in moderation.

Damian blinked his eyes calmly as if wondering what was going on.

“Damian, you watch over these guys from here. I’ll go down and bring the women up.”

“Surveillance…?”

Damian looked around the chapel floor as if he was a little suspicious.

A sight that seems to require nursing, let alone surveillance.

If you can escape outside in that condition, you should admire your tenacity.

Friede nodded and threw the bottle containing the healing agent to Damien.

“Yes, surveillance. Keep this to the point where you don’t die. Then, when Hashal and Millia come, we wait together.”

Friede’s intentions were resolute.

Since there was no particular reason to object, Damian eventually nodded.

Friede headed to the basement.

—-

The air in the basement was thick and damp. As always.

It would have been dark if it weren’t for the light from the candles along the wall.

Friede went down the stairs, took out a handkerchief and covered her nose and mouth.

Because I already guessed the identity of this rotten fishy smell, I didn’t even want to smell it.

As I reached the end of the stairs, the view of the basement came into view.

A typical underground space dug out of the ground and enclosed with whitewashed bricks, with pillars placed in between.

On the left and right of the long central hallway, three wooden doors with bolts lined up.

The free space at the end of the hallway seemed to be used as a lounge.

The wooden table was full of liquor bottles, and the surrounding chairs were scattered on the floor.

Friede took a step into the hallway.

If you listen carefully, you can hear women’s voices.

Cries of despair, voices gnashing their teeth and spitting out curses, and drugged moans.

Even muttering, which is not even human language.

Friede sighed and walked towards the door.

‘I said there were three rooms.’

Training room, kennel, playroom.

The simple naming clearly revealed its shallow purpose.

The largest room is probably the aviary.

Friede opened the first door.

A smell so strong that I could feel it even though I was covering my nose and mouth.

“Hee Iik!”

One of the trapped people is startled and screams.

It was surprising. A blood-soaked woman burst open the door and walked in.

Friede glanced around the room and immediately figured out its purpose.

‘It’s an education room.’

A space divided by a bar that runs across the entire room.

Outside the bars were full of all kinds of perverted torture tools.

It clearly shows traces of having been used just a little while ago.

Eight women were locked in a prison cell behind bars.

My wrists were chained and pinned to the wall.

The ages were all different. There are four young women and two who look over 30.

There are two children around Millia’s age.

The exposed skin was full of disgusting marks and wounds.

There were scars left on my wrists and ankles where the tendons had been cut.

It may not have been something those scum did knowingly, but it was an effective action.

Wounds that had already healed for a long time were difficult to recover even with treatment from a priest.

The three children and the woman seemed to have already lost their minds and did not react and only let out faint moans.

Another woman was drunk and laughing.

In other words, only the two of them had any sanity left.

A skinny woman with deep-set eyelids and cheeks that looks fierce, and a mature woman with a face that resembles that of a child.

Friede gritted his teeth. It was always an unpleasant sight to see.

“Uh…? article? Are you a driver…?!”

There was desperate anticipation in the eyes of the woman who saw Friede.

“…Okay. I came to save you.”

It may have been too late for them, but Friede had nothing else to say.

“Aaaaa…”

The woman smiled and sobbed as if relieved by the help that finally came.

“……Come now?”

The skinny woman actually laughed.

Some people might be angry, saying it’s a red flag, but Friede wasn’t particularly angry.

Because it was a common reaction.

If you save about ten people, two or three of them are bound to react like this.

Rescue is always one step too late.

They aren’t reacting like that because they aren’t grateful for saving us.

It’s just that what I went through was such a miserable experience.

So much so that it leaves an indelible mark on my psyche.

Since she is a woman who appears to be an adventurer, she probably knows her well.

Even if he was saved, he would never be able to walk properly or lift anything for the rest of his life.

In the end, it was just a complaint of pain in both mind and body.

Friede was not a mean person to the point of getting angry at a patient who was screaming in pain.

“Yes, even now. What can I do, it happened like that.”

“……”

Friede answered casually, raised the ax and struck the lock of the iron cage.

Sparks flew out, and the lock broke into two pieces.

Friede entered the prison and cut off the women’s handcuffs with an axe.

It was stronger than a lock.

When the chains holding their arms broke, the staggering women fell to their feet.

‘As expected, it would be too much to stand up.’

Friede sighed inwardly.

The adventurer woman looked at her ankle for a while, then lowered her head and gritted her teeth.

“Those bastards…! Those bastards…!”

The falling teardrops wet the floor of the prison.

“If you can’t get up, just wait here. I’ll bring people to help me a little later. I have to go to the next room as well.”

Friede, who was looking down at her, also glanced at the others.

The women, distraught, were lying helpless on the floor.

They are just breathing, but they are miserable, almost like corpses.

Even Friede wasn’t sure if they would come to their senses.

A woman who crawled over to her child cried endlessly while hugging her unresponsive daughter.

Friede looked at that situation sadly for a while, then headed to another room.

—-

The second room was called the aviary.

A large space that appears to be twice the size of the previous room.

A foul odor lingered on the straw-covered floor.