The seemingly long-planned raid was soon over, and as Loria approached the blood-soaked camp, she could no longer interfere, and the unwitting guards were all killed in a short period of time...... Although the crimes committed by robbers who collude inside and outside are resentful, what does it matter to her?

Loria stepped back, feeling that she should have a sense of justice, but the situation before her told her that it would be better to go farther - a large group of armed bandits and a large number of ...... Well, it looked like the Blackstone Orcs were the ones with a lot more than that, and she saw other orcs or humans approaching the camp one after another.

has reached the point where it can't be shaken...... If she stays any longer, I'm afraid that even she herself will be in danger...... Miss Loria had long felt that she should be more sincere, for example, at this time, she should let go of the false moral shackles and turn away.

……

Hettie was pulled by the collar and thrown to the ground like a rag.

The robber, who seemed unusually happy to see the disabled girl struggling but unable to get up from the ground, was soon kicked to the ground by his leader.

"Fool! Be careful not to hurt her!

The bandit leader with a loyal and honest face grinned, "Those brutes have already killed their original target, and they can't hurt her anymore!"

Judging by the fact that he calls the orcs 'brutes', it is clear that these people are not as close to the orcs as Loria thinks...... Rather, it's just a partnership, disguised as a regular escort group to accept business, and then gang up with the wandering orcs to commit crimes, and finally set up the scene to look like an orc attack...... As long as these robbers disband their team and create a new one, they can escape the law and continue to commit crimes.

In order to get rid of suspicion as much as possible, they will also recruit some new members. So that the team looks different, and these innocent people are destined to be killed in their sleep from the beginning.

Anyway, after the war, all countries were busy rebuilding. And the orcs who have not been imprisoned in the shelter are everywhere, and the army is busy chasing down the remnants of the large orc tribe. No one will seriously doubt them, and no one will bother with the death of a thrasher, at most they will sigh insincerely for the hapless employers, and then they will be gone.

In the war, people were dying every day, or in pieces, and the days when a single homicide could cause a storm in the city in peacetime were gone, and the people after the war seemed to have become more numb.

Also numb was Huttie Aberdeen, who was dragged from the ground again. Then she was put in a makeshift cage, and on the way she saw the corpse of her stupid, conceited, and hypocritical brother, and she felt that she should be glad that he had been loved by everyone since he had been a blessed son of the Holy Light...... As for Hettie herself, her father's cold and disgusted gaze and her mother's hateful insults made her jealous of her brother and hated him deeply...... But now she didn't feel happy, and on the contrary, she didn't feel pain, and she stared blankly at the barbs on the wooden cage. Since the death of her parents, she feels that everything will get better, but is this the fate that her cursed self deserves?

It was the first time she had traveled far from home. But since then he has become the bait of wild beasts.

If people really have a heart...... Hetty thought that her heart must be swollen at the moment, except for the uncomfortable swelling, there was no strange feeling, she even felt that her body must have been swollen, but when she looked down, it was no different from an ordinary girl, and the withered and deformed right arm did not become beautiful or more ugly.

For the next few days, she was taken deeper into the forest. She couldn't make out her way, and she didn't want to know where she was in the depths. Gradually, she began to accept her fate, which was probably much easier for her than the others. Born in a wealthy family, but suffering and tormenting every day due to her congenital disability, she wished that she was the child of those dirty hired farmers, although she would still be beaten and scolded for not having much labor, and she would also suffer from everyone's horrified or pitiful eyes, but at least she did not need to be tortured by her soul.

Changed hands several times, restricting her freedom from a wooden cage to a rope, to a dark hut, and finally to the depths of the cavern.

This is probably the bandit's lair, right?

……

The darkness, the cold, the dampness, and the spoiled food, which was poorly supplied so that she would not starve to death and have no strength to escape, made Hetty miserable, and at first, she always looked desperate, but when the food that made people couldn't fill her stomach, she suddenly became eager to live.

During this time, she had an illness, and only remembered that she kept talking to herself in a daze, and she also saw a demon in her hallucinations...... Of course, the Holy Light would not come to save her, Hetty laughed at herself, thinking that she must have been hated by the Holy Light, and when she was dragged into the abyss of ruin, she actually gave her the luxury of living.

The robbers must have killed her...... Or something more terrible...... Hetty rolled over uneasily, unaware that her body had adapted to the hard ground, that her brother, the rightful heir to the family, was dead, and that the relatives who coveted her fortune would never pay her a ransom of even a copper coin, and that they would not have thought that they would wish her to die at the hands of robbers.

The thought of how the angry robber would torture and humiliate her before killing her made Hetty bitter, and she wished she was so desperate that she didn't care about any pain anymore......

"You're a pretty boring person. ”

In the lair of the robbers, in the deep underground cavern, the voice of a young girl was heard.

Hetty thought that her illness must not have recovered, and she had auditory hallucinations again...... She tried to cover her ears, but her buttocks were gently kicked.

"Where have you learned etiquette, it's rude to cover your ears when talking to others!"

The delicate voice raised a few pitches, and although it seemed to accuse Hetty, she didn't hear the displeasure in it...... She quickly sat up from the ground, and through the dim torches in the distance outside the iron bar, she vaguely saw a small figure, and a pair of red eyes that reflected the light.

"Demons!"

Hetty exclaimed involuntarily, and she remembered that she had seen these eyes in her illness...... It turned out that a qiē was not her hallucination.

"It's not a demon, my mother is a demon!"

The demon in Hetty's eyes muttered quietly and vanished, followed by the footsteps of the robber guards in the cave. (To be continued).

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