"Ha, I want it too!"

"Eyes to me!"

"The tongue is mine!"

"Hey, that's mine. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Hahaha, you idiot, you want to be rotten down there. ”

"Fuck who you call a fool, it's rotten on the outside and it can still work on the inside!

Just when the bald man who was frantically facing him showed his long tongue and raised his head and roared, an arrow broke through the air and shot through the neck, and in an instant, blood splattered, and the man only waved his arm a few times, then lowered his head and stopped moving.

"Now that I'm in action, will you fight to protect me?" Werther, who was clenching his bow and arrows, watched the crowd become noisy, and took up his weapons to alert the surroundings, finally as calm as Arthur.

As soon as Witt turned his eyes to Arthur, a large number of arrows were fired. The two barely had time to look at each other for a split second before they had to run fast to dodge the arrows.

The archers marked the positions of the rest with arrows, and the tall and stout leader gestured as the crowd quickly divided into two teams and outflanked them.

In the midst of a series of approaching screams, Arthur saw the leader push down the dead bald man, took out a dagger from his arms, and looked at Werther and behind the tree where he was hiding, and plunged the dagger into the girl's chest very slowly, as if on display. The girl's head tilted slightly, and her body twitched, quickly ossifying and standing still.

Arthur was stunned, and his black pupils instantly widened as he breathed rapidly. The first time he saw death, when he saw killing and being killed, he felt like a fire burning in his heart, like ants crawling around and gnawing.

"Kill them all, all ...... ......Ignoring the sudden incoming arrow, Arthur stepped out from behind the trunk of the tree, and the arrow grazed his body and plunged into the trunk of the tree within a stone's throw away. Arthur whispered, raised his hand and drew his sword at his waist, and started, accelerating, catching up with the rushing crowd.

"Arthur!" Witt, who was hiding behind another tree, shouted as he saw Arthur walk out like this, gritting his teeth and watching Arthur run farther and farther away, finally rushing into the crowd of insults and screams. Werther adjusts his breathing, warns himself not to be nervous, reminds himself what to do at such times.

This was Arthur's first actual battle, and his short body was almost overwhelmed by the tall men in armor, and he thought he would hesitate, but his sword was so fast that the other party's hands were cut off before he could see clearly, and when one side wailed, the other's sword was just raised, and he was stabbed in the throat.

Arthur thought that the feeling of cutting people was different from the feeling he had felt when he had been hunting prey in the forest since he was a child, and that the feeling of a sword cutting through human flesh was different from the feeling of cutting through pheasants, fish, hares, and wild boar. But after several people fell to the ground, he found that there was no difference at all. Except for the clothes and armor, the flesh is still flesh and the bones are still bones, all the same thing. Arthur saw more clearly, his sword was more agile, and his dwarf size became an advantage, allowing him to quickly dodge heavy weapons such as greatswords and meteor hammers, and his hands and feet, which were accustomed to roaming the woods, were swift and fast, and he barely blocked to deal with the enemies he killed.

As more and more corpses fell to his side, and the leader's broadsword was severed along with his head, Arthur had a first idea of his strength.

When rushing to the aid of Werther, he wondered, if he knew that he was so strong, would he have shot from the beginning, and would the girl have been saved?

Werther, who had also been hunting in the border forests since he was a child, was calm and decisive, and after receiving the true biography of the first-class hunter Lorbad, he instantly judged the superiority and inferiority of friend and foe, climbed up the tree and swam between the closely connected branches to shoot, and used the dense branches as a barrier to resist the attacks of the archers. When Arthur arrived, there were only two enemies left, and he was quickly defeated with a single sword.

Arthur ran to the girl's side after making sure that Werther was okay, and saw that her blood-red eyes were still open, but the person was no longer breathing. Arthur knelt down, lowered his head, and held his hand stained with dirt and blood, feeling the fading temperature.

Arthur felt that he couldn't even say sorry.

Werther, who then came over, picked up the clothes that had been thrown aside and lightly covered the girl, trying to put the dress together to cover as much of the broken body as possible.

"If a person dies with great resentment, he will become a spirit after death. Why didn't she turn into a shadow?"

Witt looked at Arthur with his head bowed, his dark hair obscuring his eyes, making him unable to see the boy's expression at the moment.

"Because...... At the very least, someone would save her. ”

"But it's too late! I didn't think about it......

"At least...... It's still here to help...... At least, the world is not all to be resentful. ”

They buried the girl in a place full of flowers, and because they didn't know the name, they didn't erect a monument, but just piled up some stones, which barely counted as markers. Arthur made a corolla out of flowers and placed them on a stone. They watched the small tomb with the flower crown in silence, knowing that their path had just begun.

"Vitgo. ”

"Hmm. ”

"In the future, if I think it's dangerous, I still won't save it. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Will you blame me?"

"No, it won't. ”

"Why?"

"You're not wrong. ”

"But I want you to blame me. ”

"Then take it as punishment. ”

That night, Arthur looked up at the stars, raised his hand and counted them one by one, counting and counting, his fingers slowly forming a fist, as if he wanted to grasp all the stars in the sky in his hands. He looked at the stars that always shine gently and brightly to everyone, and swore that if his nature was to run away from danger, he would only be strong enough to ignore all dangers, and only then could he follow his heart.

As Yulinda said, it was only a week before the north began to turn cold, and the arrival of the rainy season caused a lot of trouble for Arthur and Werther.

Since Arthur had to sleep at least half of the day, their daily itinerary was already limited, and now with the time to shelter from the rain, they couldn't walk much in a day. Although Witt could carry Arthur on his back and walk while Arthur was asleep, every time the other party woke up, he would be angry and noisy for a long time, and Witt had to give up.

"Vitgo, sleepy...... I'm really sleepy, I have been on the road yesterday and slept too little, I can't hold on, let's go tomorrow. Arthur, who yawned more and more, walked slower and slower, his eyes became more and more unable to open, and his already slow pace walked swayingly, as if he was going to fall down at any moment, "Really, really can't hold ......"

"If you hold on a little longer, you'll be there. Look at the road, look ahead!" After a few sighs of helplessness, Witt took out his map and confirmed that they had walked out of the border forest, close to Wommere, and could be reached by walking for another day, but in the other direction was the drug-rich town of Toba, where they had decided to make a detour.

"Ah...... It's really not ......" After struggling and rubbing a few more steps, Arthur finally couldn't resist anymore, his mouth was still open to speak, but his body fell.