The smell of blood.

There was a strong smell of blood, filling the breath.

Xiao Jin writhed uneasily on my wrist, and his body was wrapped very tightly, as if he was afraid.

It's like, worried.

At first I thought it was Unas's wounds and my own blood, but the next moment I realized something was wrong!

The smell was as strong, as pungent and frightening as the room where we had killed so many soldiers in the Minoa Palace. The blood on Unas, and the blood on my body, shouldn't smell so heavy anyway.

And, what about our people?

Medical officer Kadanya, and those Egyptian soldiers, we rushed in so loudly, why didn't anyone come to check the movement?

There was a dead silence in my ears, and I couldn't hear anything except the sound of the wind and the faint sound of the waves in the distance.

No one breathes, no one coughs, no one moves......

It's silent, as if there's no life here.

I......

Holding on to the wall, I slowly stood up and walked towards the inn.

Because I brought with me two squads, nearly two hundred men, and Julian, who had come with the merchant ships, was not all the way with us......

Except for me and Unas, the others ......

Others......

I stood in front of the door.

They should all be there, but what about the guards? Now that the island of Minoa is in chaos, why, but even the sentry is saved?

No, it can't be.

Obviously, there is an arrangement for staying and guarding every day, and there should be eight people on duty in the yard in shifts......

What about people......

They, everybody......

Feet, stepped on something.

I looked down.

Running all the way out of the Minova Palace, my shoes ran off at some point, both were gone, and I stood barefoot under the stone in front of the door.

Bloody, dark, viscous, pungent blood.

Coming out of the house, there was already a pool of dark blood outside the door.

My hand on the door trembled slightly, I had never been so timid.

Even on that day, when Imorton's body was found in the Labyrinth of the Underground, I didn't have such hesitation and despair in my heart.

The fingers flexed up unconsciously and stretched out again.

My hands were flat on the door.

Without much force, I silently pushed the door open.

There was no worried gaze from the medical officer of Kadanya, no loyal and trusting eyes from the soldiers who had come with me to Minoa, no fearless expressions and ...... Figure......

On the ground floor of the hall, on the walls, on the pillars...... There was blood everywhere, and the people, the people who followed me, who protected me to Minoa, were turned beyond recognition, corpses.

There were severed hands and stumps everywhere, and a head had been cut off from my body, just in front of my feet.

The eyes were still wide open, and the expression on his face was distorted......

Who killed them?

The blood in the ground was about to coagulate, but I felt that the hot smell of blood in the room had not yet dissipated.

When I left, they were all fine, how could they ...... Will it be?

What happened during the time we left?

Who killed them?

I looked around with trepidation and walked in step by step. These Egyptian soldiers were carefully selected by Memphis for me, and it can be said that all of them are elite soldiers, ordinary Minova soldiers, they can be ten with one! But now, they're all dead, they're all killed.

Who could have such a thunderous means to kill them all in such a short time?

I searched to see if there were any survivors, who were still alive, who could tell me what had happened. However, there were lifeless faces in front of me, blood-stained faces. I felt a little dizzy in front of my eyes, and reached out to hold on to a table that hadn't toppled over.

I froze, resting on the blood and corpses on the ground, my eyes full of blood-red that made my mind seem to be unable to turn.

Why is it so quiet here that so many people have died? Even if the people around him were already frightened by the atmosphere of martial law, wouldn't those Minoa soldiers come to ask? What a tragic and intense scene when so many people were killed, and why, didn't anyone hear the sound here?

Jin twisted twice, and suddenly like a golden lightning bolt broke off my wrist and threw himself to the ground.

My gaze was a little glazed as I ran my tail over a blood-stained wine glass.

This cup...... Is there anything weird?

I slowly bent down and reached out to pick it up.

There was blood in the glass, but you could still smell a little mead.

No, it's not.

Not your average mead.

This taste, this taste...... I smell it.

It will paralyze people's bodies and make people conscious, but they can't move or make a sound......

I, I've smelled it, and I'll never forget how I smelled it!

It was because of this that they were slaughtered!

Because of this* in the drink, there was no resistance, no way to fight back, not even to make a sound, but to watch the enemy lurking in the shadows, wielding a merciless butcher's knife, as if slaughtering livestock, killing them all, all.

What were they thinking at the time, when they saw their companion being *, and then the blood-stained butcher's knife was swung at them again......

The round, unwilling, desperate, sad and hateful eyes...... Freeze, freeze what I can't look at, everything.

I turned sharply, and inside the side door with a slit open, behind the door was a black hole, like a demon's trap, the entrance to hell.

I didn't hear anything, but I just couldn't take my eyes off it.

It was extremely dangerous, but with a deadly suction, it was impossible to ......

It seems that there is a little wind, and the wind that blows from nowhere, and it is cold on my back.

I sprinted my foot in that direction and slammed the door open.

No one.

Behind the door is a dark, enclosed hallway.

No, I just felt it!

Here, somebody, is watching me here.

Who will it be? Could it be Andos?

The first thing I thought of was him, and he was the only one who spent years watching others in the dark.

But I immediately vetoed it again.

No, not him.

Andos's gaze was not so evil, there was no such sense of oppression, there was no such murderous and deadly meaning.

Not him.

I was running through the dark corridors, I didn't know where that gaze would hide, I didn't know if it was, if death was waiting for me in front of me, opened my mouth, and waved his spear of judgment......

In that glass was the smell I had once smelled in Bittado, when it fell into Izmi's hands.

Although it is slightly different, it tastes different because it is burned into smoke and when it is used in sake.

Could it be Bitaduo!

But when did the Bitaidos come to the island! When did you get your eye on us?

Izmi!

Those long, narrow and clear eyes...... The face that I deliberately blurred from my memory......

That gloomy and ruthless man!

Murderer...... Isn't he?