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 further - a large group of armed bandits and a large number of ...... Well, looking at the skin color, it seems to be a blackstone orc? There were more than that, and she saw other orcs and humans approaching the camp one after another. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's reached a 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.

"Idiot! Be careful not to hurt her! This is a precious meat ticket! ”

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 to make the team look different, and these innocent people are destined to be killed in their sleep from the beginning.

Anyway, after the war, all the countries were busy rebuilding, and the orcs who were not locked up in the asylum were everywhere, and the army was busy chasing the remnants of the large orc tribes, and no one would seriously doubt them, and no one would bother with the death of a single person, at most only a few insincere sighs for the hapless employers, and then it would 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 is Hetty? Aberdeen, who had been dragged from the ground again, and then put in a makeshift cage, saw the corpse of her stupid, conceited, and hypocritical brother on the way, and she felt that she should be glad that he had been loved by all like a blessed son of the Holy Light since childhood...... 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, on the contrary, she didn't feel pain, she stared blankly at the barbs on the wooden cage, since the death of her parents, she thought that everything would be fine, but was this the fate of her cursed self?

It was the first time she had traveled far from home, but she had since 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.

Over the next few days, she was taken deeper into the forest, unable to discern her direction or want to know where she was, and gradually she began to accept her fate, which was perhaps much simpler for her than the others, born into a wealthy family, but suffering and tormenting every day because of her congenital disability, and wishing she were the child of those dirty hired farmers, though she would still be beaten and scolded for not having much labor, and who would be stared at with horror or pity from everyone, But at least you don't need to be tortured by the 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, and the pitiful supply of it so that she would not starve to death and have no strength to escape, all 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 desperate 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 Light wouldn't come to her rescue, Hetty laughed at herself, thinking that she must have been hated by the Light, and that when she was dragged into the abyss of destruction, she had 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 it 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.) )