There was nothing on the first floor, and it looked like I had to go upstairs to see it.

Keeping his footsteps as low as he had been when he was hunting deer, he slowly approached the staircase: the oil lamp he had seen before did not seem to shine here. Depending on the size of the house, there are a maximum of two rooms on the second floor.

No dead bodies were found on the first floor (if any), so it was probably on the second floor as the footprints were directed. In other words, the man did not take action to dispose of the body.

If the enemy really kills, then you have to think carefully about the plan of action: on the premise of not knowing the situation, try to capture it alive, but it will not be strong. If there is really no way, of course I can only kill him.

With the cross in front of his chest, Vicol flashed around the corner and looked down the hallway: there was only one large room on the second floor, and the door was closed.

He had barely taken a few steps closer when an unexpectedly faint sound came from the room: the chewing of something.

Hearing the sound of this kind of juice splashing at this juncture, I can only think of it as eating a corpse! Instantly feeling the cold hair stand on end, Vicol couldn't help but look confused: Damn, wouldn't it?

Damn, it's kind of scary to hear...... It's okay to be a ghoul, just don't be a ghost.

But it doesn't sound like a ghoul chewing...... It sounds like the chewing person doesn't have very developed chewing muscles. Moreover, for the ghouls who are used to mouthing and chewing on food with drooling, the one in the room is too quiet and gentle.

Deciding to win by surprise, Vicol crouched down and quickly moved to the door. Struggling to calm his heartbeat, he looked through the crack in the door: there was an oil lamp lit in the room, but he couldn't see anything because of the view.

The smell of blood is so strong...... Frowning in disgust, Vicol pressed his head against the door panel, listening carefully to the sound of chewing: yes, it wasn't the ghoul eating. Ghouls are sloppy in their eating, but everyone is admitted.

Just as the snow crow was nervously considering his next move, the sound of drawing his sword suddenly sounded—the sound was half a step behind the door.

A sword slammed out of the middle of the door, stabbing straight into Vicor's throat. Taken aback, the snow crow collapsed to the ground in fright, and moved backwards in shock. The blade was stained red with blood, and even the darkness of the room could not hide its sharp edge.

The sound of slow chewing—no, the sound of juice splashing as the corpse was torn apart didn't stop for a moment. This is true even when the blade is retracted.

How is it possible to eat while stabbing someone...... Was there two people inside? Completely confused by the sudden situation, Vicol hurriedly got up and stepped back: there were accomplices? Or was the owner of the house not dead at all...... No, it's impossible?

Not daring to approach the door any further, Vicol warily aimed his crossbow at it, not daring to move in the slightest. However, it was quiet behind the door, and only the sound of chewing remained.

What the hell are they talking about? They didn't mean to come out...... After standing dumbfounded for a moment, Vicor put down his crossbow and suddenly felt like a coward: it had just made a hole in the door, and if I had glanced over it I would have seen something useful. But I'm afraid that as soon as I put my eyes over, I will be blinded by the other party.

So he waited a little longer, until he had no patience to continue listening to the sound of eating: he hadn't eaten dinner yet, and he was already hungry and had to listen to it. The man enjoyed his meal very much, as if he were tasting a large steak.

, it sounds like I'm getting hungry...... Instead of waiting so stupidly, I might as well rush straight in!

Vicol stood a little further away and kicked the door after a short run. But the locked door was so strong that it couldn't be kicked open.

Feeling a little discouraged, Vicol had to give up entering the house from this side: he had to find another way.

So the crow paced to the window in front of the stairs, and suddenly came up with some idea: I could go around through the window and enter their room through the window.

So Vicor, who maintained the code of action, said he would do it. He tucked his cross back into his waist, jumped on the ledge, pushed it open, and crouched on the edge. Sticking out his head to look outside, the snow crow reached out to the eaves, and then propped himself up and landed smoothly on the high-slope roof.

It's a little slippery, but it's not a problem...... Shaking to keep his balance, the snow crow trotted around the side of the room. Flipping over the protrusion in the center of the house, the snow crow stepped into the air for a moment, and almost slid off the roof. Driven by the accident, Vicol gasped heavily: he almost had an accident. It's so high that you don't break your neck, but you can't get your leg out of it - but the snow on the hillside is so thick that it won't be too much of a problem.

His heart was beating wildly, and Vicol dusted off the snow on his body before continuing to crouch and move towards the target window step by step, for fear of slipping again. Luckily, there wasn't much slippery ice on the roof.

After all, solid sound transmission is very efficient, so Vicol is worried about whether his footsteps have been heard by the other party. After a little struggle, he finally decided to take the initiative to break in. So the snow crow moved to the edge of the eaves, leaned on the bricks, and put himself by the window to peep in.

However, the scene in front of him almost made him vomit.

Under the dim light of an oil lamp, a silver-haired girl about 1.5 meters tall wearing a blood-stained tulle dress sat on the ground with her back to the window, cutting a man's corpse with a dagger. Taking the cut flesh to her mouth and chewing on it, she leaned down from time to time to suck the newly shed blood.

Behind her is a wheelchair with a unique shape that can be held to her legs with a horizontal plank.

This, this...... Although he had expected someone to eat the corpse, Vicol was shocked: why was she such a young child? She looked like she was fourteen years old.

After cutting off another piece of meat, the girl tilted her head slightly and turned to look at Vicor. In the candlelight, her scarlet eyes in the iron mask were extremely clear, as if she didn't understand the state of affairs. Even the snow crow could imagine how much doubt there was on his face under the mask.

"Lotta...... Window...... Someone. Despite the loud wind outside the window, the girl's brisk voice was heard by the snow crow: "Please let him in...... Let's play?"

Under the girl's iron mask, drops of blood faintly dripped to the ground. Wrapped around her fingers, she began to concentrate on cutting the flesh of the corpse with her knife again.

A man slowly walked out from behind the door and tucked the blade back into his waist. After a loud thud, she quickly grabbed one of the shields on the table and held it in front of her.

On the shield, the scarlet mark can be faintly seen.