Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

144 – Walking torture chamber

In front of the wooden fence, tombstones were made with arrows, but there were few corpses to be the owners of the tomb.

The reason was simple.

Because none of the people standing on the fence had ever held a bow except for vigilantes and adventurers.

Unlike spears and knives, which can only be slashed or struck down, it is difficult to draw a bow.

It is said that you can make a fire net to cover the poor accuracy, but in the end, isn’t that what you need to fly to your destination?

In a situation where almost 30% of the arrows flew like a paper airplane folded by an elementary school student when the first bullet was fired, it was absurd to expect such a thing.

So, the villagers, who came up with the dream of becoming sharpshooters to protect the village, drew their bows a couple of times in response to the command and lowered their hands, leaving their throbbing arms and shoulders as a lesson.

Then, naturally, he handed the arrows to someone who was good at archery and took up a spear.

Thanks to that efficient time management, there was no point in me not being able to shoot due to lack of arrows.

“Here are the arrows!”

‘f*ck, my arm hurts.’

I just drew my bow, hoping I wouldn’t have to shoot any more.

Ahh.

“…!”

“…!, …!”

My vision narrowed again, and my heart started beating very slowly.

I could see the short head of a goblin howling and charging from afar.

―Ping!

With a low scream from the shortbow, the arrow disappeared from sight.

Pak!

Something has been forgotten in my head, with white and reddish drops dispersing.

Fifth.

I picked up an arrow from the pot next to it.

The sound returned again, and the commotion returned to the fence.

“Arrows, bring more arrows!”

“Shoot that troll first! When the troll comes, it’s over!”

I turned my attention to the sound of someone shouting, then drew my bow again.

Po.

“Big.”

Thump, boom.

At the tip of my aimpoint, a troll with reddened arms crossed over his face slowly approached the fence.

Even though several trolls had already fallen with arrows stuck all over their bodies like pirate roulette barrels, the troll’s pace did not stop.

Perhaps it is because they know that it is their destination if they go a little closer.

“f*cking bastards. Why are you crawling all the way here?”

In a world where sound has stopped, only my monologue can be heard,

The sound of a string snapping soon followed.

―Peeing!

The feathers at the tip of the arrow trembled and flew across the air.

-Pak!

Another arrow lodged in his side, the troll’s body twitched in pain,

After four or five more arrows flew from all directions, he was able to lay his weary body on the ground.

Kung.

After a while, he aimed his bow at the other guy.

It’s not like everything is over just because the guy in the front collapses.

That’s why the arrows of our allies were flying towards their respective targets all over the wooden fence.

It didn’t take long for the ground in front of the fence to become stained with corpses and blood.

***

“Cherry!”

“Kang! Kang…!”

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Now, the few remaining monsters started charging in reverse.

It wasn’t until after they disappeared over the bushes again that the people on the fence began to sigh.

“Oh, my hand hurts. How did you shoot something like this?”

“So Jack is great. I don’t know how to hunt in the forest with something like this. Oh, it’s the shoulder.”

The residents waving their tingling hands and grumbling,

“Damn them. Just try to get up here. I won’t leave you alone.”

“The situation is over. Nikon. Don’t get sick and put it back in.”

A vigilante who hit the palm of his hand with the side of his hatchet instead of a bow.

“Anyway, they don’t usually come around here, so it’s strange.”

“When did those guys politely write a letter of visit and come in? Anyway, I think it’s over now, so put down your bow too. Why are you holding something you can’t shoot well?”

“A. If you say you shoot well, let’s see where it goes.”

Even after that, it wasn’t until long before people were ready to go back to their daily lives.

“Ehh. You don’t have to see blood.”

“When did you clean that up again? It smells bad if you don’t bury it properly.”

Among the residents struggling with returning to the original state to return to daily life,

I saw the vigilante who had been shouting commands before approaching the adventurer party who were talking about something.

“Thank you for saving the village. All adventurers.”

Then the blonde-haired adventurer smiled and stepped out.

“We just did our job.”

A handshake continued next to me, as if it was a scene from a mass market.

The obvious Conversation A then began.

Where are you? Oh, I heard the name, but I didn’t expect to see it like this. Stop by our house before you go. I have something to give on behalf of the village, etc…

While holding it in the back of my ear, I gazed over the long wooden fence.

At least when it comes to his life, he was careful and nothing bad happened.

Kikik.

Soon the door of the wooden fence opened.

It was the moment I saw the villagers carrying hoes and shovels trudging through the corpses of monsters.

“Mercenary, you worked hard.”

At some point, the young lady who climbed up on the wooden fence looked at me and said.

“Lady, didn’t I tell you not to climb on top of the wooden fence?”

“There is no need to wait below wondering why you are not coming down.”

After answering that, the young lady stood next to me and pretended to look far away.

“I don’t know what you’re looking at, but I’m here to give you this.”

What was in her hand was a water bag.

“Because there is nothing good about being nervous. And don’t be too disappointed.”

“Yes?”

“Those guys. Aren’t you just saying that you helped too?”

Young lady glanced in the direction of the vigilante and said.

“As much as we know you’ve done enough, so-“

“Uh, why are those bastards coming back all of a sudden?”

The young lady’s words were cut off by the swearing from the side.

The man who spat out the curse shouted, extending his finger far away.

“Come back! Hurry! They are coming again!”

At those words, everyone looked through the fence again.

The monsters that had been running away reappeared from beyond the bush.

***

The villagers who had been digging a pit to bury the body quickly returned to the fence.

The hoe and shovel abandoned in the pit were waiting anxiously for their owner,

Our attention was focused on the movements of the monsters, not the place.

Those who thought they would come running towards the wooden fence soon began to spread in all directions.

People who saw the sudden escape poured out questions, but no one knew the answer.

Except for one person.

“Mercenary!”

Priest Rien, who climbed up the wooden fence holding the morning star I entrusted to him, grabbed me by the shoulder and said.

“Something, something is coming.”

“Something is coming-“

―!!!!!

As if to give an answer to the question, a scream rang out from afar.

This grotesque cry, as if fresh from a torture chamber. That was what I had heard in the canyon.

When the monsters heard the screams, they hardened like stone statues, and the top of the fence looking at them also began to freeze.

Even while everyone was frozen, I could see something moving in the forest in the distance.

Fast.

Fast deuk.

The sound of something hard breaking was heard.

“Is that the sound of trees breaking?”

“More than that, it sounds more like the sound of a chicken or pork bone breaking.”

The sound was getting closer and closer to us.

Since the direction was in my direction, all the people around me rushed in this direction.

Hook.

“Yes.”

“I’m choking.”

Two people pushed through the crowd and clung to my side, but that didn’t matter now.

The vigilantes, who had a nervous look, were staring at the forest with their shortbows fed with arrows, not caring.

After a while.

“Coming.”

I could see something wriggling out from the shade of the forest.

Thumb, quick, crunchy.

Seeing that, the vigilante who was smoking a cigarette next to me said.

“…What is that, what is that again?”

“f*ck.”

Swear words flowed out of his mouth.

It was a gigantic lump that let out a scream.

―Keuyeahak.

A mid- to late 2m monster that is stained red with blood.

No, is it really okay to call that a monster?

Perhaps just thinking about it like this made me wonder if I was committing a huge disrespect for the mothers of countless monsters.

There were monsters like goblins and kobolds, or the limbs of something never seen before.

It was as if he was screaming in constant pain.

Looking at the appearance alone, it had a visual that seemed to have crawled out of hell, and it had an arm full of muscles.

Sudden sounds came out from here and there on the wooden fence that saw it.

He stopped struggling as if satisfied.

―Kriueak…

A question leaked out of the mouth of the vigilante leader at a scream that could not be interpreted at all.

“What the hell is that?”

“…Whatever that is, none of the monsters I know of are like that.”

The blond adventurer’s face turned white.

There was no reason to call him a monster, as even the leader of the adventurer’s party would say this.

“Then-“

“Then let’s just call it a parentless pup.”

Attention was drawn to the words he had spoken to relieve tension.

I spoke while raising the bow I had laid down beside me.

“If you call it a devil’s seed, it certainly looks like you’d have to apologize for defamation even to the devil’s twisted mother.”

“Who are you?”

“As you can see, he fought with a bow like everyone else. Anyway, we locked the door of the wooden fence and the thickness of the wall isn’t bad. So, let’s not provoke him and watch his movements.”

Knowing the unknown chew is important for survival.

But when you don’t know it completely, what’s more beneficial to survival is to prepare first and look after it.

“After that?”

At the question of the vigilante, who was somewhat cautious, I looked at him and said.

“Kill if you can, avoid if you can. But I don’t want to attack first.”

“Avoid?”

“Sure.”

What should I do if I mess with it for no reason?

“Then the villagers here must continue to be terrorized. Me and the party can’t stand to see that.”

The leader of the adventurer party discussed justice.

“If my party and vigilantes work together, I’m sure we’ll catch them. There- …What is your name by any chance?”

“This is Golfian G-House, call it whatever you like.”

“Okay, Mr. Ghouse. Come with me and fight. He’s going to be the town’s hero.”

At that good suggestion, I shook my head.

“I’m sorry, but I’m on commission. An unknown adventurer.”

“…Then G-House-san, are you just going to leave?”

At that question, the vigilantes’ eyes turned to me.

I said, standing behind the two clients on either side of me.

“I have no intention of interfering with you going out and fighting. At least I intend to cooperate with you on this fence-“

―Kireh ah!!!

Kung,

Kung.

Kung!!

With a sudden scream, screams began to be heard from the people who were watching him through the barrier.

“Ugh!”

“f*ck, come this way!”

For some reason, that goddamn hunk of chowder started running towards the fence.