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Push the trolley gobbly and get off to the meadow.

You may think you can exaggerate just one step from the foundation, but private settings are not valid outside.

Dangerous, dangerous.

"First... do you want to do it from around the house"

The body of the riding wolf was rolling a few meters from the treated cobolt.

There are other remains, but let's start with this one to get used to it.

"Guuuuuuuu"

I keep my voice down as much as possible, but I get a voice about the excess weight. It was not possible to lift it completely, so I decided to lift the trolley diagonally and with Teco's guidelines sandwiched between the wolf's back and the ground.

The wolf's hair looked black, but thin and blue when lit by the sunlight. Except for its size, it remains the same as the Earth's wolf. Apparently, this wolf has been slammed to death by a single poke in the neck......

Turning away but riding the wolf onto the trolley, carry it from here to under the shrub about twenty meters away.

"Let's get you down here."

Get the big wolf down here and head to the next wreck.

Cobolt, lying down with his hand stretched out trying to escape, and Orc, who had no neck, did the same and brought him here.

Oak is a pig-faced person with pink skin... when I see a body with no neck, I throw up on the spot. It was rolling laterally from his neck up in the shadow of the grass beside him... and it was the one with the eyes open, so my eyes met.

My face is the pig itself, so I hadn't seen it in an outdoor store when I traveled abroad.

Still, my neck jumped off this body, and I couldn't help but feel the vomiting coming up.

Are you used to this, and then I was able to carry more cobolts and oaks to proceed with the work pale.

"That's the problem from here..."

Gokuri and throat, shaking his head toward the far-sighted corpse.

Yes, it's a human remains.

There was somewhere else that seemed HR because it was an unreality corpse for me and a fantasy, no matter what it was that carried me this far.

Misleading my feelings, I managed to do it by proceeding with the work, but not from here.

Fear of what goes to the side of the falling down humans, I decided to send the problem ahead to build the graves of the Kobolts first.

Though there are shovels, it's hard to dig in with manpower... the Kobolts have five bodies in total.

Anyway, I dig. I dig with no heart.

My back hurt and I dashed my sweat, but I kept digging for about an hour.

"I wonder if it's like this"

Make a big stretch and wipe the sweat off your forehead.

Now, bury the Kobolts!

When I try to drag the whole eye oak, I realize there is one thing.

You should keep their artifacts... they might be delivered to someone close to you if you give them to that Kobolt.

Even they will have Cobolt waiting to return, just like people do.

Removing the clothes you're wearing... I think it's blasphemy and most importantly, I don't want to touch the body that far.

Therefore, I decided to collect the pouch on my hips and rolling cloth bags, swords, axes, etc. and store them on the lawn where I have my home once.

Then put all the bodies of Kobolt and the others to sleep in the dug hole and cover the soil from the top.

Finally, I borrowed one rusty sword from their artifact and stabbed it in the center of the soil served. Let's take this for a grave mark.

Hands together, eyes closed and pray for their blessings.

Please, rest in peace......

He murmured in his heart and decided to push the trolley back to his home.

Because it's been hours since I treated Kobolt for his injury, so I thought I'd check on him.

"Are you still asleep..."

As far as the top and bottom of my chest are concerned, my breathing seems to be stable.

Go into your home, wash your hands only and head to the dead again.

I want to order towels and detergent or soap later...... my clothes are already dirty with blood and greasy soil. I think it's difficult for people who are fat to sleep like this.

Not to mention, there's no way I can be okay with being unfamiliar with corpses.

As soon as I think about it, I arrive in front of the human remains.

"I was arguing with the Kobolts, and I wonder if the tomb will be somewhere else."

Never look at his face and put the body of a man with a sword stuck in his back on the trolley.

Unlike Kobolt and others, he wore sleeveless leather armor with long trousers and long-sleeved clothes. Shoes look like sturdy leather boots.

Short sword at hips. Long spears had also fallen nearby.

Just like earlier, the corpses of men are collected under another tree.

I think there are four human corpses I've stared over.

That's why there are three left!

Let's do it. I got my first one. It's all right now.

The second carcass was not human. To infer from my fantasy knowledge, this man must be an animal man.

I'm only guessing because I haven't seen your face, but I'm sure you look the same as a human, with dog ears stretching out between your hair.

If it has any other characteristics, maybe it has a tail growing under its pants. I can't confirm it because I'm not willing to peel my clothes off or anything.

The third is human. Unlike the first, however, his body is quite small. Is it growing? I wonder if it's like middle school......

There's only one left.

This body was the last thing I did with the wax. Because... even from a distance, I was dressed differently.

Short soft leather skirt with long leather boots. Yes, the last one is the girl's body, right?

The third boy was pretty hard too, but the woman's body is also a shock.

I won't go any further if I guddle forever.

Stand in front of the body of the girl in question.

She lay low and seemed to have stopped moving with her hands in the shape she had brought around her face. There are signs of scratching the ground with right hand nails, just like the treated cobolt, vivid.

Apparently he was fractured his left arm and right leg, especially with the damage to his left arm bent in a very weird direction.

I have a sword sheath and pouch on my hips and nothing else seems to be wearing them.

"Collect sheath and pouch as artifacts"

It's something I'm used to for the ninth time, and I put my hands on it to remove my tequila and hips belt.

Hmm?

No way.

The cloth is rubbish, but I feel the temperature from her body.

"Alive!? Hey, get back to me!

I shake her shoulder but the reaction doesn't come back.

So gently pull the long corny hair on her back and touch her neck muscles.

... I have a pulse.

What caused the collapse?

"I'll lie on my back."

No response. Speak to her, then grab her shoulder and flip her body.

Breathing is fine because the whisper chest is raised and lowered regularly.

Naturally, if I'd stopped breathing, there's no way I'd be alive now, almost half a day after the fight. Just a quick confirmation.

The upper body is soft burnt brown leather with a length up to the sleeveless hips. There is no appearance of blood dripping.

No bleeding was observed from the broken left arm either. My right leg is also broken around my knee, but nothing else seems to have been traumatized.

I'm not completely unharmed, but it doesn't seem to be a problem.

I have about a scratch on my shiny thighs, knees and elbows on the boulder......

"I don't know. I have a fracture, but it shouldn't be enough to lose my mind. Are you just sleeping a little?

Put your arms together, but nothing floats.

That's what I'd like to do if I could just leave it like this... and if I could, I wouldn't want to take you home.

We're in the process of treating Cobolt, and I can't wait if we go into a bloody battle with each other who's regained consciousness.

But don't be in a bad situation at night without regaining consciousness.

If the carnivorous beast attacked me, there wouldn't be one...

"Are you okay?"

I shake her shoulder again but the reaction still doesn't come back.

Hmm?

Hit me...