Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

When the day was so bright, the execution began.

I handled everything I could during the night. The paladins were the ones who had a crush on doing this. One villager could not be subjected to the coercive investigations of faithfully trained killers.

All sins have been blasphemed and the damage suffered by the detainees has also been confirmed as hostile.

Out of a total of 37 villagers, 13 were determined to have been executed. The rest will be sent to Istanbul.

We built a simple execution stand out of the material that destroyed the chief and his surrounding house.

"Verdesi! I will begin the execution of the wicked, who confuse the balance of heaven and earth!"

On his knees, the restrained executioners shout loudly. It was like a dog.

"They were intimidated by pagans to commit trafficking!!! For their own convenience, the victims' ankles have been cut off, and slaves have been treated like slaves and exploited!!"

It's horrible to hear...!

"Tee, tee...! Teaeaeaeaeaeaeae!!"

I think I'm going halfway crazy. I rip my head off. A man. A man cuts his ankle and sells it. It should never be.

This was more evil than imperialism, and the coming of a Congolese nightmare. The brutal Belgians held a bloody festival, amputating the limbs of Congolese people solely for fun.

This happens in this world because people live in the same place.

"Saint! Calm down! It's okay! They're going to be executed now!"

With so much pain, Elise grabbed my wrist and shook it and reminded me of my mind.

"Argh...! Yes!"

Now... there will be no more victims.

Victims are deceived for as long as they do not exterminate pagans.

Even if we exterminate all the pagans, this will happen again. The evil deeds are repeated. I remember the image of Cardia Saint, who said it was impossible to exterminate evil.

"An irreversible sin! The vengeance for that sin must be beheaded!"

- Gross!

Captain Barquerel draws his sword.

"Hail Verde!"

- Thistle!

The Judgment Blade descends like lightning. Extremely Polished Sword. Only a screening made to exterminate the wicked has cut the necks of the dead.

The blood splashes red on the white floor with eyes down.

It was as heterogeneous as a ketchup sprinkled on ice.

"..."

The inhabitants, not the executioners, looked as if they were doing some sort of relief by looking at it. Do you think you're alive?

Their future is unknown.

It only survived now.

- Thistle!

Barquerel cleaved the head of the executioners so skilfully.

"Ughhhh!!!"

Finally, the remaining number of executions was strongly condemned.

"You, you fucking bastards! What's the difference between you and those pagan bastards!! What's the difference, you fucking engravers!!! Father!!! Brother!!! You bastards! Cursed bastards! I'll kill them all!!! I will curse you!!!!"

He was the youngest of the executioners, a human horse species that belonged to the core executioners of the Camouflage Merchant Guild, who were created to kidnap people.

"You pagans and crusaders are the same!!! You bastards!! To live!! We tried to live!!! But why!!!"

He tricked the victims into entering the village while presenting a deal in front of the most vulnerable.

It's a heavy sin.

"Phew...! Are you saying we were the ones to kill...! Why! If we refused there, the pagans would have killed us all! Are we supposed to be like this since the pagans came to town? You're the same, you bastards!!"

It was a heavy sin, but I didn't understand what the hell was going on. I also tend to think that babies are only as good as humans.

The original sin is ignorance.

That's why I have to remind you.

"Elise? What the hell are you talking about?"

"... I don't understand."

Elise, whose pupils contracted, said in a cooler voice.

"Are you pretending you don't know what you've done on purpose, or do you really not?"

"Uh, what..."

As if he was about to execute himself, his fists trembled with iron fists. The young man who decided to die avoided his gaze, as if Elise had been terrified as he approached.

"You don't deserve to sound like that, do you?"

"Uh, there's nothing there!!! What's the difference? We sold those bastards! What's the difference between you slaughtering the people of our village!!"

Suddenly, he rebuked Elise.

It's just using evil.

One of the Crusaders drew a sword, but Barquerel stopped it. It seemed like I was going to keep an eye on things.

"I asked you if you're pretending not to know, but I guess that's right. Did you forget to amputate the victim's ankle?"

"Well, that's...!"

According to Elise's cold point, the young man dodged his gaze again.

When they pretend to be unfair, they don't disappear.

"I would not have done such a cruel thing if I had simply succumbed to intimidation. Because you're just blind to money, or because you don't want anything bothersome to happen to the merchandise. That's what they did. Do you understand?"

Elise is right a hundred times.

Once you start doing bad things, you'll feel insensitive to other things. Now that you have committed a great sin, there is a collective moral harm that says it will be okay to add another sin.

Even if no one knows and responsibility is dispersed, such a tendency is very pronounced.

It's right to kill all these fuckers.

"It is a sin to die. You must die. I should be thankful that Lord Verde has shown me mercy, that I should die in pain."

Elise spoke in a low voice, constantly squealing the death penalty.

"Now, pray to God, Verde."

"Wha... what!"

"I say thank you for bringing down the merciful execution."

"...!"

In fact, since these bastards killed Elise as well, I should say thank you.

But he chose something else for me.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Damn it! Why the hell is my family...! The people of our village!!! Arghhhhhh!!!! I'll curse you! God! Please condemn these bastards!!!"

He finally begged God. Ignoring what they had done and shouting unfair, he was a pagan and a demon. And at the same time he was an imperialist, but also a Belgian.

- Huff!

I immediately kicked him in the face.

"Kuhek!"

"Hahaha, you're sick too, motherfucker. Well, actually, criminals don't know they're criminals. No matter how much you say, your father and brothers are dead, man."

Sitting there, he squeezes his ears and says, "He stares at me with fierce eyes."

"You... you bastard!!!!!!"

"The dead don't come back. Neither do you."

"Fuckin 'barbarian! God will curse you too!"

I'm cursing you!

- Headaches!

"Curse?!"

I immediately got up from my seat and gave him a heart.

"Khhhhhhhh!!! Cursed...!"

Then he screams in agony.

"Gee, what are you doing...?"

"It hurts so much because of you!!!!!!!!!!"

It's just a tease.

Soon his face darkened.

"The Crusader is making fun of me!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Uh-huh, now that I know that, you idiot. Captain Barquerel, this bastard did not repent until the end. Please proceed with the execution."

There is no curse from God in this world.

If there had been such a curse, those ankle-cut people would have been in this town a hundred times, a thousand times, and poured out.

"... it's a pity. Morality fell to the ground, and people became indistinguishable from right and wrong."

Barquerel swung his sword with a sad face.

"It's all about pagans."

-The thistle.

The cut head falls in vain. He stares into the air at what is so tight even when his throat is cut off.

The execution is over.

Immediately, the corpses were gathered and placed on a pile of wood from the building.

"... Saint."

So Elise approached me and looked up at me with an expressionless face.

"If you do evil, you will be judged."

"..."

"It's a simple thing like this."

It's a cheerful voice to question where I am.

"Why don't people know?"

"Because conscience is not a common sense. It's because I can't learn everything."

Conscience and common sense are not universal.

It is a difficult concept.

There are too many bastards in the world who don't know what's natural.

"Learning," he said. If so, is this going to go away if everyone can be educated? "

"Well... we're not judging that. How's Eijer Mart?"

"The Order did not say that."

Contemporary districts with their own educational systems are also overflowing with abnormal and inhuman pups.

Just as violence cannot destroy evil, education cannot destroy evil.

This is a complete bronze society paladin.

"It's just devastating."

"That's it. Just kill them all."

So the bodies of the executioners were all placed on a pile of firewood. Winia, who sat still and looked at the sight, came to me. Well, it seems that the Crusaders have nothing to do with the fire.

"Nigga, are we going back now?"

"First of all, there's a little something left over about pagans. Maybe that's all I want to do?"

"It's gonna take a while..." "

Winia reaches out to me like she's tired.

"Hug the nigger quickly."

"Heheh. Come here."

I naturally hugged Winia, taller and smaller than me, and knocked her on the back. Soon she rubbed my face around my neck, which made me feel good.

Claudie is coming, too.

"But, Cat, how do you distribute loot?"

"Oh, that."

I robbed the whole town, and I got my fortune.

All of them must be goods flowing from pagans. Once I put it together. It is also a good thing to distribute.

"..."

But the pagans can pay for it, which means they have a lot of money.

Money never comes or goes by itself.

There must be some kind of water supply.

Anonymous patrons or businesses they run.

If you can rob it, it is a matter of time to be rich.

But I don't know how to actually distribute this.

"Captain Bakerell told me that he would use some of the money to save the victims... there's more to it than that. I'll tell you what."

Then we finished the cleanup of the village.

The rest of the residents cooperated calmly, took all the hidden property and unfaithful evidence, and completed all the paperwork until the execution.

"According to the testimony, there are no irregularities in the arrival of the pagan traffickers."

"Are you saying that you come to me as you please?"

"Yes. I did a robust interrogation, but no one seemed to know about the pagans. It was just handing people over and getting paid."

I could not reveal the identity of the pagans or their home.

No one knew the residents in the first place.

"Still... there was a lot of perspective that the time had passed since last time."

I can do that enough. So that's how people stack up. The villagers were working really hard for the pagans who would come back.

"So, I'm going to make Joe and escort the residents and the victims to Istanbul."

"Right? That would be fine, too."

Take the victims to the wagon, and let the villagers march with the Crusaders.

But what do you want me to do?

"I want Paladin to wait for the pagans in town with me."

"Yes, I understand. But what do you intend to do without a commitment? You can't wait too long."

"Then I'll give up."

That was the conclusion.

Set up a team of five to escort sinners and victims to Istanbul. The rest of you suck the atmosphere in the village and wait for the pagan traffickers who are coming soon.

Of course you may not come, but if you do, I will withdraw.

Well, there's a lot of supplies in town, and the equipment is good, so even if you wait a bit, there's no problem... Ah fuck. I want to see Karin and Risha and Liztina. I'm sorry. I'm gonna turn this around.

"Oh, right. Captain Barquerel, how do you intend to distribute the loot?"

"Take away Paladin's share, so rest assured! Hahaha!"

Barquerel, who smiled violently, knocked on my back.

He's a good man, too.