Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

"Gurgh...!"

Manticore was` alive `despite spilling all his guts with the stomach skin bursting. What a marvelous life force.

He must have been a strong monster in his own way.

It's just that Risha was too strong.

"Hahaha, what is the taste of vengeance?"

I approached the face of the man who was groaning lightly and sat down and asked.

"Argh... sadistic! Kahaaaaak...!"

The Crusader doesn't even know his face, but he was my companion and friend. I wanted to slice it myself, but now that Risha has made it more painful.

I sentenced him to death.

"Monster bastards like you can never beat our humans. Curse your destiny and despair of the promised defeat. You can never escape the miserable end."

- Ugh!

I put my strength into his nose and blew the night away.

"Kehek!"

The bone of the long nose is broken, and it stretches as it is.

"This is what you did to your son who ate the Crusader."

"Ghhhhhh...! Cool! Hey, Ai 'an...!"

Manticore tried to say something, but he didn't get the right words out of his torn mouth. He was just moaning and vomiting blood.

The word "human" has barely been completed.

"Nigga, don't foam magazine. Clean up the gut first. Sister Risha, tell me what you need here."

"Let's see."

As a result, Winia used the staff's loop to pull out the floating gut on the bloody ground.

"Come quickly, nigger."

"No, someone caught the foam."

"You just had a weekend of what you saw. I fucking love that, man."

It's not what I see...!

"Ew... okay. I'll be right there."

First of all, you have to clean your gut.

If you need anything, you should take it.

I'm looking for a tool to sort things out, Karin told Risha.

"Our witch? You said Manticore, right? I'd like to take your head with me for this anniversary, but can I just get some sleep?"

"Can you extract the brain? I'd like you to leave a circle, if possible. If you only have a brain, your head is fine."

"It's fucking easy. Husband, come and take a look at that before you clear it up."

"Winia, wait for your sleep."

I immediately approached Karin's side.

"Show me what?"

"Heads up."

Headstroke?

- Taaak.

Karin, holding his Rare Metal Sword lightly, stands before Manticore's head. Her skills were already well known. A true strong man who can hardly find his opponent in the kingdom.

The expression of that technique was, of course, instantaneous.

- Pa!

Karin, who held the pose for a while, swung the knife sharply, so Manticore's head and skull were cut clean as if the lid were open.

Even if you follow the lid of the can, it will not be this neat.

"Hermie."

Even though half the skull was severed, the brain was intact. Bloom, the spilled Manticore's brain is now in a capped skull bowl.

"This is also technology."

"No, sister. This is too cruel a technique. It's like the skill of a serial killer."

"It's a skill used by serial killers."

That's right.

"We need to be cruel on the battlefield. It would be helpful if we could do something like this. What do you say we do it?"

"I don't think it's going to work out a couple of times."

How did you do this?

Even with a clean cut to the skull of Manticore lying on the side, it did not damage the brain at all.

"This is all the difference in technology. If you don't just practice what Liz told you, you can do it even harder."

"I hear more and more training."

The star, Manticore, died blindfolded by it.

After that, Claudie takes off her handmade leather. It was a damn big monster, but Claudie put a knife in it, and it was all peeled off.

"These big monsters have been captured for a long time. Then you'll have to put your gut in here."

"Good!"

I cleared the scene of such a mess.

Spread the appropriately cut leather flat and place the viscera on top. This was Hilde's stimulus magic that allowed her to move all of her intestines very neatly and make her comfortable. After that, it weaves the ends of the leather together as if it were making dumplings and stores the inside of the leather that looks like a sack.

You can carry it home like this.

Limbs and tails, and you can keep your head separate.

This resulted in the achievement of the mission.

- I found out where the Crusader is.

At the time Manticore made fun of me and referred to Verde, the evidence was over.

"By the way."

There's one more thing left.

"The villagers should bring all these bastards out."

Manticore clearly enslaved the villagers and deceived those who would be prey. That means... the people of this town have cooperated in this series of murders.

It's been a long time, too.

"..."

There was still no popularity in the village.

Even though there was such a disturbance, no one came out to check it out. It's like... it has nothing to do with you.

"It's done, isn't it? Just go sit over there. From now on, we're gonna have to get rid of all these bastards."

"Can I stop you from getting away?"

In Claudie's words, I nodded.

"Uh, do that. Thank you."

That's how my women made Joe and spread all over town. - Quaang! I kicked the doors of all the buildings in the village and checked the inside.

It was all empty.

The last thing left is the chief's house.

- Quang!

When I broke into his house door, the inside was empty. Only the door that goes down to the basement greets me shyly. Everything seems to be going down there and hiding.

- Yikes.

Remove the crude door and step down the dirt stairs to the basement. It felt like Cobalt's dungeon. Dark, small. Only a pale light flows from the room down there.

I was so close to the basement.

Inside the basement, all the villagers were sitting together.

"..."

Dozens of inhabitants, who depended only on one small fire, gathered in a dense crowd and looked at me as an uninvited guest. No one made a sound. I'm just looking up at me with my eyes open.

"Come out."

That's all I have to say.

"..."

- Silence.

"Manticore..."

I tried to pull the knife, but the chief I saw earlier carefully took out the horse. I already knew everything I said.

How dare these bastards deceive our Crusaders?

"I killed him. I don't say it twice. All crawl out. If you do not cooperate, I will put the name of Paladin in the bronze society and kill you all."

"... I understand."

The chief replied.

"Everybody get up."

When he instructed, the inhabitants got up.

"..."

So I dragged out all the inhabitants who were hiding underground. As soon as they got out, they dragged dozens of people into the middle of the village, right in front of Manticore's death, and they opened their eyes wide and cried out a little.

"Argh...!"

"That, at last...!"

"Argh..!"

I said slaves.

"Don't squeeze. Everybody get down on your knees."

On my instructions, all the humans sat on their knees.

I made the chief come before me.

"Chief. Don't talk long. Do you admit to working with Manticore to murder the travelers? I don't like the idea of grinding it. I've already sliced that monster's son and heard it all."

"..."

After a moment, the chief opened his lips and replied in a voice that seemed to have a conceptual mind.

"... that's right."

"You're being naive."

"..."

The chief was about to cry.

He swallowed his tears and spoke loudly.

"Manticore... first appeared a few years ago."

How many years ago?

"The monster who broke into the village immediately killed half of our villagers. In the future, be your slave and offer your food."

The chief confidently unravels the story of his village.

It was a common story.

Manticore appeared, and it was impossible to defeat a monster that could not even be defeated by a dizzy paladin. So he surrendered and did as he was told.

"If monsters hunt comfortably like this, it's a nuisance. So... I laughed brutally, explaining that the army would be able to avoid what they were after. So I told your slaves to work hard."

Settle near the village and work with enslaved villagers to feed the travellers with medicated foods to eat very comfortably.

Of course, not all travelers are targeted. Only the angled bastards. If you look like someone strong or likely to see traces, move on.

Anyway, if you set a target, after you allow him to stay in town, you send a young man to tell him about Manticore's hideout.

Then Manticore comes down at night and eats the human being he's staying with very comfortably. If you have taken the medicine, you can swallow it without getting hurt. If you have not taken the medicine, you can just overpower it and take it.

It happens in secret in remote villages, so there is no news going anywhere. Manticore has been sitting here with that kind of pressure, and living very comfortably.

"Manticore reigned as our god. It was impossible to rebel... or flee. I caught and killed a man who was trying to sneak away, and as a punishment, I killed two other residents. So we monitored each other and imposed restraint so that we couldn't run from each other. It was a doorbell. It was impossible to get out. It would have been so easy for him to wipe us out."

This was the end of the case.

"So we've been slaves to Manticore for years, offering up travelers."

... wait.

But years?

So Manticore wasn't the monster the Crusader was after? Were you caught by Manticore after chasing it?

I think so.

"Is that why the Crusader was so devoted?"

"... yes. It was relatively recent."

"Did you give him the pills?"

"I didn't eat at first... but I spent days in this town tracking some monsters. Manticore instructed us to take the medicine no matter what, and we managed to build rapport with him for a few days... eventually feeding him the soup with the medicine."

The chief whistled everything he had in mind.

"If you don't give the Crusaders the medicine, they'll kill us all."

"..."

"It's all me. So please... just punish me. I won't say that I can't help it. We've killed other people for our lives. Of course I think we should be punished."

- Floppy.

The chief who said that bowed down to me.

"I see the situation, Chief."

I did this in my head.

- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The flames of Fusion Confucianism begin to burn fiercely.

"But."

What ruling should Gymnastic Gimcott make?

"Don't you think it's too big to move on to dying alone, chief?"

"... like that!!"

"It's not just you."

The Crusader is dead, but one of the men with the rifle will end up dead.

"Everyone involved in this will die."

"Well, you can't!!! It's all me!!! I stepped up and did it! The inhabitants are only guilty by my order!!!"

In my words, the chief stood on his knees and shouted.

"Did you say that you were guilty only by order? If you think you can pay the price for selling travelers and crusaders to Manticore, it would be a misfortune."

"Well, then...! Then what the hell! What should we have done!! We wanted to live too!!! The day Manticore first appeared, we all had to die!!!"

- Kueung!

The chief lowers the floor with his fist.

"Tell me if you are Paladin...!! How are we! What should we have done?!!"

"I don't tell you what choice you made."

- Gross.

Draw the Holy Sword Bugal.

"I'm just saying the consequences and the phenomena. Do not think that such an excuse will work for me."

"If we don't do what Manticore tells us, we're all dead!!! I couldn't get away!!! You're saying that you gave up because you didn't have the strength and didn't want to die, that we were all supposed to die!!"

The chief cried out.

- Uh-uh, uh-uh!

- Ugh!

- Khhhhhh...!

The villagers also cried miserably with their faces on their hands.

"I wanted to live! I wanted to get out! I felt my heart die selling people!! Nevertheless! No one saved us! So I just had to think about it, give up and follow it!!! Manticore was the god of this town and it was impossible to even rebel!!! If you rebel, you'll kill them all. What the hell!!"

The chief who crawled on the ground howled as he grabbed my ankle.

"By the way...! We... why...! Please...! I will sacrifice my neck, so please don't take the lives of the villagers I wanted to protect...! Please, Paladin! Please! You can punish me, but please save my life...!"

The spirit of Fusion Confucianism burns.