Blood of the Hunting God

The smooth forehead collided with the wooden floor, making a crisp sound that seemed to make people feel extra refreshing.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

At least this time, I don't have to worry about falling asleep for the time being.

One hand was still holding the little bear tightly, and the other was covering her slightly red head. The little girl was crying, but she still didn't intend to leave the gate, but continued to sit back on her seat, looking in the direction of the gate and waiting. someone's return.

Hugging the doll with a little dusty smell, the little girl unconsciously shook her little feet again, her blue eyes stared at the door, waiting for the moment when the door opened.

Why do you have to wait here?

Do you want to see the other party for the first time when the other party comes back?

Is it because after seeing the other party, I can feel at ease?

The answer is actually not very clear. For children, reasons may not be the key point, but emotion is the origin of their actions.

Even if she couldn't think of a reason for doing so, it wasn't surprising, anyway, she wanted to see him.After this storm, after this dangerous hunt, she wanted to see him who returned safely as always, who opened this door and walked in.

thump—

Then, I heard familiar footsteps.

thump—

The blue eyes, like water, lit up almost immediately.

click-

The sound of the door lock rattling was undoubtedly the sound of keys and metal structures intersecting each other.

From discovering this suitable place as a stronghold a week ago to the time the hunter entered through the window and found two sets of keys, he took one with him and gave the other to Abigail. They were the only ones who could unlock the front door and enter.

So, it's the hunter who's back.

Pfft!

Abigail jumped out of the chair and trotted a few steps to the door.

After a "squeak" followed, the hunter, who was covered in mud and looked slightly embarrassed, stood outside the door.

"Welcome back, Mister Hunter~"

The hunter was greeted by the little girl holding the cloth bear in front of her, with a pure smile and a soft and lovely voice.

"……(nod)"

There was no need for a verbal answer, he nodded slightly, and stretched out his hand again. The rough gloves passed through the soft and delicate long golden hair. This time, he didn't pull any hair, but let the girl who closed her eyes feel the feeling. The temperature and touch of a hunter.

I am back.

In a wordless tacit understanding, the hunter walked into the gate.

Chapter 15: Wishes

After taking the drug for the comatose Disma, it was time to do nothing.

Abigail was already extremely sleepy, but she refused to rest because she stubbornly wanted to wait for the hunter to come back. Now that the hunter returned safely, the little girl's drowsiness kept accumulating like a big snowball. After taking two steps, he began to shake his head.

The hunter who put down his weapon stretched out his hand, and easily hugged the girl by the waist. The girl who was already drowsy couldn't feel the shame caused by this intimate behavior for a while, and just shrank back very reassuringly. Leaning on the hunter's arms, he fell asleep directly.

"call……"

Gentle, comfortable, and a cute animal-like gesture that can only be shown in front of reassuring people.

with this essence

With her cute face and her voice as soft as honey, occasionally hunters would feel that a girl like Abigail is not human.After all, with a human level, how could it be possible to achieve such a beautiful posture like a work of art?

But if this kind of praise is said when she is awake, it will probably make the girl blush and shy immediately.

The hunter is not a person who likes to talk. Compared with talking, he is more willing to hunt in silence.

That is to say, after meeting the little girl Abigail and having this cute little follower, the hunter began to seriously consider the issue of communication.But despite his efforts to make himself cheerful and talkative, in real life he still listens to girls talking about this and that more often.

squeak-

Opening the door, the cabin under the moonlight showed a warm color.

This is Abigail's room. After occupying the library, the hunter found it from the second floor. It is a well-preserved small bedroom.

Maybe it was originally the room where the library owner's children lived, but the hunter is not a great detective after all, so he just guessed, not sure.In short, this small room is very warmly decorated, with various red, pink and purple paper-cuts, and things like toy ponies cut and polished from wood.It's a pity that these little things are not very resistant to the erosion of time. Most of the paper-cuts are rotten, and the wood is rotten, so they can only be thrown away when cleaning the room.

But even so, the soft bed can still make people sleep comfortably. Although the hunter seems to have heard someone mention that children are not suitable for sleeping on soft beds, but whatever it is, in In this kind of dilapidated environment, when the child can enjoy it, he still has to enjoy it.

After all, she trusted herself so much, as if she regarded herself as a family member.

The hunter can feel, the hunter has always been able to clearly feel the strong dependence of this light little girl in his arms on him.

"Oh, I'm fine, don't worry, Mister Hunter."

When I was holding the book, I accidentally scratched my fingers and cried tears of pain, but I still resisted the pitiful look that I didn't want the hunter to know.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hunter, I've been so confused and careless, have I caused trouble for Mr. Hunter?"

And when I was forced to treat the wound by myself after being injured, and when I was given medicine by myself when I was sick, I showed a frustrated expression because I was taken care of carefully.

"I hope I can help Mr. Hunter, Mr. Hunter is always so hard, I want to share for Mr. Hunter."

There is also the aggressive search for books that can still be read, trying to enrich himself, and talking to the hunter full of energy.

I don't know where this little girl grew up from. A 12-year-old child should not be so mature.However, Abigail does not have the mischievous personality that a child should have at all. On the contrary, she always suppresses her escape, trying to make herself mature and able to share the responsibility for others.Even if she acted like a baby occasionally, she was cautious, for fear of causing trouble to others.

The girl in her arms moved comfortably, and her chubby face lightly rubbed against the hunter's coat.Even through the clothes, the hunter with keen senses still felt the touch and temperature on the little girl's cheek.

Gently lifted the quilt, put the girl on the bed, the hunter took off the coat for the little girl, and then covered the quilt.

It's nice to get a good night's sleep.

For the hunter who has been unable to fall asleep and can only stay in a daze every day in the library, such a peaceful sleeping face is an enviable and reassuring picture.

"Huh... Mister Hunter..."

But soon this sleeping face became a little uneasy.

The little girl seemed to have lost the sense of solidity she felt before, so she woke up quickly from the mist, opened her eyes blankly, and seemed to be looking for something.

It was difficult to see the surrounding situation clearly in the dark, so she stretched out her hand, trying to grab something.

The hunter took off the palm of the glove, and gently held the girl's little hand protruding from the quilt.

"Mr. Hunter, you are here."

There is nothing commendable in the rough palms covered with calluses, but as long as you can touch this temperature, you can feel the peace from the bottom of your heart.

"Mr. Hunter, can... can you stay in the room with me for a while?"

Be careful, with a tone of anticipation and desire, wanting to be coquettish.

Obviously it's just a child's simple desire to be accompanied by an adult, but he still speaks so carefully.

The hunter knew that as long as he refused, Abigail would give up immediately no matter how lost he was.Throwing and rolling, yearning for the development she wanted would not happen to this precocious little girl, which made people feel pity and heartache.

What kind of environment would it be to shape a child with such a character?

Squeezing the little girl's palm a little bit harder, the hunter remained silent without answering, while the girl was already jumping for joy after getting the answer.

"Hey hey, thank you Mr. Hunter, I'm sorry, I always disturb Mr. Hunter so childishly."

Obviously a second ago I was very happy, but then I felt that I was very happy.

His request was too much and he began to apologize and feel frustrated.

The hunter still didn't answer, just sat on the chair beside the bed, holding the girl's outstretched hand and kept quiet.

"Mr. Hunter, you have always been so gentle."

"Obviously I was a stranger I didn't know at first, and I also lost my memory and didn't know anything, but he still comforted me so gently, led me to find this safe refuge, and hunted around every day to protect me. Kill those big monsters."

"Such a gentle Mr. Hunter should also be treated gently by this world. Mr. Hunter's story must be like a fairy tale, with a happy ending. I believe so, oh, this kind of thinking Isn't that too childish, Mister Hunter?"

The little fingers lightly slid across the hunter's palm, the soft touch and the rough touch blended together, and the girl with her eyes closed was talking in a low voice, as if she was talking to the hunter in front of her, and seemed to be just talking to the hunter in front of her. Soliloquy to express exclamation.

"No matter what kind of pain I suffer, I never express it, and I always bear it alone."

"Whether it's knocked down by a monster or covered in bruises, I always refuse to express it."

"Actually... I don't want to be protected by Mr. Hunter all the time, and I can only watch Mr. Hunter get hurt."

"If only I could become Mister Hunter's strength."

"Mr. Hunter, can I...can I...I..."

The little voice is getting smaller and smaller, and it is getting harder and harder to hear.

The hunter hesitated to give an answer, but found that Abigail had fallen asleep.

As long as she is sleepy, she can easily fall asleep, which is not much different from a normal child, but if possible, the hunter still hopes that she can be more like a child.

He held Abigail's little white hand and spread it out gently. The bloodstains on his fingers that had been scratched by the pages of the book hadn't completely faded away.It was obviously scratched so badly before, all four fingers were cut bleeding, and the skin of the index finger was turned up a little, but in the end, he insisted on not letting the hunter find out.

He is obviously just a child, so why do he have to be so brave?

"call……"

In the soft breathing, there was the sleeping little girl who turned sideways to face the hunter, with a peaceful expression in her disheveled long golden hair.

"..."

The hunter, who was speechless and silent, just held the girl's little hand and sat quietly by the bed.

Close your eyes, feel the body temperature from your hands, and listen to the breath of this little figure who is dependent on you and wants to help you.

The slightly ups and downs in his heart, the unquenchable anger after the fight, seemed to be as calm as the surface of a lake.

The passage of time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Chapter No.16: Temporary Madness

When Desma opened his eyes, he woke up with a strong thirst and itching.

Having suffered such a serious injury before, when his consciousness began to blur, he already realized that he couldn't do it.

Gathering his friends to try to save the child's desire, but in the end it was in vain. Even if he was saved when he was on the verge of death, the result was just a little delay of his own death.

It should have been like this.

However, now he has woken up, without feeling any pain.

The itching in the wound continued to intensify, and Desma couldn't help reaching out and touching the bandage.Through the bandage, he felt a solid substance, a hardened scab, which meant that the wound that was enough to kill him had now healed completely.

Such a thing should be impossible, right?

Before he completely lost consciousness, he had a vague feeling of a little girl treating his wound. At that time, he could judge that there should be no priests or epidemic doctors in the team who have the ability to heal. At the same time, medicines are not sufficient.

They should have no way to save themselves.

However, he is still alive and healed completely. He only needs to wait for a few days, and the scars will fall off by themselves, and he is alive.

It shouldn't be, how did they do it?

Could it be that……

Disma, who seemed to have thought of a certain possibility, couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

He got up from the bed and stood on the ground again. The massive blood loss before had somewhat affected him. Disma had to stand against the wall for a while before he stabilized his mind.Step by step, he opened the door of his hut, and he began to look for his savior.

It is said to be searching, but in fact, the approximate location can be seen at a glance. After all, the light in the hall can be seen from the corridor.

Squeak - squeak -

The old wooden floor will make a clear sound when stepped on.

Disma supported the wall and walked for a while. After almost overcoming the dizziness in his head, he let go of his hand and walked slowly to the position in the hall.

Just approaching the hall, he could smell the pungent smell of blood. When he walked in, Disma could see that his back was facing him, and beside the firelight, he was peeling the flesh of a festering, dog-like animal. down the hunter.

tear-

Among the splashing blood, it was the hunter who tore apart the giant dog's skin full of pus and the rotten flesh on the surface with his bare hands.

some painful moaning sound