Blood of the Hunting God

The clothes were neatly folded on the stool outside the bathroom, and the little girl soaked her whole body in the hot water, feeling the heat flowing on her skin, and couldn't help showing an expression of enjoyment.

Ah, it's awesome, the feeling of taking a bath.

As a girl, Abigail naturally loves to be clean.

However, during the ten or so days of corruption in the wilderness, under the condition of tight resources, it is impossible for the girl to have time to clean up.So she has been trying to endure, even if there is a strange smell on her body, she doesn't do anything. The only extravagance is to wipe her body with a small basin of water and a towel, but even so, she regrets it later. For a while, I felt that I was wasting the materials that the hunters worked so hard to collect.

And today, she can finally take a good bath.

"La la la ~ la la ~"

The little girl, who was in a great mood, even patted her little feet and started humming.

This kind of childish attitude, when alone, I don't mind indulgence, but Mr. Hunter can't let Mr. Hunter see himself like this.

Thinking of this, Abigail blushed subconsciously.

squeak-

Then, the door opening and footsteps were heard.

"Hey?"

Turning his head, he saw a familiar figure with an expressionless face.

"Oh, it's Mr. Hunter, you want to take a bath too?"

"……(nod)"

"Hmm, that's true..."

"...?"

"Yes, that's how it is..."

"?"

"Wow ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

"???"

The girl's scream resounded throughout the room the next moment.

Chapter 32: Casablanca

Clean, warm beds.

There is no musty smell, no dust that can't be cleaned up, and there are nightdresses to change into.

"Ha woo..."

The little girl buried herself in the quilt and screamed.

An hour ago, while Abigail was taking a bath, the hunter walked straight into the bathroom.

Obviously, both the hunter and Disma completely treated her as a child, and didn't realize that the girl already had the awareness of the difference between men and women.So when Disma knew that there was Abigail in the bathroom, he didn't realize anything, but asked the hunter to bring some change of clothes to wash normally.And then, when the hunter saw the body, Abigail, who was emotional for a while, screamed subconsciously, and everyone in the room heard it all at once.

[Miss Abigail is no longer a child, she already understands the difference between boys and girls, you still need to pay more attention.Alright, alright, from now on, don’t let her get in touch with boys when cleaning and bathing]

The servant Mona who rushed over after hearing the sound taught the hunter and Disma seriously for a while, and then Abigail was considered clean.

But, but, as expected, I'm still very shy, this kind of thing...

"Woooooooo..."

Recalling the situation just now, the girl couldn't help wrapping up the quilt tightly and wrapping herself into a ball.

Mr. Hunter saw the body...

Although the tub for bathing blocked most of the body, what the hunter could actually see was the girl's smooth shoulders and small collarbone. It can be said that there was basically no benefit content displayed.

However, I still feel lost

People.

"call……"

Tightly, holding the little bear puppet in her arms, the little girl closed her eyes, and suddenly sighed softly.

Mr. Hunter, he didn't think of her as a girl at all.

However, it is natural to think so, right?

After all, I don't have big breasts, my butt is not upturned, and I am short, so I really can't tell the difference from a kid.

"Oh, I'll grow up, I'll grow up."

In the murmured voice, the girl hugged the doll tightly. While dreaming about how she would become a sexy adult in the future, she gradually fell asleep.

If that day comes, if I grow up.

Mr. Hunter, how would you look at yourself?

Abigail, who seemed to be dreaming of a good dream, showed a sweet smile in her deep sleep.

After Abigail fell asleep, the hunter, who hadn't slept for a while, was standing on the balcony on the second floor, leaning on the railing and silently watching the bustling town in front of him.

Even in the middle of the night, there are still many passers-by coming and going in the town. Due to the long-term fighting, some hunters have more or less mental changes and develop various strange problems, including many People like to sleep during the day and be active at night. Over time, a group of night walkers appeared in this town.Well, even so, the day here is only illuminated by the moon, and it is not really a day at all.

The hunter was thinking, thinking about where he was going.

I have a mission.

From the beginning to the end, the hunter has not forgotten this.

I came to this world with a mission and an important purpose.

Although I can't think of it now, the hunter can be sure that he definitely didn't appear in order to become a hunter, complete various tasks every day to get paid, take care of Abigail, and live a peaceful life in this small town.Although such a behind-the-scenes sound is not bad, it can never be his own mission.

So, what is your mission?

[In order to completely seal the filth, the old gods used themselves as containers, making themselves the source of filth]

[As long as the old god is killed, the source of the filth will be cut off, it will dissipate, and it will no longer exist]

【So, as long as the act of killing the gods is completed, the world will usher in the moment of salvation】

Then, at this moment, what Disma had said was suddenly remembered by the hunter.

Old God?

The ancient gods who have turned the entire corrupt field into a place of terror, and are said to be able to rule the earth, are now the source of darkness that has become corrupt.

If you really have a certain mission, you must complete something.

Will it be...

"Cough cough!"

The suppressed, but unable to completely suppress the painful coughing sound.

It seemed to be the voice of a child, accompanied by the sound of spitting out something, and a faint, but quite clear smell of blood to the hunter.

Is something wrong?

Sensing something unusual, the hunter turned and walked towards the source of the sound.It was located on the third floor, a room that didn't seem to have anything special. Walking to the door, the hunter heard the sound of panting again, and without hesitation, he pushed the door open. "

The dim starry sky casts a faint light, and the street lights shine up from below, slightly illuminating the house in front of me.

It was a girl, a girl who looked even smaller than Abigail.

The long white hair reaches to the waist, but it looks very dry and dull, and it seems that it is rarely taken care of.

The dark red eyes are still very clear even in the dark, like two bright gems.

"Cough cough... I'm sorry, cough, did I disturb you?"

After a suppressed cough, there was blood dripping from the corner of the girl's mouth. It was pitch black, not the color of blood that a normal person should have.

A lot of blood-stained paper balls had been thrown on the ground beside the bed. The girl probably wanted to throw the tissues in the trash can beside the bed, but her physical weakness made her unable to do so, so the ground in the room would be It looks a little messy.

The hunter looked towards the small table beside the bed and saw the empty bowls and chopsticks.He remembered that during the dinner before, he had seen Desma serve a serving, and it seemed that it was served for this girl.

She is dying.

The hunter could see the opponent's weakening breath.

"You are...Mr. Hunter, right?"

From the slightly empty sleeves were skinny arms. The girl's voice seemed a little hoarse, but it couldn't hide a trace of childish curiosity in it.

Hunter nodded silently.

"Well, it's the same as Uncle Disma said, you don't like to talk...cough..."

The understanding girl nodded slightly, then coughed up another mouthful of blood.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Hunter, I accidentally disturbed you, ahem..."

"My name is Casablanca, Mr. Hunter, and you can call me Blanca if you don't mind.

That's it. "

The girl who said this coughed a few more times, and a trace of sleepiness could be seen on her thin face.

Nodding his head, the hunter didn't stay any longer.He knew that the girl in front of him was in poor condition, so he closed the door without disturbing her.It could be seen that the girl named Blanca actually wanted to say something, but she couldn't have a good chat because of her physical condition.

Speaking of which, Disma once said that he wanted to get the [Goddess's Blessing] because he wanted to save a child's life.

In the end, because of the failure of the operation, it was the hunter who got the last bottle of [Goddess's Blessing] and saved the life of Disma who was about to die at that time.

Thinking of something, the hunter stopped and looked towards the quiet door in the darkness, as if he could see through the wooden door and see the sluggish girl inside.

Is this a mockery of fate?

The hunter was thinking from the bottom of his heart, but remained silent, and just continued to walk.

"Wow, come here, come here!"

"Mr. Hunter really went to see Sister Blanca."

"Hey, everyone, run away, Aunt Mona saw that she will be punished for copying books tomorrow."

Well, it seems that there are still quite a few children who haven't slept, hiding and observing themselves secretly.

The hunter noticed some movement from the stairs not far away. With his strong visual ability, he saw many little boys and girls in pajamas and nightdresses running away and running into the house one by one.

"Why are there still voices so late? It's very bad to stay up late. Who is not good?"

The servant named Mona's voice sounded from downstairs, and a little girl who was about to run downstairs immediately showed a flustered expression.

After a brief hesitation, the girl suddenly mustered up her courage, turned around and ran towards the hunter.

"Hunter, Mr. Hunter, please, let me hide for a while, just hide for a while."

Then, hiding behind the puzzled hunter, he squatted down and pretended to be a hamster with his head in his hands.

Chapter 33: Edelweiss

"Master Hunter, may I ask if you saw a few children running up?"

Not long after, Mona came up to the third floor, looked at the hunter in front of her and bowed slightly, and then asked.

"...?"

The hunter, who did not speak, stared at Mona innocently and confusedly.

"Okay, but Master Hunter, children of this age need to sleep well to grow their bodies. Please don't let them play too late."

Looking at the little girl crouching behind the hunter with her head in her arms, Mona sighed, said something seriously to the hunter, and then bowed again, Then he turned and went downstairs and left.

Blinking, the hunter who didn't quite understand the situation looked at the little girl hiding behind him, then looked at the place where Mona left, and probably understood what was going on.

"Huh, Mr. Hunter, Mr. Hunter, is Aunt Mona gone?"

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, the cautious child raised his head and asked while tugging at the hem of the hunter's clothes.

Hunter nodded silently.

"Oh, that's great, I almost thought I was going to be taught by Aunt Mona again."

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to pat her flat chest with a reassuring expression.

No, you will definitely be taught a lesson later.