“…. Tch, so the best girl died first, did she. Damn this wretched village, most of the women are lardasses”
They should have been preparing to leave the village now that only a few hours are left until dawn, but nobody would probably come to pay this frontier village a visit.
The Claws of the Black Bear mercenary band was a small band composed of those who had broken off from a major mercenary group.
In short, they were hoodlums walking the line between mercenaries and bandits.
The leader, Hans, saw that the small cask of brandy they found at the building that was formerly the village headman’s house was empty and threw it at his men.
After asking the details of the request, the village head was cut down with a sword to the back.
There were only 10 women decent enough to sleep with in the village, so after ravishing the best looking young girl he let his men have them.
Because the goal of this job was silencing, they were not allowed to sell the women as slaves.
All the mercenaries knew this, and so they treated the women roughly.
They were going to be killed anyway, so even though they will get injured, there was no need to worry since they weren’t going to be sold.
“Agaa, agh, aaa, aaaa ….”
Because she resisted she was badly beaten, and because of that, her beautiful teeth were all broken.
To keep her from running, her feet were cut from the ankles down and thrown on top of the corpse that was once her husband.
“Pu●●y, pu●●y feels good! More! Thrust more!”
“Speaking of which, it’s too bad about that young girl, huh”
“Joachim’s going after her. He’s probably doing her in some bushes somewhere, no?”
With vulgar laughter, the mercenaries raped the woman as they chugged their drinks.
It was about time for the men patrolling to make sure they didn’t miss anything and the vice-captain’s group who was assaulting the inn away from the village to return.
If they didn’t give him his share of prostitutes in town he’s surely going to complain.
“Oi, you lot! Hurry and finish up already”
“That reminds me, I’ve never done something like that”
“They say it feels incredibly tight …”
Her large breasts jiggled and spurted large amounts of blood.
“Aaah!? A …. AAAAAAaaAaaaaaAAAaAaaaAAAAAAaaA!!!!”
“Dumbass, you’re getting your clothes dirty!”
In the midst of the screaming, the door was loudly knocked.
The mercenary peeking from the slot-window smiled as he opened the door.
Sure, it was about time Gerrick and his men showed up, that much wasn’t weird.
Well, he would know what we’re doing, though.
That moment, Hans’ men screamed.
What came in was certainly Gerrick and his two men.
Bloodless skin, actions that don’t mind the body being destroyed, and the strength that came from that. Also the slight smell of rot.
“E, EEEEK!!?”
One of the men got his windpipe bitten by Gerrick’s corpse and died.
They fell into panic.
They had great strength but slow movements. They were a symbol of fear for ordinary villagers, but they weren’t frightening to adventurers and mercenaries if they were calm.
…… yes, if they were calm.
Almost all of these had been drinking and raping through the night.
Being attacked right when they had their guards down, two mone men died before they knew what was happening.
When the survivors somehow regained their posture, something came in through the door.
A resin covered in flames … a flaming arrow.
It seems to have had grasses or chemicals mixed in, when they caught fire they produced a lot of smoke, causing visibility to go down.
Hans took the shield and greatsword left by the table and ran towards the back door.
His men were screaming behind him but he ignored them.
He checked whether there was an ambush nearby from the dormer window just in case and went out alone.
If the horses hidden outside the village were alright, he could run away on his own…
It was a trap.
I had been waiting with a crossbow from behind a thicket where I could watch the back door.
Even if, at worst, they couldn’t kill all the mercenaries, getting them all to run away is fine, too.
Then, one mercenary came out. He was not wearing armor but had a shield and a weapon.
I had laid a little trap at the backdoor’s footstep.
The hope is to throw them off balance and make them fall, and if they fell on top of the bags, ripping them and covering themselves in oil, that would be the best.
As planned, the enemy fell and their feet were covered in oil.
The mercenary screamed and noticed me.
I threw the crossbow away and took another loaded crossbow.
The mercenary started running with his shield up front, but because of the oil his footing was unstable.
I didn’t expect him to still be able to run after taking two bolts. So I ran, I ran away to a place ten seconds away.
He fell into a pitfall trap I had made behind the thicket.
When I peered in, it looked like he fell in with a bad posture, the spine on his neck was broken, he was dead.
“….. Haa”
He died, I killed him. My second one.
If I was even slightly less prepared, if I didn’t prepare a spare crossbow beforehand, if I didn’t have the zombies dig a pitfall trap …. I would’ve been the one who died.
But still, now the mercenaries’ main force was incapacitated.
Then Astarte came running to me.
“Master Elliott, everything in the house was destroyed. The three zombies have been used up. Also … I found the girl in the stables”