Chapter 17 Part2 (1/2)

After that, I went around looking to find out what happened in this village.

Among the houses, there was a woman who possibly tried to cover for her kid, who had bent her back over embracing her child. She was killed along with her child.

Possibly trying to defend his family from something, there was a man who had lost his head while holding farming tools.

In the back street.

The bodies were left behind, piled on top of each other, and a mountain of corpses was made.

I don't know if this is the chief of the village's house, but on the wall of the largest building's third floor, there was a crucified old man whose face was distorted in agony.

⸺The village was filled with death.

How many bodies have I seen?

How many tragic deaths did I come to know of?

How many times have I vomited?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know, anything.

”Someone……someone……”

I walked about the village⸺praying that there were survivors.

Anyone is fine, anything is fine.

I hoped for someone to be alive.

I looked all night.

The light of the moon mysteriously wrapped around the village.

Inside the barns.

The nooks of the square.

Alleys.

Garbage dumps.

Inside the well.

In the dark, I kept screaming even after my throat got worn out.

”Anyone! Is there anyone alive!?”

⸺That night, I couldn't find anyone alive.

Before dawn, I borrowed a bed without any bodies, and took a nap.

I was so shocked that I felt like my head was going to explode.

I fell into the bed.

I was at peace for a moment.

As if I was sinking into mud, I fell asleep.

Naturally as I didn't know dangers there might be, so I closed the entrance to the room with earth magic.

Then after several hours.

I got up, and removed the walls of earth.

At that time, I must have had empty eyes.

But then, I definitely heard.

⸺Katakatakata……

The hazy sound of something shaking.

Did something sway from the wind, or is something alive shaking?