Blood of the Hunting God

turn your head, little girl

You can see the emotions conveyed in the hunter's eyes.

【Don't be afraid, if someone dares to hit you, I will kill him】

What the hunter wants to express is very simple and direct.

"I'm not afraid, all right, all right, Mr. Hunter, we should move on."

Abigail chuckled at the hunter's rare childishness, and felt that her mood had improved a little. She took the hunter's hand and quickly followed Disma in front of her.

Although the surrounding environment is somewhat scary, but if Mr. Hunter is around, he won't feel scared.

The girl who was thinking this way couldn't help but feel warm in her heart, and the smile on the corner of her mouth never restrained.

But soon, the girl couldn't laugh anymore.

"Well, that's the truth. There are only two beds."

After walking for a day, he came to a temporary hut for hunters to spend the night. Disma pointed to the two bunks in the house and said to the hunter and Abigail behind him.

"The hunter and I take turns keeping vigil. I'll come in the first half of the night, and you can be the hunter in the second half of the night? If not, I'll come in the second half of the night and you can come in the first half of the night. Well, if you want to sleep, I'll sleep on the smaller bed." Alright, the big hunter, you and the little girl can squeeze together."

Disma said so, and soon the planning and arrangement ended, and the hunter who had no opinion on this nodded in agreement.

"One, one sleep together?!"

Then, Abigail, who was holding the cloth bear doll, couldn't help but blushed and exclaimed softly.

Chapter 21: Sharing the same bed

This kind of development is really not right anyway, right?

There was a breeze blowing in the wilderness at night, and because of the isolation of the house, the stench of the poisonous swamp was greatly relieved.

After the ignited fire was extinguished, after taking a pill to avoid poison, Disma said that he was going to watch the night at the gate.Unlike Abigail and the hunter, whose physique seems to be different from ordinary people, although Disma has better fighting power than ordinary people, he still cannot be immune to the poisonous gas that is everywhere in the corrupt field.Therefore, every other day or two, he must take one of these anti-drug pills. For hunters who go out in the wild, this is also a special necessity.

But that's not the point.

The hunter's ration was very, very unpalatable. It was much, much more unpalatable than the meat skewers grilled by Mr. Hunter. It was so unpalatable that Abigail's whole face turned bitter when she chewed it for the first time.But in the end she still swallowed it patiently. After all, this is not normal, and she can't indulge herself in an extraordinary period. No matter how bitter or astringent something is, she has to swallow it.

Abigail is not an ignorant kid, knowing that now is not the time to be willful, so she will bear it well.

But that's not the point.

"One, sleeping together or something..."

Amidst the sound of crying, the whole face of the little girl turned rosy.

"Uh, what's wrong with that?"

Disma looked at Abigail with some doubts.

"...?"

Although he didn't speak, the hunter also had an undisguised doubt on his face.

Ah, got it, totally got it.

The little girl showed a dull expression at this moment.

The two adults in front of them didn't treat Abigail as the opposite sex at all, because of her immature appearance, whether it was Disma or the hunter, they just treated her like a child.

Disma made the decision to let her share a bed with the hunter only because Abigail often clings to the hunter.Because it can be seen that Abigail likes to be around the hunter, he regards it as a child's closeness to a familiar adult.

As for the hunter, uh, Abigail really doesn't know whether he has a clear concept of men and women.

All in all, after the moon disappears from the sky, it is the night time of this world.Disma stood guard at the door of the half-destroyed house, while the hunter lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, obviously ready to sleep.

"That... Mister Hunter..."

The little girl's trembling voice came from the ear.

Opening his eyes and turning his head, the hunter saw Abigail who was hugging the cloth bear doll by the bed and blushing.

"Mr. Hunter, that, that, I, I came up?"

Fragile, faint, almost entirely to himself.

If it wasn't for the fact that the hunter's ears were much better than ordinary people's, maybe he couldn't hear anything at all, right?

Nodding his head, the hunter moved his body to make room for Abigail.

It is said that the big bed is actually made of rotten mats and animal skins, which is barely better than the cold and hard floor.This thing is tattered and dusty everywhere, and if you smell it carefully, you can even smell a little foul smell. It belongs to the thing that can only barely lie down and make do with it.

But the hunter doesn't have any feeling about this, he is very adaptable to this aspect, maybe even if he accidentally rolled into the cesspit, he can get up with a normal face, and if there are enemies, he can even get up Pick up shit from the cesspit and throw it at the opponent.

The warm touch is transmitted from the side.

"It's the first time... to sleep with Mister Hunter..."

In the trembling girl's voice for some reason, it was that small body lying beside her.

The blue eyes stared at the hunter's closed eyes. Even when he was sleeping, the hunter didn't intend to take off his clothes at all. The gun was still pinned to his waist, and the meat saw and giant sword were placed beside him. It can be obtained at any time from a distance, and the mask is not even taken off.

Mr. Hunter looks like he is asleep.

Abigail felt her heart beating faster.

Obviously, I was already aware of the age difference between men and women, but after the two adults misunderstood the situation, I deliberately didn't say it, but chose to wait quietly without explaining, half panic and half anticipation.

Staying by Mr. Hunter's side like this makes me feel very at ease.

Obviously at the age where all kinds of throbbing will occur in the bottom of my heart, but pretending to be a real child to do such a thing, ah, if Mr. Hunter knows what he thinks, will he feel that he is a bad boy?

but……

Closing her eyes, the little girl put her forehead on the hunter's shoulder.

But this feeling is really good.

I can feel so clearly that this figure who has been protecting me is so close and so close to me, as long as I stretch out my hand, I can hug him, and let my breath be completely submerged in the other person's embrace.

If you do that, it's acting like a baby, right?

In such a perilous environment, being too coquettish will definitely bring trouble to Mister Hunter, right?

The little girl hesitated slightly, but finally gave up on further actions.

She felt her heart pounding, as if mixed with joy and guilt, but vaguely as if something new was about to be conceived.

But in the end, she got a little closer to some hunters, let her small body slightly stick to the hunter's side, while feeling the hunter's body temperature and breath, while closing her eyes, she gradually fell into this tranquility. In deep sleep.

Mr. Hunter's breath, I like it very much...

If I could, if I could...

"..."

The hunter opened his eyes with a troubled expression.

It's so tight.

Abigail, who fell asleep at some point, stretched out her hand and hugged the hunter's arm in her arms, making a very reassuring cry.

Clinging tightly like an insecure animal.

The hunter, who was so sleepless, showed an even more confused expression because of this.

If you want to have a good rest, you really need this girl to sleep on a bed by yourself in the future. The hunter doesn't want to be caught with the hand that can draw a gun or hold a knife while sleeping. Sleeping would be worse than killing him.

Hunter, rare, slightly, a little disgusted with the girl beside him.

"Yawn~"

Disma, who knew nothing about the interaction between the two behind, was still guarding the door seriously.

Chapter 22: Dreams and Journeys

huh-huh-

Saw something in a dream.

The crispy biscuits baked in the palm of your hand, the gentle smiling faces of the family members who can no longer remember the specific appearance, the sunlight shining on the glass of milk through the window in the morning, and a beautiful day that starts after devout prayers.

But why... will it disappear...

【Witch! 】

It seems to see the warm sunshine disappearing little by little.

Where did those voices come from?

【heresy! 】

Such a frenzied, hoarse voice.

The faces of the shouting people could not be seen, their appearances were blurred, but their voices continued to resound deafeningly.

[Hang her! 】

Why, do such a thing?

Why does it have to be like this in the end?

I... did something wrong?

【Die! 】

pain……

Got hit by something.

【Die!to die!to die! 】

It hurts……

Who grabbed the hair, stepped on the stomach, cut off the flesh with a knife, stuck it to the body with charcoal fire, grabbed it and sank into the water, and dragged it on the street with its feet tied Yes, whoever will sentence him to hang him.

【Die!to die!to die!to die!to die! ! ! 】

Really...it hurts...

The knot hanging down was enlarged bit by bit in the eyes.

After that, will it not hurt anymore?

"what……"

wake up.

The rough and dirty bed, coupled with the cold wind blowing outside, made the girl who woke up feel sore all over.

However, he could smell a reassuring scent and cling tightly to his arms.

"Hey?"

It's a hunter's coat.

At this moment, on the straw mat animal skin floor in this safe house, Abigail was holding tightly in her arms the trench coat that belonged to the hunter.

Has Mr. Hunter taken off his coat and given it to himself?

After a slight loss of consciousness, it was the girl who sat up from the straw mat, hugged the coat in her arms and looked to her side.

The hunter, who had taken off his coat and only had his inner lining, was standing against the wall by the gate, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.Disma looks like

When he woke up, he was yawning and packing his things.

"Yo, little girl, wake up. Uh, is this a nightmare?"

Noticing Abigail getting up from the bed, Disma greeted casually, then noticed the girl's strangeness and became puzzled.

"...No, it's nothing, maybe I haven't woken up too much."

The girl who spoke in this way avoided the sight of Disma and the hunter for a while, and stretched out her hand to wipe her moist eye sockets.

I cried myself.

But why are you crying?

I can't remember what I saw in my dream.