It Won't Taste Good Once It's Cold / A Bizarre Death

"Sure."

Without refusing her, Scribe waved the roasted rabbit in his hand and said to her.

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Koinatsu."

Chapter 183 It won't taste good if it gets cold.

"Koinatsu?"

Upon hearing the name, the Scribe couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

If my memory serves me right, shouldn't Koinatsu be the name of the future Oiran?

Is it the same person, or just someone with the same name?

Just as he was wondering, birds suddenly flew out from the distant forest.

Immediately following was First Form of loud shouts.

Moreover, clusters of firelight could be seen through the gaps in the leaves.

With his excellent hearing and sense of smell, the Scribe can obtain even more useful information.

The sound of boots hitting the ground, the smell of gunpowder burning, and the smell of blood.

"Three... five... ten, ten people?"

Pulling himself back to his senses, Scribe slowly spoke to Koinatsu, who was not far away.

"What exactly did you do to warrant ten fully armed men coming to arrest you?"

Upon seeing the distant firelight, Koinatsu's already tense expression turned even more frightened.

"They're here! They've come to arrest me! How did they find me so quickly?!"

Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, and even through the dust, Scribe could see the deathly pallor of despair on her face.

Koinatsu ran up to Scribe knelt down in front of him.

Big brother, please save me!

With one hand gripping Scribe's trouser leg, Koinatsu's face was filled with tension and panic.

Seeing her so flustered, Scribe remained silent.

Even before Koinatsu appeared, she sensed that other humans were approaching.

At first, he thought there was no necessary connection between the two.

But now it seems that's not the case.

On Koinatsu's calf, Scribe discovered a mark resembling a cut.

The smell of this blood was exactly the same as the smell of the approaching humans.

So, is it possible that those guys came to capture Koinatsu?

Thinking of this, the Scribe narrowed his eyes slightly.

He rarely gets involved in other people's affairs, but the situation is slightly different now.

The Scribe doesn't believe that arresting a minor girl isn't for profit.

This behavior, bordering on trafficking, has crossed the line for Scribe.

Scribe stuffed the roasted rabbit he had taken a few bites of into Koinatsu's hand, and then pushed her behind him.

"Hide well, don't look around."

"Ah, wow, good."

Koinatsu was somewhat surprised that Scribe agreed to her request so easily.

She had already prepared herself for which direction to leave if the Scribe insisted on remaining a bystander.

After shielding Koinatsu behind him, Scribe raised his head and said something to the air.

"Go and see what their specific situation is."

A sound like a crow's caw came from the air, followed by the sound of wings flapping.

Taking advantage of this moment, the Scribe drew his Nichirin Blade, scabbard and all, from his waist and planted it in the ground.

With his immense power, the Nichirin Blade penetrated five centimeters deep into the ground.

Seeing this scene, Koinatsu, who was hiding behind the Scribe, couldn't help but twitch.

She had never seen a human who could smash a scabbard five centimeters into the ground like that before.

Before she could utter a few more words of reflection, a hoarse voice suddenly came from above.

"Ten men, equipped with hunting rifles and knives, worked closely together, were very cautious, and were experienced."

Having never heard such a sound before, Koinatsu's already tense nerves tightened even more.

He shuddered involuntarily, and his back was soaked with sweat.

"Don't be nervous, they're one of us."

With a slight smile, Scribe reached out and patted Koinatsu behind her.

"Well, to be precise, it's my own bird."

Scribe's words were somewhat puzzling, but before she could react to their meaning, a rustling sound came from the surrounding grass.

Then, ten fully armed figures appeared and surrounded Scribe and Koinatsu.

"It's... it's them!"

Looking at the ten people who appeared, Koinatsu gritted her teeth and said in a trembling voice.

"It was them who killed everyone else in my village. My parents died, everyone died."

Her trembling voice carried a hint of terror, revealing that a shadow had fallen upon Koinatsu's heart.

"I'm sure I'm not mistaken."

A man who looked like the team leader exchanged a few words with his companion, seemingly confirming whether the person behind Scribe was Koinatsu.

Upon seeing his teammate nod, the man immediately revealed a sinister smile.

"Kid, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."

The man twisted his neck, opened his mouth, and revealed a mouthful of white teeth.

"If you can leave now, I can pretend nothing happened."

After saying that, he flexed his fingers, and the cracking sound echoed through the forest.

"Have a finger in the pie?"

After hearing the man's words, the Scribe showed a look of doubt.

Judging from their tone, it seems they think they were right to arrest people?

"Nonsense, do you know who we're working for?"

With a cold laugh, the man waved his hand, signaling his men to take action.

Upon receiving the boss's order, one of the men immediately took out a gun from behind his back.

Take the gun, load it, load the ammunition, and aim.

A few seconds later, a dark gun barrel was pointed at the Scribe.

With keen intuition, the Scribe could clearly sense that the man was aiming at his own head.

"Forget it, a ronin like you probably wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you."

Seeing that the Scribe did not move, the man thought he had been scared out of his wits.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Go, or die here for the sake of that little guy behind you!"

The instant he finished speaking, a piercing explosion rang out, completely drowning out the crackling sound of the burning wood.

"Boom!"

A crescent-shaped beam of light shot out, cutting through the ground as it flew away.

Wherever it went, it cut a two-finger-wide crack in the ground.

Huge clouds of dust were stirred up, and leaves were swept up in them.

Before they could even react, the team member who was aiming his gun at the Scribe was pierced through by the light.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock"

His expression froze on his face; he had no idea what had happened.

Drops of blood trickled down his cheek and onto the ground, creating a small bloodstain.

"Splash!"

With a gust of wind and the sound of muscles tearing, the team member collapsed to the ground.

The body was split in two from the very center of the forehead, and the cut was quite smooth, like a piece of butter that had been cut.

Scribe covered Koinatsu's eyes, not wanting to add any more burden to her already tense nerves.

"This isn't something you should be watching. Let's eat."

The voice rang out, and the Scribe spoke calmly.

It won't taste good if it gets cold.

Chapter 184 Mysterious Death

The man was stunned when his teammate was cut in half.

The Scribe's words were like the whispers of a demon, lingering in his mind and refusing to dissipate.

His head trembled uncontrollably as if powered by an electric motor, and he slowly looked to the side.

The cut-open body was still radiating heat, and drops of blood slowly flowed down the cut surface and into the ground.

The rising steam, tinged with red, gradually evaporated into the air.

Not only that, the man also saw the organs inside.

The cut intestines would occasionally twitch, and undigested food would flow out of the stomach.

"Vomit!"

With his mouth agape, the man, who had never witnessed such a scene before, could no longer hold back.

He knelt down on one knee, and semi-runny vomit came out of his mouth.

The other team members were the same, their faces growing paler by the last.

Although Koinatsu, who was being protected by Scribe behind her, didn't see what happened, she could tell from their vomiting that something unacceptable must have happened.

The Scribe neither spoke nor made a move, but simply watched silently as the man and his teammates vomited violently.

After a while, the smell of blood in the air began to fade a little.

The remaining nine people also swayed as they stood up from the ground, their complexions slightly better.

It wasn't that they didn't want to keep vomiting, but that they had already emptied their stomachs of food and gastric juices just now!

Are you feeling better?

With a slight smile, Scribe spoke as if he were a doctor caring for a patient.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Go, or die here for the sake of the little guy behind me."

How familiar those words were! Just moments ago, the man had used those same words to mock and ridicule the Scribe.

But in just that short time, a dramatic change occurred between the two sides.

"I..."

The man swallowed hard, looking somewhat hesitant.