The Hunter Siblings II

The corpse lying in the snow had nearly frozen into an ice pop, but its appearance in life could still be vaguely discerned. It had been around forty or fifty years old, in the prime of its life. Its features had been fairly regular, and its brows and eyes vaguely marked it as a local. It wore thick fur clothing and still clutched a short bow in one hand. At a glance, it was clearly a hunter from the Lantorilan region.

Brando had already determined the man's identity, but before he could reply, Freya, who was crouching beside the corpse, said sorrowfully, "The fatal wound was an arrow wound in the back, just like the corpse we found before. However, this one should have died on the spot."

"The wounds on the corpse we encountered earlier should also have been inflicted somewhere nearby. That hunter's injuries were lighter, though. After escaping from here, he was attacked by a Frost Sprite and died only then." Laurenna looked at the corpse in the snow and said indignantly, "The nobles of Eluin are truly outrageous."

"The nobles of Cruz are about the same. Besides, our enemy is a Cultist first and foremost. You bear some responsibility for this as well." The black-haired female knight answered coldly from her horse nearby.

Laurenna glanced at her and barely managed to hold back her retort.

That isn't entirely unreasonable, Brando thought, but he did not join in. Instead, he raised his head and said to everyone, "If the battle took place nearby, then this should originally have been Anlek's campsite. Spread out and search both sides. See if you can find any clues."

Before he had finished speaking, a whistle rang out from the forest, as if to confirm his words. It was a signal his