Crack—
Without hesitation, Linsey drove his Long Dagger forward, instantly piercing the treant's head.
Then... the thing did not die.
Its head pierced by cold steel, the treant roared and began to struggle.
It was clearly unwilling to let its fate end here.
But its struggle was useless. Its body had been disrupted by source material, and its head was nailed to the ground by the Long Dagger. Its so-called resistance could not stir up any trouble now, and Linsey did not even need to respond to it.
Hearing the strange commotion, Dan, who had already lain down, raised her head to check the situation.
"Haha—"
The Female Hunter could not hold back her laughter before offering a reminder. "This thing has obvious plant-like traits, so its weakness probably isn't in its head. Look at its back, too. It took two arrows before its body was finally paralyzed. That means its weakness is in its torso, but it isn't the heart. Try its abdomen."
Linsey nodded to show he understood, then pulled out the dagger and stabbed down again.
Crack!
This time, the cold blade pierced the bark on the treant's abdomen.
Linsey could clearly feel the dagger severing many tiny pipe-like things inside the treant's abdominal body. The treant, which had still been able to groan a few times, gradually stiffened. Its mouth hung open, and its pupils lost their light.
After that strike, it finally went completely still.
The Female Hunter's judgment from experience had been extremely accurate. The treant's fatal weakness was indeed in its abdomen.
Yet Linsey felt no joy at having succeeded in his revenge.
It was not because he had some kind of moral scruple about killing, nor because emptiness had filled his heart after achieving revenge.
It was because, at that very instant—