At the village entrance, a small group of village militia members who hadn't managed to escape were now surrounded by a golden-haired, dark-skinned, pointy-eared girl riding atop a bone rhino, along with the great horde of bone beasts and werewolves at her side.
"Help, help meeeee!!"
"No!"
"Spare us!"
"Please, let us go!!"
"Stay back!"
"Waaaah!!!"
"Won't somebody save us?!!"
The village guards who had seemed so brave and valiant during the day had long since had their weapons snatched away or bitten in half by the werewolves. Surrounded by huge werewolves baring their fangs and drooling, along with one terrifying bone beast after another, the men and women could do nothing but huddle together on the ground, clinging to one another and wailing.
"Hah!"
"Now you know how to beg for your lives?"
"Surely you haven't forgotten me?"
"Back then..."
"When I was just like you, kneeling on the ground and begging you to forgive me, how did you treat me?"
"Answer me!"
After hearing the village guards' cries and pleas, the golden-haired, dark-skinned, pointy-eared girl did something unexpected. She raised a hand, stopping the werewolves and bone beasts, who had looked ready to devour anyone in sight. Then she calmly urged her bone rhino forward, pushing her way through the beasts until she reached the group of men and women. Looking down at them from atop her mount, she taunted them in a haughty, triumphant voice.
"..."
"..."
"..."
But none of the villagers who had been disarmed by the monsters dared to speak.
They continued to huddle tightly together, staring with wide, terrified, confused eyes at the dark-skinned, pointy-eared girl confronting them. They had no idea why she would suddenly say something so inexplicable.
"Right!"
"You probably can't recognize me anymore."
"Fair enough!"
"I'm not that filthy,