Although they found those bandits suspicious, Durandal and Rita had only just arrived in this world. Moreover, the timing of this world did not match the last time they had come here, so they could not determine any useful information.
Thus, they naturally did not go out of their way to tell the villagers about it.
They simply kept it as a question in their hearts.
Then came the matter of lodging.
Logically speaking, so many people in the village had died before... leaving many houses vacant. However, many homes had been burned down by the bandits, and even if they had not been burned... staying in such houses would not be appropriate.
They were only staying for one night, and they still had things they wished to ask about, so it was naturally better to stay with someone.
Provided that household had spare rooms.
Most of the villagers welcomed Durandal and Rita.
That included the village chief. He had been fortunate enough to escape disaster earlier, and now said that his house was quite large and could easily accommodate two people.
Or rather, his house was the largest in the village.
But after glancing at the lecherous old man before them, even though Durandal and Rita were not worried that he harbored any improper thoughts toward them,
it was still difficult for them to overcome their aversion to staying in his home.
At that moment, several girls whom Durandal and Rita had saved earlier invited them to stay at their homes. Durandal then chose the prettiest girl among them...
Not for any other reason. She simply had the feeling... that the bandits' purpose might have had something to do with her.
With their lodging settled, the villagers began collecting the bodies of the dead. Everyone was deeply despondent. Many