Friends who killed often knew this.
Killing was easy; disposing of the body was hard.
That did not apply on this continent of swords and magic. All sorts of people died every day in this world, and slavery was even permitted by various nations, so laws protecting human rights were nothing more than a luxury.
Disposing of a body was not difficult, because there was no need to deliberately "dispose" of it. You could just toss a corpse aside.
Whether it was a stinking ditch outside the city or the slums beneath some secluded corner tower within it, both were perfect places for anonymous corpses.
But Allen had no way to handle them so casually. After killing them, he had originally intended to immediately destroy the evidence, but when he realized how troublesome it would be to deal with the chunks of flesh scattered everywhere, he gave up on the idea and only planned to make a quick escape.
Then, deep in the forest outside Rigette City in the middle of the night, a helpful assistant arrived—one who no longer regarded Allen with half-lidded, indifferent eyes.
Thus, not only the corpses, but even the camp was burned completely clean in a single blaze.
When a man and a woman handled murder and corpse disposal together, it was often frighteningly fast.
The bandit hideout outside Rigette City had completely vanished from this world.
Before long, it would become ruins that no one cared about, wouldn't it?
That should have been the case.
But what if, from the beginning of the hunt to the end of the cover-up, someone in the distance had watched the entire process?
Would this grand hunt for Maned Wolves be recorded in their eyes, along with the now-vanished bandit hideout?
As the traces of fire faded, two