"Let's go. Don't waste time."
"Okay, Rotten Persimmon."
The group ignored the corpse on the ground and left.
One of the players at the back also picked up the Hatchet along the way. They had no choice; they were so poor they didn't have a single decent piece of equipment, and this Hatchet was far more useful than a rusty kitchen knife.
They continued for about ten minutes before suddenly hearing another round of screams and curses.
"...Damn beast! You made me slip! Oh, my handsome face, smeared with disgusting dirt just like that! Get away! Stop chasing me!"
Rotten Persimmon and his teammates exchanged glances, finding the scene strangely familiar.
"Let's take a look..."
Rotten Persimmon gave the order, then led the team toward the sound.
A few breaths later, they left the main road and spotted a blond young man being chased by a Plague-Infected Mad Dog at the foot of a weed-covered hillside.
The blond young man wore a feathered hat and a filthy cloak, with those handsome features and that tall frame...
"!!"
The seven or eight players, Rotten Persimmon included, were instantly dumbfounded.
Wasn't the fellow being chased by a dog the wandering Bard from earlier?! But he had just been killed. How had he appeared here again in the blink of an eye?!
Had he come back from the dead?
Or did he have a twin brother?
"Ah!"
The blond young man was knocked to the ground.
The mad dog opened its drool-filled jaws and savagely bit down on his neck.
"Rotten Persimmon..."
His companions from the God's Love Guild looked toward him.
But this time, Rotten Persimmon merely stood still with his brow furrowed, watching without intervening. He did not come to the rescue as he had before.
"Aaah!!"
With a scream, the