61 3rd Statement: Team Businessman 3 (1/2)

For a moment, I thought that Senri and I were being watched. But I was wrong.

At the sound of my hairy scream, Senri, who had been blushing underneath me, turned her head, slipped out, grabbed her sword, and ran out of the tent.

I felt a little shameful, but I turned into a dog and followed her.

A warm wind blows in the wilderness at night. My nose, strengthened by my dog form, caught a repulsive smell. The strong smell of blood.

A number of people had been injured on the long journey so far, but this smell was not on that level.

He ran after Senri. Other mercenaries who had been resting heard the screams and came to join them.

And then they got to the source of the smell.

”...... What the hell is this?

It's ...... awful.

What lay there was a scene that could only be described as horrific.

Flesh and bones scattered in such a way that you can no longer tell how many people were there. The spattered blood formed a puddle, and the wind caused crimson ripples to rise.

One of the mercenaries who had gathered here took a step back at the sight of it. I walk carefully, trying not to let the spattered blood get on my white hair.

The wagon of the Gustar Trading Company was left nearby. It's a medium-sized business with about ten employees.

This was the resting place of the ...... Gustar Trading Company.

The merchant corps participating in this event is a large one, consisting of more than ten merchant associations. They are not that far apart from each other, but some of them are secretive, so when they rest, they usually rest in groups of merchants or merchant associations.

If they were attacked, they were supposed to call for help immediately, but apparently there was no point.

There was no one alive. There must have been guards and mercenaries guarding the place, but judging from the scattered pieces of flesh, they must have been wiped out.

The head of a man lying on the ground, half bitten off, belonged to one of the mercenaries I remembered. The horses had been killed, and only the wagon remained unlooted.

Even with my sense of smell, I couldn't tell how many people had died from the mangled pieces of meat.

But I went to all the merchants' houses during my break, so I must have seen some familiar faces. Is it fortunate that I can't identify them?

I let out a small whimper and mourned the death of the kind merchant who had given me so much.

”A beast, ......?　If it was a man, his goods would have been looted.

”But for a mere beast - was it you who screamed?

One of the mercenaries spoke to an odd-looking woman who was sitting near the scene of the tragedy.

She is a red-haired woman, dressed modestly, but with well-defined eyes and nose. Her face was as pale as if she had seen a monster, and her limbs were trembling.

Her face was pale as if she had seen a monster, and her limbs were trembling. She seemed to be choking, and despite her slender figure, her ample breasts were rising and falling with her heavy breathing.

I'll go get the captain. The person who did it might still be nearby!　Keep your guard up!

Are you okay?　What happened to ......?

One mercenary runs out to the other merchant's resting place, and the others approach the witness of the carnage.

They peer at the corpse from a distance.

Dismembering a human being is too violent and ...... too futile. If humans are going to kill humans, there are more efficient ways.

The scars are not from swords. They were caused by fangs and claws. I wonder if a beast as big as Arbatross would make such a sight.

The outside world is full of danger. I'm sure the guards and merchants are aware of this, but in this way, how fragile life is.

But I can't just sit back and watch.

I tapped the leg of Senri, who was standing in front of me with a grim expression on his face, with my paw.

Senri looks down at me. I looked at the woman who had found me and made a small noise. I can't speak now, but Senri's expression changes as if she understands what I'm saying.

There was a strong smell of blood.

Naturally, it was coming from the place where blood and flesh were spattered, but more than anything - it was coming from the woman who was the only witness, surrounded by mercenaries and sobbing.

There is no blood or flesh on the clothing of the woman who witnessed the incident. It's not the smell of blood on her person.

Mouth and fingernails. It's obvious to me as a dog even if it's not to my human sense of smell.

Above all, the woman's performance was so realistic that even a seasoned mercenary wouldn't notice it, but there was no scent of ............ 'fear'.

I know. I can smell fear, I can smell anger, I can smell joy, I can smell sadness, I can smell pleasure.

Senri looked ahead and drew the sword at his hip with ease.

There was little hesitation. He was surrounded by several other mercenaries, and turned to the woman who had taken him by the shoulders and was about to stand up.

”............, who are you?

”What?　What ...... are you talking about?

The woman shuddered and opened her eyes wide to stare at the holy sword.