CH 64.2

The bald man, Zakir, waved a chain sickle in his hand. Litty was curious about the unfamiliar weapon, but she kept mum.

She analyzed the performance of the weapon in her mind in her own way. With her usual concentration, she imagined many times what it would be like if she were to fight.

“Adventurers who have been praised for some achievement, adventurers who have defeated some monsters by themselves… Many such people came to take my life. However…” (Zakir)

There was no doubt in everyone’s mind that the man, Zakir, was the bandit boss.

With a jarring sound, Zakir raised his chain sickle. He was showing off his might by declaring how many people he had executed with this weapon.

“Taking care of those people was a piece of cake. They were all nothing but spoiled brats who only knew how to fight head-on.” (Zakir)

Zakir spun his chain sickle with a shrug, showing its strength.

“You…” (Litty)

“Nn?” (Zakir)

“Why did you become a bandit? Why did you kill people?” (Litty)

“You are seemingly very young to be an adventurer. Hey, look at this. I hear that the adventurers’ talent pool is getting smaller and smaller these days. Now they are even bringing their pets with them.” (Zakir)

“Myaaan!” (Myan)

Myan’s threats fell on deaf ears, and after Zakir’s words, the bandits gave a vulgar laugh. They pointed all kinds of verbal abuse and slander at Litty.

But Litty’s face did not even twitch. It was because it didn’t resonate with her. Litty could not understand at all what was so funny that they were laughing.

“You asked why I became a bandit, right? It’s easy, it’s more lucrative than being an adventurer. The more you kill and loot, the more money you get.” (Zakir)

“You don’t have any resistance to killing?” (Litty)

“What’s there to be resistant about?” (Zakir)

“…”

Litty’s anger could be felt by everyone present. Charl, who acted as if he owned the place, held up his Halberd and smiled as if he had achieved his purpose.

Just as the bandits were puzzled by the discrepancy, the other members of the Red Flag made their move.

“Fire Bullet!”

Countless flames shot out and hit the bandits in the front row. Immediately after their bodies were struck down, flames flared up from the shots.

The speed of these fire bullets made them nearly impossible to see with the naked eye. They excelled in speed and density, a result of Caron’s efforts.

“Damn, damn it! Zakir, what do we do?”

“Attack! We have a number advantage!” (Zakir)

“We can’t do that.”

What stood in the way was a wall. No, it was Daido, whom the bandits perceived as such. With him at the head, the bandits who approached were cut down with a greatsword.

The bandits were unable to attack Daido because of his huge frame and unusually wide attack range.

“That’s it, go, go, go, go!” (Zakir)

“Kyaaa!”

“Guuaaaah!”

Jennifer weaved her way through the bandits, swinging her sabers in both hands. No one could catch her dance moves, and they were cut to pieces without any chance to put on the resistance.

An Idol did not only sing and dance. Her steady body movements and rhythms were unmistakably specialized for combat.

The bandits, whose numbers were dwindling, were screaming in agony in the midst of her dance.

“Earth! Rise! Titus, Spirit of Earth!”

A man near Zakir performed a summoning technique. Then, as if growing out of the ground, the blocks piled up and took on human form.