Hunter of the Perished World

Ramfil nods as if he knows Leona's suffering from diarrhea.

“I know what you're feeling. When I first entered Fortress, I was incarcerated in the infirmary for dehydration. ”

That said, both Leona and Jean looked at Ramfil.

“Were you not born in Fortress? ”

“He's from out there. I can't remember where.... Point, I guess. ”

“Well, Wargrave rarely accepts outsiders. That's amazing.”

Fortress may be a soldier, but she has different missions. As with any army, Wargrave also has a large number of combat troops, but some of them are on non-combat duty.

And among them, a child is born, and the child grows up to be a soldier.

That's why it's normal to live and die in Wargrave Fortress until you're born. In Gene's question, Ramfil said as if it were nothing.

“Slatters pillaged my original home, and I was taken prisoner. About two years later, the slatters were wiped out by Wargrave, and I was raised as a soldier in Wargrave Fortress. ”

It was a sentence composed of overly dry words that reflected on my life. Ramfil was cooking a Searation for breakfast, and Leona took her share and asked as she ate.

“Prisoners? What do slatters do with prisoners? ”

“Slater's hobbies are as good as the slater's. Maybe it was a deathmatch between the prisoners. ”

“Precisely.”

When I was right about what I said, I looked at Ramfil because Gin was surprised.

“Wait, so you survived a Death Match? ”

Thinking about Ramfil's age, it only meant that he survived two years in Death Match as Leona had instructed him. Ramfil stares at Gin as if it couldn't be done, and Gene looks ridiculous in his natural gaze.

Leona was frightened, too. There was no such thing as the experience of killing a second time, ambushing or having a gun, or confronting an adult bigger than yourself and winning.

‘He was a good one to take from Wargrave.... ’

Ramfil seems to know why Wargrave, an exclusive group, took Ramfil like a refugee and turned him into a soldier.

A monster from the moment it was born? Leona keeps staring at Ramfil, wondering how he won, and he opens his mouth slowly.

“A man dies when he pokes a critical point. ”

That's all he said with that look on his face like he was telling me something about the secrets of the century.

“I know that. ”

“…… I don't have anything else to say. I stabbed him in the heart, and he died. ”

“Ah…. Yes..."

If it's fresh, it's fresh, and if it's creepy, it's creepy. A boy under the age of 16 survived the Death Match by stabbing an adult in the critical point of death. For two years. But Leona sighs as if it were fresh.

“I don't think Ramfil is more fun than you. ”

“… that sounds insulting? ”

Leona grins at Gin's harsh words.

“Well, then you think you're funny.... Ugh..."

Leona grips her belly and lowers her head to make fun of the pain.

“Now, wait... Just…."

Leona gets up staggering, and slowly walks back into the bush. Gene ridicules behind Leona with a smile.

“I don't know if I'm funny or not, but no one's as funny as you are. ”

“Everyone, shut up! Ugh!”

Leona plunges into the Hidden Forest. Apparently, it took Leona a few days to acclimatize to a greasy meal.

Gene was a little more curious about Ramfil. Slater's prisoner in the wilderness, not the finest of combatants. Even Ramfil's history was quite complicated, even if it wasn't as complicated as Leona's.

“I hate to ask, but did you get hit by a slater? ”

“Why do you ask? ”

“Those who survived Slater's hobby... Come on, it tastes good. ”

Some people who are captured and survived captivity somehow do not die. Some people are disturbed. It could be magic, it could be psychiatric medicine, it could be drugs, or it could be a simple mental disorder caused by pain. If Ramfil is responsible for these strange behaviors and ways of thinking, it may be something that has happened to Slatters.

“Hmm…. I don't know..."

However, Ramfil replied with a strange expression as if he didn't know.

“I can't remember. ”

That was a very prestigious answer. Ramfil thought for a moment and slowly hung up.

“No, to be precise... I have something, but I don't remember. ”

“…… Is that so? ”

Ramfil had something to do with it. But I forgot what I was going through. It could be something the slatters did, or it could be a mental shock.

Ramfil sensed a space in his memory that he had not thought much of. Ramfil considers it, but I can't think of anything.

I remember being caught and released from the Arena and remembering the moment of the fight, but I don't remember what Slater was treating me like.

‘I shouldn't have asked. ’

Gene regrets touching the weird switch, but he can't pick up what he already spit.

“You don't have to think about things you don't remember. ”

At the end of the sentence, Ramfil neither thought nor thought about it.

In fact, Ramfil has joined a group of three, and he's been doing most of the work lately. It was all Ramfil's role to prepare meals, set up camp, and explore the surroundings based on driving armored cars.

I had no choice but to let Gene and Leona slide through the wide door behind me right now, unless they were resting on their seatbelts.

I set up camp and prepared meals, and Ramfil was doing it by himself. He didn't talk or ask for help.

You can think of it as buying my hardship, but Ramfil was just a convenient type to do whatever he had to do.

Leona had to take a break in the middle, but clearly the pace of the armored car was overwhelmingly fast.

Of course, Leona, who was seasick and covered in barnacles, was in bad shape enough that Gin had to feed her herself, but gradually got better the next night.

Only four days later than expected, they were able to reach Harbin. Originally, the amount of time it took to supply the free city or the castle in the middle was significantly shortened.

The armored car approaching the city has slowed down gradually. I ran a little too hard today, so it was too late. The group has agreed to rest today and arrive at Fortress in Harbin in the aftermath of tomorrow's debris.

Above all, there's nothing good in luring monsters hidden in the city with armored cars. After stopping the armored car at the beginning of the city, the three of you get down and look around.

“Something's different here. ”

Even though all the ruins were the same, Leona wandered around Harbin in the moonlight as if she had seen relatively healthy buildings.

Gene climbs up to the abandoned building next to the place where the armored car is parked, sweeps around, and Ramfil checks the stability of the abandoned building and sets up camp inside. Leona opens the cargo hold and asks as she looks at Ramfil, who is taking out the food today.

“Can I have a C diet? ”

“Suit yourself.”

“Yay!”

Leona liked the C diet, where meatballs were the main ingredient among the simulations. There was plenty of food to fight anyway, and I was going to Fortress soon, so I didn't have to save the Searations.

Gene looked around a little stiff.

“There are some white bones around. ”

“You don't have to worry about white bones, do you? ”

“Well, if you look at the twisted fly, it's not long since it turned white. That's the problem. ”

Ramfil is talking about dismantling the Chipperst as he reaches for battle rations, and is sitting in a bed getting ready for bed. It was too routine for me to talk about what a corpse is. Leona suddenly became unfamiliar to Gin, as well as Ramfil.

“Maybe the town around here is a ruin. ”

“Well…. It may or may not look like it, but it's hard to estimate cause of death since it's turned into a backbone. Probably torn apart by dead body hunters and rats. ”

“Monsters aren't the meat type. Slatters aren't interested in cannibals, either. ”

“You can lose weight. ”

“... Why are you bothering? ”

“Don't try to understand these lunatics. Anyway, there were five skeletons found, but the skeleton was bitten or fractured, but there were no signs of gunshot wounds. ”

“I have to think about it. ”

I knew they were supposed to be like this, but it was even weirder when I thought about it. Meanwhile, the food was pretended, and Jean decorated a place to sleep using several linen cloths.

Just as Jin judges it as a hunter, Ramfil also thinks like Gin. All five corpses, monsters and humans who died around the same time, are likely perpetrators, and are not specifically known.

After dinner, you leave the camp to check around the corpses. Ramfil and Leona are waiting at the camp to talk.

“Ramsay is Wargrave, and even if he does, he and I can't get in. ”

Entering Wargrave Fortress, an exclusive group, is what Leona is looking forward to, but is also half worried about.

“I'm a temp, but I'm an enforcer. You have that much discretion. ”

“What does an executioner do? Is he tall?”

“It is originally a job to navigate through each of the fortresses and address or correct the problems of the fortress. Although the original executive can only summon and appoint more than a Battalion Commander, I am warranted by Warlord as a Temporary Executive for a special mission... ”

“I'm sorry, I don't understand anything. ”

Ramfil didn't know how to speak easily for Leona to understand, so most of the words he had just picked up were words that Leona couldn't understand.

“So the enforcers are tough guys after all? ”

“Of course, the executive position is more than GigaFrame. Not me.”

In Ramfil's case, he was suddenly on a mission, so he was an executive with a level below that of Megaframe. Of course, Leona realizes that the conversation with Ramfil just needs to come to her senses and nods slowly.

It is an Executor and Wargrave position, but its notoriety is not simple. Every boy born and raised in Wargrave dreams of becoming an executioner. The enforcement officer is such a resolutive image that the enforcement officer always wants to be a target of admiration for young children in the fortress.

In fact, the materials and fairy tales that Wargrave uses to educate children were addressing many stories of heroized enforcers.

If you ask them to choose between the Lord of the Keep, Warlord, and Executioner, they will choose a Hundred Executioner if they are white.

As he grew older, many of his fellow executors had to accept that he would eventually have to live as a combatant or other illness. The elite are the ones who are qualified to be executioners. It does not make elites who are not missing any parts of the brain, tactics, tactics, tactics, weapons, but ‘qualifications'. Only those who have survived the competition by gathering the elites and competing again become executives.

So the position of executive was something only a select few could dream of gaining.

Of course, Ramfil was not interested in any of that. That's why I didn't care much about my position as an executive officer. That's why in the past, Warlord Ramzir gave himself the opportunity to receive an executive curriculum, and even when he was rejected because of his native ingredients, there was no emotion.

But since then, his comrades have been scouting Ramfil.

The children who accepted that they could not become executors hated Ramfil just for the fact that the opportunity never to come to them had come to someone beside me. It didn't take much time for Lamfil to turn a little awkward emotion into disgust because he was never worthy of anyone in the first place.

Of course, Ramfil didn't even care.

Ramfil has only lived now. That's why I'm an executioner now. I'm just an executioner. Temporary law enforcement identities are clearly different from formal law enforcement, but they can do a lot and have a lot to do.

Ramfil was neither pleased with his position nor embarrassed by it.

After hearing Ramfil's explanation, Leona summarizes in one sentence.

“So you're a Wargrave hunter. ”

“Sort of. ”

Wargrave people have more visions of the enforcer than that, but there is no better word for it than that to be understood by the people of the wilderness.

The two talked a little bit more, and Ramfil persistently talked as if he had been seduced by Leona without even knowing why he fit into this kind of story.

By the time Gene returned, he was seriously thinking about Leona's question, "Why are you sitting there stark at every break?"

“As expected, I don't think anything. “

“Can you really not think of anything? ”

“Well, I don't remember much. ”

“It's really strange.... I always think of something. It's not a useful idea. ”

“…… You're working hard on the nourishment. ”

Jin sighs and returns to camp. Then Ramfil and Leona look at him. Gene settles down and organizes his findings.

“Murderers are slatters. Found tire tracks of a junk wagon nearby. And all the bodies had static deficits. They must have cut it out of a bunch of slatters with a lust for body collection. ”

“What kind of deficit are you talking about? ”

“From your left elbow to below it. All five bodies were missing in common. ”

Monsters prey on the bones and break them, but the bodies have no common left hand and there are traces of junk wagons passing around.

“Slatters collecting left hands.... ”

Ramfil considers something, but he can't think of anything.

“You perverts, even if you can eat it, why are you obsessed with it? ”

Leona found it easier for cannibals to understand.