The Villain Changed the Ending

095 Beasts and Spies

***[Heroine Oscar]***

The baby rhino suddenly twitched his nose and left my side, crossing the soldiers.

The fat ass wobbles.

I don’t know why it’s running all of a sudden.

For a while, he was passionate about chasing monsters, so he might have wanted to play, or maybe he was alerted by the smell of something.

But it wouldn’t have been a big threat or anything like that.

During the subjugation, the rhinoceros smelled the witch beast several times and let out a warning cry.

Now, since I ran without such a warning, the Witchbeast didn’t come close.

I was curious about his actions, but I, the leader of everyone, couldn’t move my body because of the Witchbeast.

I glanced at a nearby soldier, and a group of about a dozen people chased after the rhinoceros.

The army did not stop, moving slowly and continuing to retreat through the forest.

“hahahahaha. Look at that guy running. I don’t know what he smelled, but he must be in a hurry.”

“I’ve been watching his actions, and I know, maybe he wants to be a hunting dog.”

“Better than dogs. They smell really great.”

The soldiers around me laughed and said one word at a time.

Soldiers from a distance moved closer and joined the conversation.

“That guy is really funny. He surprises me every night. When I get close to the duke’s tent, there’s something like a big rock sitting there.”

“Even though he gets around well, at night he sits down in front of the duke’s tent and sleeps.

At the words of the soldiers, a smile came to my face as well.

“Oh, I heard that too. Every night it’s hard to sleep because of his snoring.”

“Well, did you?”

“I mean. I’ve seen guards try to push away a snoring rhinoceros. But it wouldn’t budge. It didn’t wake up, it just snored and slept.”

The laughter of the soldiers spreads in all directions, and the tension is relieved.

Until a little while ago, everyone tried to live by killing the beast, but the atmosphere softened like a lie.

‘That guy, unexpectedly, was of great help in this subjugation.’

The rhinoceros roamed around and interfered throughout the entire process of defeating the Witchbeast.

If you are in the logistic unit, then you run with the hounds, and if you notice it, you are by my side, and so on.

It did nothing to get in the way, but it moved freely across the army.

At first, I was worried that it might be too fussy because of him, but thanks to the rhino witch waddling around, I burst into laughter from time to time, and that eased my tension.

‘It probably wasn’t what he was aiming for.’

In the forest, humans are just a bunch of weak beasts.

You don’t know what kind of predators are beyond the trees and grass blocking all sides.

Everyone was tense and sharp the moment they stepped into the forest.

Even I was like that, so what should I say, a low-level soldier?

But every time the rhino calf waddled here and there on its large body, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Tension escapes through your fingertips, and your mind relaxes.

Besides, he can easily smell the Witchbeast.

As long as this child was peaceful, everyone could be relieved that there was nothing dangerous around them.

‘There is no other tranquilizer.’

I was quite concerned about what else this guy was curious about, so he waddled around in the wrong direction.

The back of my hair seems to be pulling.

But for a while there was no news.

Maybe the rhino calf has gone quite far.

“…”

There would be no great danger since it was a path that had already been subjugated once.

When entering the forest, they proceeded side by side, but on the way back, they form a rank by family.

Even though the rhino ran in a different direction, I thought it was probably an area we had already subjugated.

But what if it went further?

He’s a smart guy, but he’s still young.

There’s something interesting, and you might step into an area teeming with dangerous demons without even realizing it.

What if?

I was slowly worried.

***[spy]***

As the young duke took over, the dukedom was filled with jobs like never before, and many people from other regions flocked to it.

He was a spy who joined the crowd and entered the dukedom.

That was over ten years ago.

It was hard at first.

Even if you are a spy, you do not receive settlement money or activity funds separately.

I had to settle down and earn money to live on.

Almost everything in this world is networking, and finding a job without a referral is literally as difficult as picking stars in the sky.

No matter how briskly the business rose and the number of jobs increased, in the end, jobs were filled through acquaintances across the street.

It was really hard for an outsider to get a decent seat.

Still, if you look for it, something like this or that remains somewhere.

The decent jobs were taken by the locals, but there were still some dirty jobs that people didn’t like.

He saved these things here and there and lived day by day.

But the work was hard and the pay was low.

The village he settled in was originally a small village, although it was crowded with a duke’s business nearby.

It was difficult to earn a living every day.

There were more days of starvation than days of eating.

There might be a spy out there doing something amazing for a lot of money.

But he’s not such a great spy, he’s just taken here as a hostage and forced to come here.

He was probably the most insignificant of spies.

For the first few years, I didn’t even get a call.

He does not know who is contacting him, his name or occupation, let alone his face.

I just knew that someone would contact me.

A few years later, when I heard strange noises from the peddler, I thought he was crazy.

I was surprised to realize that it was a password only later.

Now that I think about it, I think most of the spies who infiltrated the dukedom were caught and killed.

So I wondered if even the people who sent him here didn’t know if he was alive or dead.

Perhaps the reason he wasn’t caught was because he was a living commoner with no signs of being a spy.

actually as well.

A proper spy would have been educated and could do many things, but he had nothing.

I don’t even know the letters.

Perhaps because of this, there was little to be desired from him at the top.

All you have to do is tell what happens in the village where he lives during the year as it is.

It ended with the peddler telling the peddler information that everyone living in the village would know, such as the good harvest this year, rumors that there were dry places due to the lack of rain, and the duke’s several visits to the area.

The information also contained information about the monster hunt every year.

The dukedom is more zealous in subjugating demons and beasts than other places.

They hunted in each region several times a year, and when a ferocious witch beast’s nest was discovered, the peacock would visit it several times.

It can be seen that the ruling class cares a lot about Youngmin.

It would have been nice if the days like that continued.

But that’s what life is like.

You get to know it as you live, but misfortune or lightning strikes suddenly when you don’t even think about it.

Maybe I can just continue to live like this, conveying trivial information, there is not much information transmitted anyway, then wouldn’t it be okay if I just put my roots down and live here normally?

It means stealing something called a magic bomb somehow.

No, where did you steal that from?

It was an order that could not be followed.

However, it is said that if he does not do that, all of his father, mother, and siblings who are held hostage will die.

The family wasn’t locked up somewhere, but the man who spyed on him said.

Killing your family overnight without a mouse or a bird knowing is easier than twisting a child’s wrist.

Even knowing that it was impossible, I had no choice but to follow it.

[When subjugating demons, magic arrows are used. Sneak up and steal an arrow this hunting season. If you do that, I will release your family.]

Recalling those words, I somehow moved my trembling body.

I don’t know if the people who gave the order knew about it or not.

This year’s hunt, however, is on a large scale, farther away than the forest near the city.

Forestkeepers and hunters from the surrounding villages, including where he lived, were all called there.

And the place where the demon subjugation was said was close to the village where he lived.

damn it really

I was prepared to die and headed for the forest.

If they were close, they would of course be found out, so he waited half a day for the troops to go into the woods before following them.

Chasing the trail of the Duke’s army was really easy.

Wherever they passed, the beast’s blood and remains remained like footprints.

The forest is dangerous.

If he went in alone, he thought that he would die from being bitten by a beast because he couldn’t walk a few steps, but the beast and the monster were all frightened, so they couldn’t even poke their noses.

I didn’t even expect to steal the magic bomb or whatever arrow from the beginning.

I was just thinking of picking it up if there was a similar one.

But it wasn’t easy.

If there was an arrow that looked strange, he thought it was that, but all he found was a strangely dead beast.

A guy with a blown head, a guy whose body was shattered with only his legs left, or a beast that looked like an ordinary arrow and died after being hit by it.

Where the hell are magic bomb arrows?

Could it be that you can’t see it?

Confused by that thought, he happened to come across a strange piece.

Very small pieces, mixed with horse manure.

It is neither clay nor iron.

If it hadn’t fallen on horse manure, I would have missed it thinking it was part of the forest.

However, it is unlikely that the object that fell on the horse manure was originally forest soil.

I knew intuitively that this was it.

It may not be, but it can’t be helped. There was really no other choice but to insist that this was it.

He put it in the space he had prepared in the hem of his trousers and ran away without looking back.

I thought so.

However, the monster that had never been seen before ran towards him.

Shaking his fat body, the gray demon came running.

I could see the soldiers running behind the magic beast.

Maybe that fat witch is the one who got lost during the subjugation.

Die.

Die.

Either die by the Witchbeast, or die by the soldiers, die anyway.

The Duchy is tolerant of its citizens, but stricter and more frightening to spies than other territories.

If discovered that he is a spy, he is taken away and tortured, and in the end, he is publicly executed as an example.

It’s lucky if you just cut your throat or get caught in a noose and die.

In more severe cases, it is said that only the head is buried in the ground or stoned to death.

Maybe it would be better to die to the Witchbeast.

But anyway, at this moment, his head wasn’t spinning at all.

“Uhhhhh!”

A scream broke out involuntarily.

Let’s run away anyway.

He turned and ran like crazy, but was quickly caught by the Witchbeast.

I felt a hot breath behind my back, and at one point he was rolling on the ground.

Rolling over the place where tree roots sprouted, and when he stopped, the elongated face of the beast was close to him.

It seems to smell.

‘It’s eaten!’

Realizing that, he waved his limbs and howled.

“Sah, help me! I’m not tasty. Help me!”

But instead of eating him, the witch brought his head towards the bridge while making a strange sound.

sniff sniff smell

Does this guy have a habit of eating his legs first?

Thinking so, I haven’t even been bitten yet, but my legs are already hurting.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Save me!”

I screamed and turned over and tried to crawl away, but the demon made a puu puu sound again and bit my leg.

being dragged backwards

I don’t know if it was his pants or his leg.

He screamed again, banging his jaw violently on the floor.

“Quaaagh!”

Anyway, now it’s really going to be eaten.

Before the pain set in, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

No, I wanted to pass out.

Even if you get eaten, it won’t hurt if you’re stunned.

But maybe this guy prefers to eat screaming prey alive.

I could feel my eyes turning white, but the Witchbeast started licking my face with a lukewarm tongue.

don’t do it! don’t do it! Please don’t try to wake me up!

With a silent scream, he floundered with his hands, unable to even flinch.

It seems the soldiers are close.

A voice was heard.

“Isn’t it strange that there are people in this forest?”

“I haven’t gathered any twigs nearby, and it doesn’t seem like I’ve come to gather herbs.”

“Let’s drag it along.”

Not yet knowing what it was, he was grabbed by the arms by the soldiers.

I can’t walk because my legs are weak.

The soldiers almost dragged him through the woods, and for some reason, the Witchbeast circled around him and followed him.

So… when will it be eaten?

That was the only thought that ran through my head until I reached the army through the woods.

It was only when he was dragged and stood in front of a huge number of soldiers and high-ranking people on horseback that he realized that he was not going to die from the beasts, but from being tortured by spies.