Seris stepped over the monster's corpse, pulled out his short spear with all his might, and used his remaining strength to deliver another forward slash.
At the same instant, the horde of monsters surrounding the two began to leap up and attack, their swarming figures blocking out the sunlight overhead.
The weapon's blade, gleaming with a purple light, moved with incredible speed, even faster than a longsword, its trajectory impossible to discern. Within moments, all the human-faced demons, bearing fatal wounds, collapsed into the grass.
The demonic energy vanished completely. Seris was still unsure if all the demons had been eliminated.
But at least, all those living nearby had already died by their own guns.
"You...you're so amazing..." Haruka, still in shock, huddled behind him and weakly exclaimed in admiration.
Seris scanned his surroundings warily, assessing the situation. A deathly silence fell over the sea of grass.
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"I killed eight human-faced demons in the meadow. If they are not all gone, the rest should not dare to approach this place again. However, I still suggest that you ask the Knights' Guild for help in a few days to wipe out the demons."
The townspeople thanked them and invited them to stay overnight in Frem before continuing their journey the next day.
“But… to get to Lefrem, we have to go back to the Holy Capital.”
"Well, in that case, we've wasted our time walking this route today."
Seris had no intention of going to Frem, and Haruja shared the same thought. After explaining his business, he politely declined the townspeople's offer and continued on his original journey.
After completing the temporary monster-slaying mission, it was already afternoon. Although the midday sun was still intense, the faint sound of a babbling brook gave Haruka a fleeting illusion of coolness. In two hours, the "Demonic Tide" would appear, and night would fall.
“Selice…”
Haruja seemed to be calling out to his companion in a pleading tone.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"I……"
Are you feeling unwell, or are you tired?
"Gurgle—" A series of hunger signals came from the girl's stomach, just in time to answer her.
She smiled sheepishly.
Seris chuckled twice. "So you've been traveling for quite a while now. I have some dry rations here..."
He hesitated for a moment, then quickly changed his words, saying, "How about..."
He gestured with his eyes towards a babbling brook not far away.
A hungry child is most sensitive to food, and Haruja immediately understood, her eyes lighting up: "You mean... you want to eat fish?"
He nodded.
"But what tools will you use to catch fish?"
Seris pulled out the spear that was resting diagonally on his lower back.
"However, it needs to be washed thoroughly before use. I'm afraid you'll find it dirty. How about... you go to the downstream of the stream and wash it until you think it's clean, while I go upstream to prepare it, okay?"
Haruja was happy to accept his suggestion that he should think of himself. He took the pistol from his hand and immediately felt that it was unusually heavy, and at the same time felt like "using a sledgehammer to crack a nut".
The blade was still stained with some dark-colored contaminants.
However, she would definitely wash the spear tip, which was stained with the blood of monsters, a hundred times.
"Watch out for the sharp blade!" Seris warned carefully before heading upstream.
Haruka practically lifted the heavy short spear to the side of the stream, thinking to herself, "Selice is really amazing. He can still wield this ridiculously heavy weapon without any hindrance when facing monsters."
But can this gun really be used as a harpoon?
Haruja plunged the filthy gun blade into the river, letting the downstream water wash it away.
The blade was almost a quarter the length of the entire gun, about thirty centimeters long, and was marked with dark red lines.
The spear's tip looked incredibly sharp—a testament to this, as Seris had just struck down the massive monster with a single blow, leaving a long gash. Haruka dared not touch it directly with her bare hands.
To avoid getting it wet, she took off her socks and carefully wiped the stains off the gun blade with a cloth.
To her surprise, a gentle wipe removed half of the remaining marks. She repeated this several times until the gun blade looked brand new.
She was very satisfied with her cleaning work, and even naively thought she had a talent for housework...
Haruja called Seris over and, with a look of accomplishment, returned the cleaned pistol to its owner.
At this moment, Seris removed his upper body armor, revealing a white short-sleeved shirt, and was covered in sweat. He gratefully accepted the pistol and gave the "harpoon" in his hand a satisfied look again.
Haruja noticed the dark red brand on his arm. Although the shape and pattern were somewhat horrifying, she couldn't resist her curiosity and asked, "What is that mark on your arm...?"
“It’s a mark called a ‘heraldry’,” Seris replied briefly, without elaborating. “Well, night is falling, I should go prepare the ingredients for dinner.”
Seris told her to rest in the shade of a nearby tree while he went to the nearby river to carry out his "spearfishing" operation.
Although the sun shows no sign of setting, night will fall earlier because this month is already the darkest month.
He planned to complete the task before nightfall.
Seris took off his boots and stepped into the river.
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