Chapter 120 – Episode 56 – Fourth Past Experience: The Hunter Arte (The Hunter Who Abandoned Revenge)

*All characters appearing are adults.
*This is a fictional story that is nothing but fiction. Never follow

I’m sorry father.
I have made up my mind to give up vengeance.
I have now decided to become his partner.

Please forgive me for this.
Bye then.

-Hunter Arte 〈 Arte’s Diary 〉-

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“What are you doing?”

The priestess couldn’t understand what the situation was like now.

The festival is now over.
After the lights went out, all I had to do was clean up, but an unexpected guest appeared out of nowhere.

“What do you mean, I came here to ask for a wish. I also apologize for my friendliness.”

The uninvited guest’s name was Arte.
A hunter with short brown hair and green eyes.
Because it was converted into a demon, its skin is white.
Dressed in her green dress, she held out her own bow and arrows in front of her priestess.

The priestess was so embarrassed.

‘Why did the person who did not come to the ancestral rites all of a sudden…’

There are two important festivals in the Black Lion tribe.

One is a festival to pray for the prosperity of the town and a good harvest this year.

The other is a festival commemorating the day the tribe was born.
Today, a festival was held to celebrate this day.
In the past, the Ancestors allied themselves with the Black Lions to survive.
Instead of the black lions blocking foreign enemies, the demons provide food.
The trade that began for survival led to the creation of the Black Lion tribe today.

If it hadn’t been for trade, today’s inhabitants would not have been born on this land.
So, the residents regarded this festival as the most important.

Even the black lions remember this day unconditionally.
It is because of the grace of our ancestors that we can live a peaceful life today.
So when the festival takes place, they lead the crowd and enter the village.

It is natural to be frightened at the arrival of a group of wild beasts, but the residents did not.
Rather, it was greatly welcomed.
The guardians of the village are coming, but how can you run away because you are scared?
Trust in the black lion was so high that they would give it right away if they asked for meat.

It is the shaman who organizes the festival.
Since it is a sacred day, it is more solemn than ever.

The festival proceeds as follows.

The first thing to do is hold a ancestral rite for the ancestors.
A large number of prepared meats are placed on a plate on a large altar carved out of stone.

‘I offer this sacred offering to the great ancestors.’

The shaman reads a letter of gratitude to the ancestors in front of the altar.
At the same time, residents put their hands together and prayed.

May this year be full of good things.
Please let your child come to his senses.
Hopefully we can get married this year.
I hope this year there will be a daughter, not a son.

Everyone prayed for their wishes to come true.

It was the same with the group of black lions.
He knelt down on all fours, bowed his head, and prayed.

I prayed for the tribe to prosper this year as well.
I hoped that I could eat meat to my heart’s content this year as well.
I hoped that there would be no idiots who challenged his authority this year.

As soon as the sacrifice was over, the offerings began to be distributed.

‘Now I will share the offering. First, the Black Lion.’

The first batter is the black lions.
Without their help, the establishment of the village itself would have been impossible.

So it was only natural to treat them favorably.
Some might say that we prioritize animals, but that’s not the case here.
No, if you said something like that, you wouldn’t be able to get out of town alive.

Because the black lion is the guardian of this village itself.

‘Everyone line up. Don’t line up. The offerings are plentiful.’

Next are the residents.
One by one, each person received the precious meat and thanked the shrine maiden.
Everyone was very happy that there was no need to worry about food this month.

‘Those who want to make a wish come. The bonfire is ready.’

After sharing all the meat, the next step is a bonfire.

Dry firewood piled up in a large bowl reminiscent of a rice bowl.
If you light it, it burns brightly.
It burns so well that you might be mistaken for fire rising from the ground.

‘Please allow me to get married.’
‘Let me get an attractive slave.’
‘Please let me make a lot of money.’

Villagers put precious items into the bonfire and revealed their wishes on the spot.

If you have a wish, pay for it.
Just like the ancestors paid the price of living together with a pack of black lions for the rest of their lives in exchange for a village.

Concealment was forbidden.
Because nothing should be hidden from the ancestors.
So it takes courage to stand in front of a bonfire.
Even if you are laughed at, you should be able to say your wishes confidently.

‘Oh, that’s not okay. This is not an incinerator.’

If she brought something strange to dispose of her garbage, the shaman immediately stopped it.

‘Haa, why do these people keep coming…’

Every year, the number of people abusing the tradition increased dramatically, giving the shaman a headache.
It’s a tradition, but if this kind of thing keeps happening, I’m skeptical if I should keep it.

Anyway, everyone who wanted to make a wish came out.
Now you just have to wait for the lights to go out.

It was then that Arte appeared.

‘Isn’t the festival over yet?’

She is a woman who hasn’t come out of the mansion since becoming a demon.
Even today, when the festival took place, he did not come out.

The same woman now appeared in front of the bonfire.
Her horse, bringing her own bow and arrows.
Not only the shaman but also the villagers were perplexed by the appearance of an unexpected guest.

“You are so shameless. Why did you come to a subject you hated to live in? Aren’t you stuck at home?”

The witch scolded bitterly.

The shaman did not like Arte.
Because she tried to kill their guardian spirit.
As a shaman who had been taught since childhood that she should have her deepest respect for the black lion, she could not forgive Arte.

So when she heard her say that Arte was dying, she thought it was a pity.
She took it for granted that she had paid the price for killing her guardian deity.
When she heard the news that she had returned alive, she felt sad inside.

But, I hope you come here.
When she said that she also came to apologize, the shrine maiden doubted her own ears.

“Do you think you will accept my apology?”
“I know you won’t accept it. But I want to. Because I know very well that I was wrong.”
“Are you willing to sacrifice your weapon as an apology?”
“Huh. Nothing else comes to mind.”

After returning from the workshop, Arte did not step out of his mansion.
Now that her necklace is gone, she can leave the mansion, but Arte doesn’t.

‘What should I do to live in this town? Will people acknowledge me for trying to kill a lion?’

Because I was scared.
She admitted that she was obsessed with Barlow’s cock.
However, she was different from what the villagers recognized her for.

No matter how much Barlow acknowledges it, it is useless if the residents do not acknowledge it.
Arte was afraid that even a bad bitch would curse at her.
She feared being isolated in the village, as if she had lost her entire family and was left alone.

Barlow’s answer to this was simple.

‘Apologize in front of the shaman. Then everyone will accept it. If Miko forgives her, other people won’t be able to say anything about you anymore.’

It’s very simple.
She said she was wrong, she said she wouldn’t do it again, so she just needs to beg forgiveness.
So Arte bowed her head to her priestess.

“Sorry. Because I was foolish, I attacked the black lions.”
“…”
“I will offer my weapon as a sacrifice, so please forgive me, Miko. That is my wish.”

Hope to forgive.
If the shrine maiden accepts that wish, it is enough.
Then everything will be solved.

The person who hates Arte the most is the shaman.
If the shrine maiden forgives Arte, she won’t say anything to the other residents.

“Wouldn’t it be better to accept it? You seem to be sincerely apologizing?”
“If Miko accepts, I will forgive you. The Guardian didn’t die anyway.”
“To the extent of dedicating a bow. You seem serious.”

The villagers also reacted differently, but they still had one thing in common.

Arte is sincerely apologizing.
While dedicating the bow and arrow that a hunter cherishes like his life.

Giving a bow to someone means giving one’s own life.
Giving a weapon that has been attached to it for a long time means that you have been determined to that extent.
Not only the shaman, but everyone standing here didn’t know that either.

Because they all come from the same hunter.

“…”

How can I do this? Aren’t you cheating?
The priestess turned her gaze to her barlow.
Barlow replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Arte is sincere. She suddenly asked me to give her a bow and arrow, so I asked where to use it, and she said it was dedicated to you.”
“…”
“It is true that Arte caused her accident. But she is not dead. Her party also bowed her head and begged for forgiveness. Wouldn’t it be polite to accept a woman with a big heart?”
“…”

The witch didn’t say anything.
It just made her face frown.

‘Are you serious? She’s this woman, does she really intend to live with us?’

She believed that even if she became a demon, she would not give up on her revenge.
She was a woman who never gave in no matter how much she was trained.
Is it possible that she can change such a woman?

“… If you don’t want to believe that, how about coming to the mansion tomorrow?”

Arte said to the shaman who couldn’t make her judgment.

“Come and educate me. Make them slaves who can serve you for the rest of their lives.”
“… Are you serious?”
“Yes, I am serious. Or you can call other people. I don’t want to live with being pointed at.”
“… Ha.”

The priestess let out her long sigh.

It doesn’t seem like a lie.
You can tell just by looking at their eyes.

When educating Arte, the shaman knew.
Even when she was distracted by pleasure, she had a determined look in her eyes.
Even in death, her will not to surrender remained.

Arte’s eyes were now dead.
Nothing could be seen in the wide green pupils.
It was as if she had absorbed all of her will.

She has long since succumbed.
She doesn’t know what happened, but at least she won’t mind getting an apology.
After much thought, the shaman accepted Arte’s weapon.

“All right. I will forgive you.”

The shaman put her bow and arrows into her bonfire.

“See you tomorrow morning. I won’t say anything else later.”

The fire that engulfed her new prey consumed it all.
The arrowheads will remain, but if they remain in the hot fire, their shape will be unrecognizable.

Watching her own weapon burn, Arte put her hands together and prayed.
She then returned to where her barlow was standing.

“You worked hard.”

Barlow stroked Arte’s head.
Had she been the old Arte, she would have yelled at me not to touch her, but not anymore.
It was good that her hands, which she thought were dirty, were now warm.

“Go back when you are tired. Because Grisa and Helle have already gone home. I have to clean up, so I have to stay.”
“No, I want to be here too.”

Arte shook her head and refused.

“I want to stay there until the lights go out. You can’t do anything unless it turns off anyway, right?”
“That’s right.”

The festival does not end until only smoke from the bonfire.
But there are no more events to be held.

The ceremony for the ancestors is over, so there is no reason to pray quietly anymore.
Except for the number of people who need to clean up, it doesn’t matter if everyone goes home.
Some of the black lions have already returned to their homes.

There are people who watch the bonfire till the end because they don’t want to end it like this,

“Haaang, haang, haang!”
“Master, stab me more! Please torment me more!”
“You may be able to see everything, in a darker place…”

There are also those who intermingle with slaves.
I try not to be noticed, but I can hear every sound of flesh colliding.

But no one is saying anything.
‘Cause I’m used to it
There are people who have sex during the day, is there any difference if you do it in the evening?
Unless it leads to a mega accident, there will be nothing to stop it.

“Should we go somewhere else for a while? Miko-nim isn’t going to say anything about this anyway.”

As if he was already looking forward to it, his cock swelled up from the crotch of Barlow’s pants.
It’s a sign that you want to fuck right away.

Seeing that, Arte nodded her head.

“Yeah, then go over there.”
“I get it.”

Barlow and Arte headed down a dark alley where no one could be seen.
The shrine maiden saw it, but she ignored it.
Because there is no reason to do harm.

“Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!”

Barlow took off his pants and thrust his pole into Arte’s cunt.
Barlow hugged Arte strongly and shared a deep kiss.
A chorus of obnoxious sucking sounds and sloppy pounding sounds mingled together.

Arte had hated this kind of thing before, but not anymore.

‘Father, I’m sorry.’

Arte apologized to her father in her heart.

‘I will abandon you.’

Revenge failed.
There is no more meaning to revenge.
His precious family succumbed to him, and he himself succumbed to him.
There is no reason to fight anymore.

So I had no choice but to throw it away.
She had no choice but to throw away her father and the weapon that held precious memories.
It was nothing short of immoral, but Arte didn’t feel guilty.

Because now she knows the way she has to go.

“Huuuuu!”

Cum pours out of her cock.
White slime filled her womb.
Arte’s body trembled with so much joy.

Some of the residents saw the scene, but no one said anything.