Chapter 175 – Funeral (7)

“It’s the first time in 10 years of wagon transportation that I’ve ridden an elf.”

Petunia Titi made no reply to the friendly coachman. She ran through her hair and was preoccupied with reminiscing about what had happened today. Today could have been the worst day ever. Wolf, whom he met at his funeral, did not even look at him.

Facing the death of Fabian was more heartbreaking than I thought.

She, and she was nearly humiliated at her meat restaurant because she lost her purse while laying flowers. If it hadn’t been for the brown-haired man, he would have had to meet Alexander’s or Wolf’s gaze, who were looking at him with an absurd look on his face.

“Ah… !”

Petunia Titti remembered the face of the restaurant owner who had screamed at her and stamped her feet again. It was a really embarrassing memory. She was a member of the Hero group who defeated the demon king in her own way, but she was even accused of eating and drinking at a restaurant and even borrowed money from someone she didn’t know.

“Really…”

Thump thump. The carriage floor vibrated lightly, and the coachman glanced back at her and repeated. Petunia Titi frowned once more, blaming herself for her clumsiness.

Thinking that when she goes back she will have to send the money to that person, Petunia Titti closes her eyes.

*****

“Oh my! A guest is riding! You are precious! I’ll just pay the toll, so back off! Because it’s going to be a big deal! Old man!”

“Even a noble person will die if he is hit with a knife. Who?”

Just hearing her voice reminded me of her grim face. Petunia Titi rubbed her eyes and got up to draw back the curtains. Outside of her, a chestnut-bearded man was scanning her petunia titi with yellow eyes rolling. As if she were reviewing her merchandise, she admired her figure, from her breasts to her legs, then gulped her saliva and looked at her ears.

“Elf.”

“You?”

Petunia Titty seemed to know what the situation was. She was proudly showing up on the boulevard and asking for a toll. They were armed with knives and clubs, and their mouths smelled rotten. The subtle military scent that drifted through the carriage window frame made Petunia uncomfortable.

Said the man, his rotten teeth glowing the color of cheese.

“I am a social worker. He’s working to help the poor. Donate with a few bucks. Just give me the clothes you’re wearing.”

Petunia Titi met her eyes with a self-proclaimed social worker. He was urging with a nod of his head. As she met her unmoving gaze, her rogue looked around her impatiently, she said.

“I mean give it up quickly. Because we don’t want to do harsh things to elves either. Just give me money and I’ll let you pass.”

It was a thief that could be negotiated. However, Petunia Titi was not happy with this half-price discount. Today, she was in a bad mood, and in front of her eyes were beasts laughing and butchering people. She stretched her hands toward her ankles, still looking into her rogue’s face.

The rogue felt strange seeing Petunia Titi’s gaze. In addition, a sense of nervousness welled up because he had been holding on to the carriage for too long. The thief boss shouted.

“Quickly give me the money!”

She opened her mouth wide and shouted that. Her hand, which had been stretched below her ankle, was stretching out to the side, holding her dagger. Her bandit boss looked at her titi with her puzzled eyes, her mouth open, and she took a very relaxed stance and threw her dagger between her brows.

“Wow!”

Her boss reflexively lowered her head and the dagger flew toward the tree. The thief leader, who threatened her life, could not tolerate the unreasonable attack on her. She said that she would take care of it for money, and she even offered an unprecedented discount.

The thief leader raised her body again and shouted.

“I will kill you!”

The moment he opened his mouth, the dagger flew towards the tree and bounced back with a jaunty sound. The dagger floated high into the sky and spun around like an aerobatic magician.

The thief leader drew her sword.

The dagger, whose center of gravity was twisted, began to fall vertically with the blade pointing toward the floor. Petunia Titti ignored her bandit boss’s cries and drew her curtains. Her boss raised his sword high and Petunia Titti said to her driver.

“Where are you hiding? It will take a while.”

“Yes?”

Blood splattered on the curtains. Petunia Titi frowned at the red spots soaking her white curtains. It was surprising that these guys also had red blood. It’s only natural for devils to smell like sulfur in their blood, but there was only a fishy smell.

The head of the thief, with a dagger pierced right through his head, stumbled with his eyes closed, then fell down with his head on the window frame of his carriage. As she lowered her head, Petunia Titi pulled her sword hilt toward her.

The bandits did not understand what was happening in front of them. Why did the boss suddenly fall, and the elf was pulling the sword from the thief’s head? The thieves were convinced as they met each other’s eyes. That elf is a wizard. He must have killed the boss in one shot using a terrifying magic.

When faced with an unmatchable foe, bandits choose one of two strategies. Run away or fight together.

A group without a leader always chose the former.

“Aaaaa!”

“Aaaaagh! It’s a wizard! A murder wizard!”

The bandits started to run away. However, Petunia Titi had no intention of letting the bandits who were attacking travelers live. She slammed the carriage door and ran out. Wiping her blood off her dagger, Petunia Titti drew her slingshot from her pocket and held it up.

“If I knew it would be like this, I would have brought a bow as well.”

Petunia Titi muttered as she picked up a stone that had fallen on her floor. The thieves who ran away without looking back looked like the size of the palm of your hand. Petunia Titi measured her wishes by dipping her finger. Her hand was spinning her catapult, her eyes checking the movement of her targets.

She was contemplating as she turned her dialyx. Still, the boss is already dead, wouldn’t it be too much to kill them all? Aren’t those people stealing for a reason?

However, just as one cannot know her skills just by looking at her appearance, her caring heart was also not conveyed to the thieves.

The poor thieves were catching their breath. The wide enough distance reassured them. Her bandits blew her middle finger or cursed at her.

“I will set the forest on fire!”

“Be careful on the road at night, elf!”

Her wrist moved quickly. White stones were shot with a crackling sound.

“See you later, half… !”

The rogue, who had been trying to pour out her bawdy jokes with her mouth wide open, froze with her mouth open. It was because, without him noticing, she had a stone smash through his chest. His lungs and heart were all crushed, only fragments of his ribs dangling along with bloody flesh.

“Ah… !”

The bandits heard people falling. People walking without noticing their exhausted deaths and smashed heads.

You can’t even see what the hell she’s throwing, and with each flick of her hand, the thugs’ heads explode and her flesh is crushed. Those who hid behind trees were pierced along with them and fell, and those who fell to the ground were punched through the mounds of dirt, leaving holes from head to anus.

The thieves shouted.

“It is a murder curse! An elf who uses a murder curse!”

A cloud of blood rose with a scream. A thick cloud of dust was raised by the random corpses and people rolling on the mound in agony. However, Petunia Titi accurately caught the blurry human figure in the obscured vision and threw a stone at it.

People whose stomachs had been pierced and had entrails poured out cried out for help. The man who had been hit in the vital spot and his blood poured out like a fountain passed away with a pale face. When Petunia Titi picked up another stone, none of the bandits survived.

All were either dead, or were about to become corpses due to serious injuries. She threw the stone she had picked up back on her floor and got into her carriage. Fearing that she might be caught up in it, the coachman, who was leaning over her, saw Petunia Titi climb into her carriage without breaking a drop of sweat, and she broke into a cold sweat.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Petunia Titti didn’t know how to explain who she was. It was because explaining about the position of the elves did not lead to a very interesting conversation. So she said:

“Warrior.”

“Oh, I see.”

The coachman didn’t ask back, and she didn’t wonder. She quickly understood and, holding the reins, she rode her horse through the elven forest. Petunia Titi thought about the elven forest.

When she goes back to the forest, she intends to plant a flower for Fabian, once she has to repay her money she borrowed from the brunette her young man.

“Are you a country noble?”

Petunia Titti muttered as she looked at the note Evan had written to her.

She was someone I would never meet again anyway, so she didn’t matter.