�It�s all burned here too.�

The two entered the village and looked around at the scene that had already turned into ruins.

Havitz, who was excited about killing the survivors, saw a moment of disappointment in his eyes.

�You are doing too much.�No matter how many of my subordinates you kill all of them without leaving one.�

Shouldn�t we leave something to enjoy?

Just as I was thinking about that, I heard the cry of a newborn child wafting through the night air.

�Survivors!�

The two met eyes and ran to an old shack that was almost collapsing.

�Did only the child live?�

As Harvits spoke, the crying of the child in the shack stopped.

�Hmm.�

Harvitz pushed his foot under the door, and the smell of rot stung his nostrils as it opened.

Under the moonlight streaming down through the shingle roof, a fat woman was breastfeeding her baby.�The ragged teeth of her snub-nosed protruded out of her lips, and her eyes were her face slit.

�Are you here to kill me?�

Harvits went into the house.

�okay.�

�wait.�Feed the baby some milk.�

Harvits waited.

A woman breastfeeding her baby raised her head.

�And if you kill me, you will take this child and raise it.�Otherwise, you will starve to death.�

Harvits examined the child�s face.

�Is it your child?�

?Uh huh?

�My father?�

�I don�t know.�This is a very poor village.�I sold my body to the mercenaries for a piece of bread.�One of them must be Abbie.�Is he dead or alive���

�You eat well.�

Harvits put the sword down on the floor and crawled to the child the woman was carrying.

The breath of the child sucking desperately sounded like it was out of breath.

�Is it that delicious?�

The woman asked as she watched Havitz eat without blinking. JrNovels.com