The armored man yelled at the two children. The children flinched, and looked at each other with anxious gazes. The man then proceeded to speak so language I haven't heard in my entire life, thus having no idea what the fuck he said.
I stood up, my huge fra dwarfing the two children that were playing around just a few monts ago. The armored man unsheathed his sword that was hanging from his waist, then pointed it at . He yelled at the children one more ti, the children still deciding what to do, before he thought fuck it and rushed at .
Seeing the hostile threat incoming, I prepared for a fight. What I did not expect, were the two children moving in front of in an attempt to stop the incoming attack. The man stopped, his gaze looking at the children in confusion, then back at with a threatening gaze. My response?
Blink my eyes. That's it. Sotis, facial expression can give away information what you were currently feeling, and from what I learned from my past life, blinking slowly, not giving a care in the world, showed what I thought about the situation.
Uninterested.
I can pretend to care about the children, but that's just lying to myself. They made smile genuinely, but that doesn't an I would imdiately get attached to them. I won't get attached to anyone who I just saved at a drop of a hat, unless they actively searched for my affection and trust. These two kids were just in a bad spot, and I happen to coincidentally encounter them, and since I still had my moral compass, leaving them to be prey for those n would leave a bad taste in my mouth.
It was at that mont the armored man saw the corpse of the man I smashed into a pulp earlier. Funny how the children forgot about that body, not that I could bla them. He was hidden, buried under the garden of flowers after all, but it appears this man managed to see it, as well as the maid, who then promptly shrieked into high heavens about a bloody corpse.
This prompted the armored man to make his decision. He ignored the children, then dashed straight at , nimbly avoiding the children despite the heavy armor he wore. The children ducked and moved away from the charging knight yelling sothing at . I tensed up in response towards the aggressive response of the armored man, then when he got close, I struck.
I was empty-handed when he dashed since, before I approached the children to give them fruit, I placed the bloody club back inside my inventory. Approaching children with a bloodied weapon was a bad move anyway. I an, who in their right minds would trust a stranger with a bloodied weapon in their hand, even if it was used to defend you. Normal people would still be shocked, then link that weapon to a threat, then begin going bonkers trying to escape the stranger who tried to save them.
Anyway, the armored man was shocked when a huge, bloody club appeared out of thin air and smacked him in the chest. Obviously, STR stat in the 100's, plus force and shock factor = human ragdoll. The man was sent flying, but I held back so I don't kill him purposely. The sa couldn't be said for his bones though.
The man landed on the ground in a crumpled heap, gasping breathes escaping his mouth as he tried to take in air, but was unable to due to the pain. I stared at him, then at the maid, who fainted on the spot. It was probably too much to watch. I sighed, then returned the club back in my inventory.
I approached the children, who were once again cowering in fear, but so fruits quelled their fear. The armored man, witnessing my weird kindness towards the children paused in thought after getting his breathing in order.
Let praise him however. Getting back up after getting a hit like that was a little badass. If was still just a human, I would've crumpled on the ground, not getting back up due to the pain. The armored man slowly got up, sword held in hand. I was observing him, spectating whether he would try to attack again, or finally get the hint that I wasn't hostile.
He decided on the latter and then sheathed his sword. I relaxed, then grabbed a fruit from my inventory then offered him one. He looked at the fruit apprehensively, but children would be children. They forced the armored man to take the fruit by shouting, yelling, and squealing with happy faces, all the while the armored man looked at them in shock.
Reminder, all of this was happening with a corpse nearby… This is one weird day…
The man then surrendered and slowly plucked the fruit out of my hand. He then proceeded to inspect it, over and over again, before he took a bite. Monts later, the fruit laid in his belly, fully consud. He was spouting so words over in his language, and it all went over my head.
Language barrier, am I right? For all I knew he could be talking trash about the fruit, or in general, but judging by his facial expression and body language, I'd say that theory was practically non-existent. He then bowed towards , still talking in his language before he inspected the corpse of the man who I killed earlier.
The man hefted the corpse up, lifting him above the hole I put him in with [Sinkhole] with strength no ordinary human could do. He looked all over his bloody body, looking for sothing. The children who witnessed said inspection vomited the contents of their stomach and into the flowers.
Naturally, I moved away. I dislike vomit, thank you very much!
I continued on observing the man, in case he may try to get stabby with again, but I doubt it would. Seconds later, he picked sothing from the pocket of the corpse. It looked like a strange emblem, with a grotesque hand as its symbol. It was then the armored man's face took on a serious appearance.
He pocketed the emblem then gestured towards the children, who nodded with face as pale as the moon. He then called , at least I think he was, then spoke. It was few seconds later where he realized I had no idea what he was saying, so instead, he pointed towards the fainted maid and gestured sothing like carrying.
… So, he wants to carry the maid and follow them? I could refuse, but if I do, it won't be long before more trespassers co in bulk. That, and I'm still not ready for another attack stronger than the last. Probably making peace with them would be most beneficial to the dungeon, instead of being hostile.
I sighed, then nodded, giving a sign of understanding towards the armored man. I approached the maid. She looked like soone in her early 20's, with brown, braided hair styled into a ponytail. She wore the cliché maid uniform but unlike those in maid cafes, these were more modest and formal. Last but not the least, she had elf ears, but shorter than the ones I saw on one of the trespassers last attack.
I carried her up, then gently placed her on my back, giving her a sowhat improvised piggyback since I no longer have the posture of a human. I mostly walk on all fours now after all.
The armored man then took the children in his hands then guided through a path leading towards sowhere I have no idea about.
God, I hope this decision won't bite in the ass.
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