"This was the first corpse we investigated at the time; he also ran the farthest among this group of soldiers."
Ged stood behind Lann, who was crouching, his eyes darkened from drinking Cat's Eye, alertly scanning the surroundings.
"There are still seven corpses ahead; their death is eerily similar to his... These soldiers thought there were only a few ghouls that had run into the tomb, so under orders, they went down fully armed and roaring with vigor. But when the demon spirit appeared before them, they realized the steel swords and armor they carried couldn't harm the enemy or protect themselves."
"Simply put: It's the inexplicable confidence of amateurs."
Ged's tone carried no mockery; he was used to such events, so he merely shook his head expressionlessly.
When taking on tasks in the countryside, there would always be some young fellows brandishing pitchforks, sickles, and threshing flails, swaggering around near the demon hunter.
