Chapter 33. The Reason Wings Rot in the Cave (1)
I searched through the belongings of the man who had swung his sword clumsily. He had awkwardly wielded a bastard sword that seemed newly acquired, and he awkwardly swung it around, lacking any trace of skill. Among his things, I found a large wooden box and wondered what it was.
"Is it a lunchbox?"
Clack.
I opened the lid.
Inside were various kinds of fruits. Among them, large grapes caught my eye. The grapes were plump and looked fresh. I plucked them one by one. The skin, red and ripe, could make good wine. I carefully peeled the skin with my fingertips, ensuring not to tear the flesh inside.
The inside was moist, and the flesh was plump, with no seeds. I could feel the fertile soil and the hot sun that had ripened these grapes. I tapped them gently a few times with my fingers, swiftly peeling them without breaking the skin.
I carefully peeled the grapes. However, I wasn't going to eat this sweet fruit myself. I could chew it, but I had neither a tongue to taste the flesh nor internal organs to digest it. Between my ribs, there was nothing but empty darkness and air.
Rattle.
I looked at the woman hanging in the spider web. Humans were fragile. They could die just from not drinking water. If I left her like this, it wouldn't take long for her to reach her limit. If I didn't plan on killing her, it was time to put something in her mouth.
There are no other hostages.
I just killed the three who had entered the dungeon. I cut one's throat and stabbed a sword into another's chest. There were no other useful ones left. I had to keep this woman alive, because I had many questions to ask.