Chapter 139
The body of the madman could not be found. The entire battlefield had been reduced to ashes, leaving no way to discern whether the remains were human or an unfortunate wild animal caught in the chaos.
“...The bastard is dead. I’m certain. The wide-range lightning attack took care of him.”
Given the certainty in the words of the one who fought him, no one doubted the madman’s demise. After all, anyone who witnessed that “divine punishment” would find it impossible to believe anything could have survived it.
“Is it finally over?”
“Phew, I can finally stop worrying.”
“Beer! Is the batch ready yet?”
The dwarves celebrated joyously. They had endured constant anxiety since the first murder, and now it seemed all the problems had been resolved.
“We can’t go all out since the funerals just ended, but... a small toast to celebrate wouldn’t hurt, would it? Bring out the beer and meat! Tonight, we feast!”
The dwarves, a race known for both working and partying hard, wasted no time. They carved out a few large tables on the spot, prepared cold beer and sizzling meat, and invited the players to join them.