Cry , Even better if you , beg

After sending his party first, Matthias pulled up his horse in the middle of a wide road between the woods. When he took off his hat, the tangled hair draped down his forehead. The forest, which was swept away by the bloody disturbance, felt more tranquil than usual.

Today's hunt was quite enjoyable. Matthias hit every target he aimed at and each moment was as thrilling as ever. But he somehow felt unsatisfied because of that one bird that had desperately attempted to fly away.

While looking towards the direction of the cabin, Matthias slowly turned his horse. The little girl who lived in his hunting grounds came out of the woods crying when the hunt was over and had buried the dead birds. He still remembered her actions because it was so absurd.

Then what about that woman who is no longer a young girl?

Brooding his curious interest, Matthias aimed his gun at the little bird resting at the edge of the branch.

Bang.

With an upbeat shot, the bird dropped to the floor.

Matthias steadily motioned his horse to move as he left behind the prey he hit.

Once. And then once again.

Aiming and firing, Matthias headed for the evening forest. One by one, the blood-stained birds fell along the road.

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