Chapter 27
"Sagitta Fulgon."
"Kill! Kill!"
With my mother's cheerful voice ringing out—declaring that he was totally scared—I swiftly swung my froststeel sword.
The blade cut through the air, meeting the neck of the man who had burst through the tent. The solid steel edge sliced cleanly through flesh and bone. His severed head tumbled to the ground.
Thunk.
Two corpses already lay collapsed, half-hanging inside the tent. Murmurs could be heard from outside.
"F-fuck! He died the moment he walked in! What the fuck!"
"What, is there a monster inside with its jaws open?!"
"I—I'm not going in! You go first!"
"Don't push me, asshole! I'm not going in either!"
They were far more disorganized than I expected. I'd been on edge, thinking that a mercenary group of this size would at least have some structure.