Chapter 37
Purli.
"What do you want? No, actually—let's postpone this conversation."
When I let go, Purli landed lightly on the ground with a smirk.
"Why? Why not ask me now?"
I gestured with my eyes toward the Capels and Snowfield Bats still rampaging. Resolving the current situation took priority over extracting information from her. Purli's grin widened.
"You really are strange! So strange! You're a worshiper of an Evil God too, so why are you trying to save the others? Huh?"
"For now, please return to the forest."
"Cold! So cold! You're colder than midwinter snow..."
I didn't feel the need to listen to more. Leaving Purli behind, I sprinted across the snowy field. The Butcher screamed its harsh cry once again.
WEEEEEEEEEEENG!
Leaping off the snow, I struck down hard. A Capel's head was severed, and warm blood spilled out.