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Chapter 110. Captive Warrior (2)

One of the figures in black robes respectfully greeted the tattered captive, Berga.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Berga-dono. We are followers of the god Latima, who presides over games and pleasure."

"...You're warriors, huh? Skilled ones, at that."

Berga stared at the two figures in black robes with determined eyes.

The figures' lips curled up into crescent-shaped smiles upon hearing her words.

"Well, well, you have discerning eyes. You also seem to be a skilled warrior. But in your current state, it's all for naught."

"What are you after? What do you intend to do with me?"

"Kukukuh. Speaking of Revenants, I wonder if a sharp person like you can understand?"

"What...!?"

--Revenants.

They're powerful monsters created from the corpses of warriors.

So, these two intended to kill Berga and turn her into a Revenant.

They had used Gordon and captured Berga, bringing her here for that purpose.

No, it might have been one of their objectives to obtain the rare item, Revenant Cane, protected in the treasure vault of Berga's village.

The Revenant Cane, concealed in the village's treasure vault, was one of the treasures acquired by the previous warrior during their adventures.

While it was a valuable item, it was also dangerous, and there had been numerous discussions on whether to dispose of it or not. But they had put it off until now.

These heretics must have sniffed out that fact and devised this plan.

"Kukukuku, an excellent reaction. --And this is a game in which you become our trophy. Can the remaining Dwarf warriors save you before you turn into a Revenant? Or will they fall into our hands and become materials for the Revenant too?"

"You madmen...!"

Berga gritted her teeth.

To these followers of the god Latima, people's lives were mere pawns in their game.

But at that moment, Berga calmly exhaled.

Transforming a warrior into a Revenant required a lengthy ritual.

Given the current situation, the ritual couldn't have progressed far enough.

Being killed was the final stage of the ritual.

If these individuals intended to turn Berga into a Revenant and acquire a powerful piece for their malicious schemes, she wouldn't get killed right away.

"...So, you seem quite confident, but do you have a plan? While you may be skilled, my village's warriors, Badon and Dodorga, are also seasoned fighters. There's no way you could defeat them in a two-on-two battle, right?"

Do you think that's a fun game to play? 

Did they were holding Berga hostage and enjoy torturing her when she couldn't resist? 

As Berga questioned them with doubt, one of the heretics laughed.

"Oh, yes. That's why we've prepared an entertaining game for Bardon and Dodorga. We've hidden numerous skeletons around your village, and we've informed them about it. --Now, how do you think they'll react?"

"Tch...! What kind of 'game' is this?! Prepare yourselves properly for victory!"

For skilled warriors like Berga, Badon, and Dodorga, skeletons, which were representative of weak monsters, didn't pose a threat regardless of their numbers. 

However, for non-warriors, skeletons were terrifying adversaries. 

Even a single skeleton could potentially wipe out the Dwarfs in the village. 

In other words, to protect the Dwarfs in the village, either Badon or Dodorga had to stay behind. 

Consequently, only one of them could come to Berga's rescue. The battle had been arranged from the beginning as a two-on-one fight.

"Oh no, games are only understood once the dice are rolled. Even in a two-on-one battle, we might end up losing."

"After all, a fun game needs a bit of thrill."

The heretics chuckled and laughed, causing Berga to feel an indescribable sense of disgust. 

And now, Berga cursed her carelessness. 

If she hadn't drunk the alcohol Gordon had given her without suspicion, things wouldn't have ended up like this.

"Badon, Dodorga, everyone in the village...! Dammit!"

Helpless and hanging from the chains, Berga could do nothing but stamp her feet in frustration. And at that moment--

"--Berga, where are you?! Answer me! Badon has come to rescue you!"

They could hear a Dwarf warrior's voice from outside. 

Upon hearing it, the two figures in black robes curved their lips up into crescents.