First-Class Marksman (1)

The dwarf had a hasty temperament.

Isn't it too discriminatory to think that all snakes are evil monsters?

I might have even healed it.

It died because it moved hastily in surprise, causing its wound to burst open.

I gained quite a lot of experience points.

The poor dwarf will now live and breathe eternally with me as mana.

'Let's burn it.'

I asked the adventurers to do so.

They nodded reluctantly.

Leaving the corpse here would only attract hungry monsters with its rotting smell.

It wasn't for nothing that the dwarves had left traces of burning other corpses.

Whoosh-

The adventurers quickly performed the cremation without me needing to help.

The unnamed dwarf burned to ashes, leaving only bone fragments.

Jerico muttered, looking at the smoke rising to the sky.

"Someone will see it."