Wolf Killer

Falling onto the ground, Asaki's body collapsed on itself, his consciousness instantly fading away once again. Luckily, Celia seemed to have saved enough strength to lunge at him ; Grabbing the young man within a second.

Behind him, stood a veritable carnage. Flesh, fur, bones, blood and dirt awkwardly covered the gray and wet surface of the road. By following the blood trails coming from the last wolf body, anyone could easily guess who had caused such a massacre...

And what...

"Where does this axe come from...?"

Celia didn't recall seeing Asaki grabbing an axe somewhere, and keeping it with him during this whole time. There was indeed the one he carried when Flesh killed them, but since they lost everything there...

"The Church..."

After all, the knife he had just throw to the one attacking Celia also came from the church, and... Strangely, also pierced without any difficulties the creature's flesh.

Why were some tools able to kill and wound those things, while some couldn't ??

And, come to think about it... Celia finally realized what bothered her the most...

Asaki, a mundane man, although he was surely smarter than the average, killing all of those creatures in a few seconds ? Those white wolves were just three, but still...

The girl's orange gaze slowly turned to Asaki's previous position, as she tightly held the man's body ; Still unconscious, and as cold as ice.

The first wolf, surely the nearest at the moment, simply had... No more head, the creature's face resting on the ground a few meters away from its bloody corpse. The previously white fur of the wolf had also become crimson red, large and deep wounds crossing the majority of it ; As the rest was simply slashed off the body, like the head.

The second had a large and deep cut through its whole torso, the majority of its organs simply extracted and crushed onto the ground, like the form of what surely remained of its intestines at its right. All of the axe's cuts were precise, clean, and lethal... Not a single one useless wound, maybe except for the first corpse which got violently slashed even after being beheaded.

And finally...

The third corpse, the cleanest of all. From afar, nobody could tell that the creature was dead in fact, the dagger's pristine handle perfectly hiding within its fur. But the creature was indeed dead... Straight up.

The silver blade had crossed its whole skull, exploding its brain or whatever in less than a second. Talking about seconds... If Asaki were only one late, Celia would've died, herself beheaded by the bloody creature.

Such a sudden skill... It just couldn't be possible, not without any explanation, and coming from nowhere...

"Even with a sword, at the same moment..."

Lost in her thoughts, the redheaded kept looking at the wolf's corpses a few more seconds, whispering to herself.

"... Would I've been able to make such an action...?"

°°°

"Are you alright ??"

Instantly after he heard the metallic door closing behind him, Milas turned to the sudden guest, a mixed expression covering his face. The guest was nobody else than Naelle, who had just returned from... Outside.

"MILAS !!!"

The loud scream of the girl filled the whole cellar, as, covered by blood and a multitude of others things, she jumped into her brother's arms ; Loudly crying, as her body suddenly convulsed in pure terror.

"Aaah... aaaah aaaaahh aaahh..."

The young man didn't say anything, simply letting his sister sobbing into his firm holding during minutes. Seeing her that way was fair enough to mentally destroy the man, never getting used to see her coming home in such a state each time...

"Milas... I... I hate it... !! Why are we... Why..."

Another scream of rage pierced through the cellar's usual silence, the girl, after crying during minutes, now violently scratching her own skin as she sat in one of the room's corner.

"Naelle..."

The man kept looking at her, his eyes getting more and more empty each second passing by. It was his fault... After all, if she came everytime in such a state, it was... It was his fault...

"I... I can't keep doing th... Make it stop, please... Milas..."

Drops of blood started to escape from the girl's bare skin, now partially undressed, as she kept brutally rubbing her skin, her whole body sickly trembling.

"I can't... I can't continue... I can't... I..."

Without even warning anyone, the girl suddenly threw up a large quantity of saliva, food, others liquid and... Blood. Still looking at his own sister, violently coughing and scratching herself to bleed from it, Milas continued to stay silent, frozen in place before such a spectacle.

"The wa... The water... Please..."

Still shaking onto place, the girl finally faced the young man, showing her entire face. The right side of Naelle was as beautiful as always, not a single thing dirtying her sparking skin. But the second... After a couple of second, the man's eyes easily noticed what had changed ; A large and black contusion surrounding the poor girl's cheek.

"Y-yes..."

Trembling even more, Milas hardly turned his back to his sister, in order to breathe a few seconds and retrieve his usual calm. With his right hand, he himself, violently scratched his other arm, furiously containing his tears as he bit his lower lips until blood.

"Milas...?"

The man's heart missed a beat, as the girl pulled him out of his thoughts. Suddenly reopening his eyes, Milas clumsily started to walk to the warm water bucket he had just prepared a few minutes before Naelle arrived. Now facing it, the blondie's hand missed the handle multiple times, making him stressing and hurrying even more, now hardly containing his tears himself.

"I got it, wait a second..."

Wrath filled his heart as he silently cried during seconds, holding his left arm so firmly that he avoid breaking it only by a hair. Sobs of wrath and pain kept escaping from the man during more seconds, before he finally turned to Naelle's direction ; Now ready to finally give her the bucket.

But Naelle wasn't in the corner anymore...

She was just behind him, crying once again, as she hardly covered her wounded body.

"D-don't cry..."

She simply said, before the man's legs collapsed beneath him, violently shaking as he barely contained his tears once again. He didn't wanted that, his sister to come back into such a state every time... Although it mainly was to protect her that he decided to... To...

"I'll... Go wash a bit now... Maybe that they'll... Come back... there're maybe just... J-just late..."

Milas silently nodded, looking at the girl reaching the other part of the room with the bucket while he kept looking at the ground.

"Y-yeah..."

After all... They couldn't be anything else than late, they couldn't...

Or else...

"We'll really die this time..."