“Hey. Name’s Mistilteinn… I’m the one who’ll be joining you… but, uh, are you folks all right?”
I fell silent for a moment as I looked at the dirty-blond man.
Right. Crusher and Hawkeye had shown up too. There was no reason a character who had been released one month before the game shut down couldn’t appear.
“We are fine.”
“Th-That’s an awful lot of blood……”
“It is not my blood.”
I never thought I’d be the one delivering that line.
I shrugged.
Crusher and Berserk, who were standing nearby, reacted in much the same way.
“Then whose blood is all that?”
At that moment, Purple Snake, who was standing with Archmage, asked.
The answer went without saying.
“Demons.”
“Who else’s could it be but demons’?”
“Those demon bastards’.”
Berserk, Crusher, and I answered one after another as we removed our cumbersome cloaks.
Crinkle, crinkle.
The cloaks, soaked through with blood and then frozen solid, dropped to the floor with an unnatural movement and landed with a heavy splat.
Ugh, heavy.
I pointlessly rolled my shoulders.
“This is basically… washing your clothes in blood, isn’t it?”
Deathbringer, who had come over in the meantime, placed a hand on our cloaks.
It looked like he had intended to collect them and take them to the laundry room, but the moment he felt the cold and saw the bloody liquid staining his fingertips, he recoiled and pulled his hand away.
“Damn, looks like you caught a lot. How many did you get?”
“That one got fifty. I got twenty-two. This one got twenty-five.”
“Daaamn. If I’d known it’d…