“Hmm.”
Hawkeye stopped massaging his stiff arm and took off the coat he was wearing. The motion exposed arms and shoulders where the contours of his muscles stood out clearly.
“Aren’t you cold like that?”
“This much is fine.”
The land where he had been born was colder than this place. Severed heads put on display there showed no sign of rotting all year round, so there was little more that needed to be said.
“How is the situation?”
“Not very good.”
Hawkeye loosened the muscles knotted with tension as he explained what he was seeing.
A crystallization of grotesquery that no words could fully describe.
The Great Demon controlling it.
And finally, the survival of the people they had thought were already devoured.
“If I remember correctly, that’s the third human it swallowed.”
Whether breathing was even possible inside that thing was one matter, but it was surprising in itself that the demon had kept that person alive.
Frankly, it would not have been strange if the mercenary had already died and become a sacrifice.
“A human swallowed by the demon is still alive……?”
“There’s no way it kept them alive for no reason… There must be some intention behind it.”
“Well, naturally.”
Every action had a reason.
Just as Hawkeye’s performance of love was a scheme for ferreting out Demon Worshippers, and just…