Blade & Bastard: Warm ash, Dusky dungeon Volume 1 by Kumo Kagyu

Author:Kumo Kagyu [KAGYU, KUMO]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J-Novel Club
Published: 2022-12-09T00:00:00+00:00

His head flew off.

Then, his body slumped over sideways. The head that had once sat atop his shoulders now spun as it bounced across the floor. Once the head was gone, the body it left behind gushed blood from the gaping wound.

Oh, so this is what it means when they talk about it raining blood... thought Raraja.

“May you have a good death under the protection of God...” prayed Aine as she bathed in the falling drops of ichor. “Whew.” She exhaled, then spun around.

“Hey now, Iarumas-sama!”

Whoosh! Her sword whipped right past Raraja’s nose to point directly at the man in black.

“That wasn’t very noble of you! Just watching like that...”

Iarumas pushed aside the tip of the blood-drenched sword with some irritation, then shrugged his shoulders. “I thought he’d manage without my intervention.” No panic, no surprise. No concern or relief either. He spoke as if he was only stating the facts. “Simply gaining experience in the dungeon isn’t enough to say you’ve raised your level.”

Taking a break. Resting in town. That was the important thing, Iarumas explained dispassionately. Then, he continued, saying, “It was the same way for me... Probably.”

When Iarumas stepped forward to clap Raraja lightly on the shoulder, his boots made a squelching sound in a puddle of blood. He then crouched next to Garbage, staining his knees red as he peered at her face.

“I’m pulling them out. Don’t move.”

She just whined in response. There was a jingle as the silver needles scattered across the floor. Though the darts were thin and sharp, they fortunately hadn’t gone in all that deep.

With the needles pulled out of her eyelids, Garbage hesitantly opened her blue eyes.

“Arf!”

Once he’d seen her eyes—like two deep pools of clear water—blink a few times, Raraja let out a sigh of relief. Maybe...he’d been trying not to notice them too much before now.

“Ah, jeez...” Sister Ainikki let out a resigned sigh, seemingly unconcerned by the blood splatter. Then, she noticed the disbelief on Raraja’s face. “Oh,” she murmured, looking around before adding, “gosh.” Her cheeks flushed red—the color of roses, not blood—and she began fidgeting awkwardly. “I’m sorry. Look at what I’ve done.”

Thoroughly embarrassed, she held out the greatsword like it was a fashionable piece of clothing and asked, “Will you be buying this?”

§

Having added one more two-handed sword to the list than they’d originally planned, their shopping trip ended without further incident.

It was now evening, and Raraja trudged down the main street in Scale, a weary look on his face.

“This wasn’t worth it...” he muttered.

Beside him walked a thoroughly apologetic Aine. “I’m terribly sorry...” she said. Her silver hair swayed in the golden light of sunset as she bowed her head.

When she was that sincere, it made Raraja feel awkward. “Nah,” he curtly told her. “It’s no big deal—I’m used to being an errand boy.”

In the end, he’d had to carry the body.

“I won’t ask you to clean up the blood, but don’t leave a headless body lying in the middle of my store. It’s

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