“You were born with the qualities of a saintess.”
“……Who?”
What? A saintess?
At first, she was doubtful. She carried a hand’s-breadth hunting knife with a keenly honed edge. If some clumsy conman tried to pull a trick on her, she was quite ready to cut off a few fingers.
And if he came at her for her looks, she was fully prepared to cut off something other than fingers. That was just how the girl lived. On the outside, she was a small, delicate girl.
That meant she looked easy to extort or beat to death, and such an appearance wasn’t much help in the life of a hunter. Did monsters ever stop in their tracks at the sight of her? If anything, they’d see her as easy prey and attack even more.
Was this another such case? But what did she have that anyone would try to lure her with words like that? Was it someone like the storyteller who’d tried something on her last year?
That storyteller had pulled a filthy trick, going after her body, and Seiki had made sure he’d never try that again by severing one of his appendages. From all that experience, Seiki had learned that showing a little force when things went awry was the best way to make matters go smoothly.
‘Looking at my current state, I doubt he’d be talking about appearances.’