Morning quickly comes—the previous night's event passes in a blink. I couldn't bring myself to sleep, but it was because I was still too energetic to.
Sitting in the sofa in the living room, I stare silently at the floor that was previously littered with body parts and pooled with blood. It is clean now because I have burned the bodies to ashes and clean the blood with Magic.
I am not even sure if doing it will do some help to the kid who I have chosen to spare, but I did it anyway because I believe it will make her less traumatized.
Waking up in an empty house in an empty village is nightmarish enough in my opinion, so I hope not seeing her parents' dead bodies upon waking up will help lessen her burden greatly.
"Pfft. Why am I even thinking about it? Will humans ever think about this kind of thing before killing a Monster child or a Demon child? Have I ever thought how pitiful those Monster kids I killed in games? No."
Why should I care?
