Deep in the dense forest.
A group of a dozen or so tall men were sitting on the ground around a campfire.
Nearby, hanging from the black trees, were a boy and a girl, their faces streaked with tears.
Crack!
A scar-faced man picked up a whip and lashed it fiercely across the little boy's body.
"Ah!"
A deep whip mark appeared on the little boy's face as he cried out in agony.
"Damn it... It was their grandmother who killed so many of our brothers."
He cursed as he took another swig of alcohol.
"Boss..."
A thin man with slanting eyes bit into a piece of mutton, "That woman might be the legendary Demon Hunter... Besides those humanoid monsters, I can think of no one else so strong..."
"So..."
The bandit leader's icy gaze turned towards the man with slanting eyes.
"Demon Hunters are infertile, so... those are probably her adopted descendants."
Slanting eyes replied.
"Ptui!"
