After the execution that I arranged with the baron's son, the girls stood next to Keirin and trembled violently, casting glances of complete fear at me.
I understood that they were afraid of the possibility that, having killed the robbers, I would start mocking them, as the robbers did.
Shaking my head, I looked at Keirin who was looking at the place where the baron's son lay.
- Keirin, take care of them and help them find clothes. - Turning to her, I saw that she was immersed in her thoughts.
Hearing my voice, she came out of her thoughts and looked at the nearby girls who were looking at her with fear in their eyes. She did not know what they went through from these robbers.
She still had misgivings about Trey's change, but that could wait until she helped these girls.
Looking around the tents, she understood that she needed to collect them in one and inspect and try to calm them down.
She understood that soon she would be alone here until Trey returned and these girls could tell her about the camp's defense devices.
Her eyes fell on a large tent at which the girls cast wary glances. Without hesitation, she led the trembling girls into this tent, leaving me alone.
These girls needed to come themselves, and seeing me was a return of fear for them. While Keirin was trying to find out something from the girls, I started looking around the camp.
Walking through the tents, I noticed a couple of corpses lying on simulated beds lined with animal and monster skins.
Next to them lay various things that they pulled off after attacking the caravans.
In some tents, I saw girls tortured almost to death, and when they heard my steps, they trembled violently.
Looking into their eyes, I did not see the desire to live with them, I wanted to free them from the chains that held them. But when I approached them, they began to tremble more and shook their heads.
They did not listen to me that all the robbers were killed and nothing threatens them. But they didn't believe me, I didn't want to leave them like that.
My fears were that if I freed them they might do something to themselves. And I did not want to allow this, I needed Keirin, I had the hope that she could explain everything to them.
While checking one tent, I noticed a rune stone that was trying to connect with one of the robbers.
Wary, I looked at whoever was trying to contact, hoping to get more information about who was trying to contact.
There was one name "father", I doubted that any of the robbers communicated with their relatives. And this meant the tent in which I was now belonged to the son of the baron.
I wondered why the baron was trying to contact his son at such a time, I doubted that this was ordinary small talk.
Could the baron get information about me and try to warn his son about something?
It was possible, but only if something happened in the city. According to my assumption, the caravan should have already arrived in the city. But I was worried about whether it was safe to leave Keirin in this camp.
I felt sorry for the girls who found themselves in such conditions, but if there is a choice to save the girls and lose Keirin.
I choose to save Keirin, I didn't care about those girls. We could only ease the pain with a quick death.
Sighing and leaving the tent, I thought about how to secure the camp. If, after all, the baron knows the location of this camp, it will be dangerous for the girls to stay here.
Keirin was unable to resist everywhere at once, she could only try to strengthen her.
If she's right, there was a little bit of chaos in her magic that changed and strengthened the spell.
Heading to the center of the camp, I noticed the bodies of the robbers that I had not yet destroyed with the help of darkness.
Leaning towards the body, I wanted to call on the darkness to destroy the body, as I saw blood flowing from the wound.
And the thought came to me, I had blood magic, could it be used as I imagined now.
Sitting on the ground next to the corpse, I tried to imagine what it would look like with my hand on the ground.
And starting to try to feel it through the blood in the body of a dead robber, at first nothing worked, but I had sensations that came from the depths of my consciousness.
I felt how the blood is trying to find an opportunity to respond to my call in the body of a dead robber, but something interfered with it. Frowning, I examined the body of the robber, could it be for only one wound?
Pondering this thought, I rejected such a possibility, the problem was due to the fact that something kept her in the body of this corpse.
What if she doesn't succumb to my call because my blood is in my body and is not bonded to the blood of a thief?
I've already lost count of how many times I hurt my hand to do something! I had a desire to abandon this idea. But finding no other way, I took the sword out of storage and cut my right hand.
Feeling the pain of the cut, I clenched my fist over the rogue's blood that had flowed out of my body, gradually my blood began to drip into my blood.
I didn't realize how much blood was needed for my design after waiting until more blood moved with the rogue's blood.
Taking a pill out of storage and drinking it, I felt my arm slowly heal.
Sighing and closing my eyes again, I began to feel the blood of the robber and tried to direct it again from the body of the robber to the outside.
Gradually, I managed to direct the blood into a puddle where I dripped my blood. After a while, I noticed how the puddle was getting bigger. Satisfied, I canceled the blood spell.
And he concentrated on it, giving an image on the ground, the blood began to change and boil.
Mixed with my blood, it began to shimmer from bright red to dark red.
To my joy, I did not feel that I was tired of this action. I was disappointed that I would have to hurt my hand in order to achieve my plan. When I finished, I looked down at the ground.
A sword lay before me, its blood-red blade giving it extraordinary beauty.