A week has passed since the unthinkable happened - my sister and I were forced to end the lives of our parents.
I was the one who took my mother's life. Strangely, I don't feel the sting of sorrow in my heart anymore. The tears have dried up, and the images of my parents are gradually fading from my memory.
Is it because I've grown to despise them? Or is it simply time to let go?
"Look, brother, a deer!"
Hilde's voice broke through my thoughts. She had been glued to the cart's window ever since we started our journey with the mercenaries.
Our days have been filled with mundane tasks - cooking for the mercenaries, cleaning their equipment, and skinning the demons they hunt.
Isaac, the wizard, has kept his distance so far. He may appear harmless, but I know better. He's the same man who tried to claim my sister for his own twisted desires last year.
