The number of hunters who made it safely to the next floor of the irregular dungeon was reduced from fifteen to fourteen. Lily took care of this with her own hands.
There were no grasping heart acts, cloying words, or pathetic pleas for mercy.
It all came down to the decision and the accompanying deed.
It was pure and painless murder. With one cut of the icy sword blade, Morty was shortened by the length of his head. It can be said that he accepted death with dignity, as befits a man, which made it easier for Lily to come to terms with it all.
She wasn't proud of what she had done but didn't feel bad about it either. Yes, there was sadness in her heart, and she was gathering tears. After all, she had known Morty for almost a year. They had done a lot of dungeon raids together, but it was only so much. She had to nip these feelings in the bud and assume an impassive facade. The time for emotion and grief would come later.
