He Who Hunts Demons Chapter 7: 7-My Name Is Snow

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7-My Name Is Snow Bel was rather talkative when given the chance, but I couldn’t complain because she fed me a lot of information in just the few minutes that had passed. She hailed from a small village far south, wherever that was, and had only decided to leave her parents and brothers behind to venture into the abyss out of pure curiosity. I, personally, called it stupidity, but I couldn’t tell her that because, as far as I could tell, Wyg was very conversant with the human language and highly protective of Bel whether she was in the right or wrong. But that didn’t mean I didn’t give her a hint. I frowned when she’d said that, and being the sharp girl she was, she paused and stuttered in return. Then came her desperate attempts to try and justify her reasoning, which only made matters worse. Because what did she mean by her curiosity stemmed from the countless stories of the monsters roaming the abyss she had heard growing up, and she just wanted to see them for herself? I almost facepalmed then, but then she pointed at me and began to berate me instead, claiming that I was just the same as her. And she was technically right, considering to her, I was also a child who had snuck into the abyss—one that would have died if not for her help, all things considered. We had gone on from there, and the conversation flowed into how she’d met Wyg. Apparently, the mutant dog had saved her while she was attacked by a group of monstrous spiders. Considering this place was all snow, I would have thought those sorts of things wouldn’t exist; but I’d seen demons and I knew that some things didn’t follow the rules of nature. One just had to step into their habitat to find out. What bothered me though was why a monster would save a human from another monster. But Wyg only understood us, we didn’t understand him, and so neither Bel nor I had the answer to that question. Since it wasn’t really a highly important one to me, I tossed it down the pile. The shard and Paradise, however, were more important to me. Unluckily, though, Bel knew nothing about either. “Is there any way I can get up there?” I said to Bel, standing halfway sunken into the pool of water underneath the opening in the ceiling of the cave. Perhaps if I was a Transcendent I would have just been able to jump out, but, sadly, this body was even far worse than my own. “I’ve not tried,” Bel replied. She was lying casually on the ground, leaning backwards into Wyg’s fur. I glanced at her and shook my head. “Then how did you even get in here in the first place?” “Wyg brought us down,” she replied. I turned to the dog. Two eyes were closed and two open. It was asleep and yet vigilant. It must be nice to have four eyes. “Then can it lift us out?” I asked. Bel shrugged. “I don’t know. I think. Why are you asking?” I raised a brow. “Were you intending on staying here forever?” “No,” she said. “But it’s scary out there.” I snorted. “You walked into it on your own. You don’t get to complain now.” She clicked her tongue. “You don’t get to say that. You almost died too. I saved your life.” “Thank you,” I said, half genuinely and half sarcastically while still staring straight at the opening. “Why do you even want to go out there now? I think you should sleep. Mommy always says a good sleep begets a healthy mind and body.” “Sorry, I don’t have a mutated dog to keep me safe, so I doubt a good sleep will keep me from dying to monsters when we eventually head out,” I muttered to myself. “I need a weapon,” this one was a reply to Bel’s question. “Something I can use to fight.” Her brows jumped up and she sat up straight. “You can fight?!” “A little, yes,” I said, returning back to land from the pool of water. “What kind are you?” “Swordsman.” Considering the primitive setting surrounding me, I decided to go with that. And, well, it was kind of true. At the early stages of my hunting career, I’d started off with the sword. I only changed to a revolver when I earned enough to purchase one. Fighting