Chapter 5

The food was being transferred outside. It had several kegs and was being distributed outside. All the villagers watched this scene with their mouths open wide.

(Kegs- small barrel)

“Let’s dance and play all night, huh? Oh, dad.” Mila stopped laughing when she saw her father waving his hand from the distance while acting with excitement. At first glance, his expression was terribly stiff. She thought that he might be angry with Mila for talking to her.

Mila looked at her and whispered silently.

“See you later, Ariste.”

“Un.” Ariste nodded.

When she faced the direction where Mila ran off to, she saw Mila running to her father. Her father grabbed her hand and almost dragged her away. Ariste was busy trying to wave her hand towards her while she was dragged away by his father.

Mila’s father did not forget to glance at Ariste as he hurried her daughter into their house.

Witnessing it, she became a little nervous. ‘Is there something I don’t know?’ Then Han’s gaze came to her mind when he was drunk and glanced at her with that unpleasant gaze. It’s not a day or two that he looked at her like marten aiming at a chick.

(Marten- it looked like a weasel. It also eats small mammals, so maybe it could also eat chicks? after all they are small as well.)

If it wasn’t what she thought, then, there was something even more disturbing in Hans’ eyes today. More so, the people in this village didn’t always tell Ariste everything. It felt like she was still a stranger even after she had lived here for the last seven years. Ariste thought it couldn’t be helped, after all, she wasn’t born in this village.

The village that was located in the mountains was like a dense closed off castle that blocked the road in all directions with just snow. Naturally, while the bond between the people living in the village was bound to deepen, they were wary of strangers.

But, children of the same age, as they grow up, loosen their boundaries…

Although she paid them, the adults were uncomfortable. However, people like Ariste were still outsiders to them and even though time passed, all of them still didn’t try to open up.

Ariste felt sorry for their attitude and understood them well. The villages scattered in the mountains were particularly competitive and wary because the hunting zones of each other overlapped.

And it was unusual for an outsider to enter such a village.

…

There were a total of four special hunters. Among them, a man with long scars on his face, apparently from the sharp claws of a beast, glanced around, sharpening his gun and knife.

Even his body was covered with thick fur. It was very obvious that his body was full of small and large scars. The person sitting next to him was wearing an eye patch. A long scar extending to the back of his neck also caught Ariste’s eye. The people who came back with full limbs were in good shape.

There were hunters in the village as well, and although they possessed one or two scars from a beast as medals, the wounds these special hunters had somehow seemed  even more shocking. It was because it looked much bigger and deeper than what the usual beast could produce.

She turned her head to the side where they were standing and lowered her head right away while she lowered the hood she was wearing.

Ariste hurriedly stepped up and walked down the street. She arrived in front of her house, thinking of how many slices of bread were left in the house and how many days she could eat the soup made from the potatoes she just received.

Her house was just like any other in the village, a log cabin. The moment she was about to climb up the wooden stairs, someone called her from behind.

(log cabin)

“Ariste.”

With a call from behind, she looked back.

“Old Lady.” It was Mrs. Reed, who lives next door.

She was one of those who was always kind to her, and who never lost a kind smile to her father.

“What is it?”

Next to Mrs. Reed was Galon, the village chief of Vito.

“Whatever happens, the day will get a lot colder, you are alone, and I’ve been worrying about it.”

Mrs. Reed approached with a smile and said as she held Ariste’s hand.

“Oh my god, these pretty hands are rough.” she then wrapped a cloth around Ariste’s hands.
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