Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1364 1336. The reality of life

Maria's eyes sparkled with disbelief for some unknown reason.

Yes, ‘somehow’.

After all, in Maria's subjective time, she had seen sunshine and daytime not long ago. All the changes and the collapse of the worldview actually originated from the previous night, just one night.

But for some reason, Maria felt the light covering the side of her face under the brim of her hat, and she felt a sense of melancholy as if from another world.

How long was that night before?

How long has it been since I've seen the sun?

In other words, have I ever really seen the light?

The contradiction between memory and feeling caused Maria to freeze as she took a step into the alley.

Confused and disbelieving, she looked up at the sunlight piercing through the gaps in the spiers of the Gothic buildings in Yanan.

Then he looked back at the alley, where the demon hunter seemed to have lost his strength and was unconscious, but was still smiling with his head down.

"What did you do?"

Her slender legs wearing long leather boots stepped on the stone tiles, and she quickly trotted to Lan En's side and half-knelt down, asking in an anxious tone unconsciously.

She herself didn't know what she was anxious about at this time, but this unbelievable emotion kept rising from the bottom of her heart.

"What did you do?!"

Unconsciously, Maria lost the style and habit of the Yharnam hunters who were completely silent even when the blade of a knife sliced ​​across their throats.

Her voice spread far in this empty dawn.

Far enough to attract something.

The sound of claws stepping on the stone tiles finally allowed Maria to break away from the wave of chaotic emotions and regain her skills as a Yharnan hunter.

She turned around smoothly and quickly to face the entrance of the alley, the one-shoulder cloak on her left shoulder swinging in a gorgeous and neat arc in the air.

The Cainhurst musket in his left hand was loaded and pointed.

The unique cold murderous aura of the Yanan hunters was aimed there.

But “Oow?”

A dog, a scrawny dog, just about to pass by the alley, jumped three feet high as if it was suddenly pricked by a needle, and its messy hair exploded.

He whimpered and ran away without looking back.

Maria, whose finger was already on the trigger of the musket, stared blankly in a very uneducated manner, watching the dog under the muzzle of the gun run away.

Because that's a normal dog!

Although a dog is dirty, thin, and looks almost dead, it is indeed a normal creature!

Its ribs are not exposed. Although its belly is deflated, there is still a layer of belly covering the bones and internal organs. Its messy hair also grows from the skin, not from the bones, internal organs, and marrow of the body. It grows!

Seeing a normal creature for the first time, Maria felt as if she had seen sunlight.

In her subjective memory, she should have just seen these things, but her feelings could not match her memory.

Subconsciously, Maria's hand holding the gun pressed her tricorn hat, using this action to stabilize her head from the contradictory confusion.

"Dream. Reality. It's all too messy in the past."

The huntress whispered in a tangled voice.

In the chaos between a group of high-dimensional life forms, everything in Yanan appears to be illogical, absurd and chaotic.

But fortunately, the hunters in Yanan are used to dealing with this kind of situation.

Since it was already sunrise and even ordinary creatures were already running around in the city, Maria could finally give up her previous plan of finding her own way and asking for help.

She supported Lan En, who was in a semi-conscious state, and walked on his arm.

If it was that dangerous night in Yanan, then Maria felt that it would be safer for both of them to put some disguise on the unconscious Lan En and then go find someone alone instead of carrying a heavy burden with her.

Maria walked with Lan En in the city shining with the light of dawn.

Although she already knew that this was the 'future' Yanan, the scene in front of her still shocked Maria.

Not because of advances in technology and the expansion of cities, but because of dilapidation.

This city, which is several times larger than Old Yharnam, undoubtedly represents the technological progress and scale expansion that have occurred over time.

But at this moment, the cold sunlight of dawn shines on the ground.

On the side of the road, there is a statue of a female angel without a head, but with her hands raised to the sky as if praying for something.

Its body was already entangled with tiny vines, and deep red blood stains could still be seen vaguely that had seeped into the stone.

But it had been too long, and even with the sensitivity of Yanan Hunter, who could smell the blood in other people's veins from a few meters away, he could hardly tell what kind of blood it was. Several corpses that had weathered to the point where only their skeletons were left were lying beside the pool in the small square.

It stands to reason that the corpse should have been turned into a clean skeleton, and the clothes on the body should have been weathered into pieces.

But the clothes of those Yanan civilians were well worn on the skeleton body.

A dirty and yellowed white shirt, frayed overalls, a straw hat or an old wide-brimmed hat for work.

There are also pitchforks, muskets and torches used by civilians beside them.

These things are still fine.

Maria walked along the road that seemed vaguely familiar. After walking past the pool, she saw a withered skeleton on the ground that should have been dressed as a hunter.

It's still a combination of long-dried bones and unreasonably intact clothes.

It's just that the hunter in front of him, wearing a suit and woolen coat and a neat top hat, must have been quite fashionable during his lifetime.

Even from Maria's point of view, this outfit is very fashionable in this era, so let's call him a fashionable hunter.

But on the hunter's body, Maria did not see his musket or weapons, and she did not know what the circumstances were when he died.

After turning around and seeing a large closed iron door, Maria realized that she had probably transferred to Gascoigne's house.

A female hunter was holding a man who was much taller and stronger than her. Even though Maria's physical fitness was not weak, the noise of bumps and bumps was always insignificant.

Lan En's boots with intertwined dragon scales made a clanging sound on the stone tile floor.

In the buildings on both sides of the pool park, a house is protected by thick iron railings, and there are several iron chains wrapped around the windows. It seems that it is because it feels the sunlight through the curtains. At this time, it is hesitating and thinking again. Or cautiously open it slightly.

This person seemed not to have seen Maria standing in the small pool park.

In other words, he is so delirious now that he doesn't even know what he is doing.

After confirming that there was real sunlight outside the curtains, he almost tore off the curtains on the window.

He looked at everything in front of him blankly and at a loss.

There is some lycanthropic black hair under the bandage on his head, but it is very slight, so slight that people think he just has strong eyebrow growth.

Just like Maria who saw the sun and the normal dog before, he covered his head at this sight.

It seems like I have forgotten too many things, and it seems like I can't handle so much information.

But in the end, he did not have the tenacious nerves of the Yharnam hunters. After turning around and shrinking back into the room, he let out a cry of pain and surprise.

Too many people died.

This hunting night was too long.

Even if they were lucky enough, they didn't turn into a lycanthropic patient, nor were they broken into by a crazy lycanthropic patient or a hunter. It was hard for them to survive just from hunger and thirst.

In Yanan now, if one person can survive among hundreds of people, it is considered an ideal situation.

Involuntarily, she tilted her head and looked at the still dazed Witcher.

Without him, this city would not even have the chance to feel sad.

"Squeak!"

The rusty steel door shaft made a harsh sound as the mechanism rotated.

If it were at night, this movement would undoubtedly be unacceptable and devastating news.

But now, the person who opened the mechanism is standing relaxedly next to the mechanism lever.

Henrik raised his head while holding down his three-cornered hat. Although his eyes were stung by a gap between the brim of the hat and the mask, he still looked greedily at the morning light.

After he was stimulated to tears by the light, he sniffed and nodded muffledly to Maria who walked in through the open iron gate.

"I guessed that this is the road you are familiar with."

The old hunter first skillfully lifted Lan En's head, rolled his eyelids, and looked at his mouth.

The final tone was as calm as ever.

"It's nothing serious. It looks like he's suffering from a lack of blood? But I didn't see any big enough wounds on his body."

"I'm not a professional doctor after all. Let's go and take him back to Orton Chapel."

The cold light of dawn gradually becomes warmer as time goes by.

But in Yanan, increasingly noisy voices appeared, expressing collapse and pain.

But Maria, who was holding Lan En, and Henryk, who was walking to the other side and holding up the witcher's other arm, felt the reality of life in these increasingly noisy sounds.

Not as **** and absurd as a dream, but a real, human life.