My players are too fierce!

Church of the Rising Sun, nave, great ward.

The three little players sat in a row.

Kashima stroked the brass medal in his hand; the wings of the double-headed eagle faintly gleamed with blood.

[Sanity Value: 80/90]

Blood and Iron.

Damn it, you traded 10 points of your maximum sanity for this thing?

I'm afraid they've lost a lot of money.

"...water..."

A weak groan reached their ears, and the three of them looked up together.

The swordsman realized what was happening, took the water bottle from his waist, and carefully poured it into the mouth of the seriously injured guard.

"...cough cough...cough..."

"Will he survive?"

The swordsman asked Kashima.

"Hard to say," Kashima shook his head, glancing at the severed arm.

The blood-red fabric made it impossible to determine the extent of blood loss.

[Second Phase Mission: Healing the Wounded (1/1)]

【completed】

[Waiting for other players to complete the second stage of the mission: 1/5]

The task only required treatment, not a complete cure.

Kashima sighed, looking at the chaotic central hall.

A large number of NPCs dressed as refugees huddled in a corner, and even if you couldn't see their faces clearly, you could still feel their despair.

Every now and then, someone would break down under the pressure and run towards the back door.

"By the way, Swordsman, have you ever fought with any of those outside?"

David Day was somewhat curious.

"No," the swordsman helped the heavily wounded guard to his feet and patted him on the back. "Even Marcus is having such a hard time. If I went up there, I'd probably be dead by now."

"...They are insane."

The heavily wounded guard spoke up.

"What do you mean?"

"...Ha...cowards who abandoned the sun..." The tone was tinged with sarcasm. "Then what about us...those abandoned by the sun..."

"While... while we can still walk... cough cough! cough cough cough!"

Another violent coughing fit ensued, as if he were coughing up his internal organs.

"Did everyone... survive...?"

His gaze lost focus, his pupils slowly dilated, and the hand that had been gripping the sword loosened.

They couldn't be saved.

Kashima felt like something was stuck in his chest.

I feel really uncomfortable.

"You're here."

Hachimedes and the colorful toad arrived late.

The colorful toad was something Hachimedes had just picked up on the road.

If Hamido hadn't pulled him away, he'd probably be doing therapy with refugees on the street right now.

Unbelievable! Even strangers whose faces you can't see can spout off a few words, don't they find it creepy?

Seeing the somber atmosphere among the three, and noticing the corpse in front of them, he understood what had probably happened.

He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of distractions.

He is the brains of the team, and he should be the one staying calm right now.

"What is your mission in the first phase?"

He previously played a minor official who was in the cellar taking stock of grain reserves.

This job is very simple; all you have to do is count the bags.

To his surprise, after the bell rang to signal the start of the second phase, the hundred or so bags of flour in front of him dwindled to less than ten.

Did they skip the plot entirely? A very long section was skipped...

Or is there something else?

That's why Hakimes asked the four men to give him information; he needed to establish a basic grasp of the overall situation.

The group took turns explaining their actions from entering the instance until now.

The bloodletting on Kashima Island, the swordsman's patrol, the toad's chanting...

It was all very ordinary, perfectly matching their current outfits and the roles they were playing.

Plague doctor, church guard, novice priest...

It's less of a task and more like getting into character?

The word flashed through Hakimes' mind.

When he arrived at David Day, he keenly sensed something was amiss.

"You mean, there was a nun whose face you could see clearly, even the number of freckles on her face, who saved your life?"

"Huh? What? Yes."

"Holy crap! How could you let such a clue slip by!"

Most of the NPCs in this instance have faces that are not clearly visible.

Even the guard who had just died on the ground could be vaguely identified by the severity of his injuries by looking at his lips.

A nun whose face you can clearly see?

How could we let such an obvious clue slip by!

Hakimed was so angry he almost strangled David Day on the spot, but was stopped by the swordsman and Kashima.

"No, no, no! Calm down first!"

"The child is still young, don't rush things!"

"Hehe, I thought it was some kind of love-at-first-sight story, so I didn't really think about it..."

"Holy crap! I can't even imagine it, how dare you?!"

Kashima kicked David Day to the ground and punched him in the face.

"Wait! Don't rush, we have a mission!"

[Second Stage Mission: Find Sister Isa]

"The toad said excitedly."

"Really? Let me see."

Hakimed frowned and glared at David Day.

We need to focus on our business; we can educate him after the book is finished.

David Day rubbed his face, thinking, "Damn, he doesn't give his sugar daddy any face at all."

What a dark move!

"Holy crap! My quest has been updated too!"

Following closely behind the toad in triggering the quest was the swordsman.

[Second Phase Mission: Ensure Sister Isa's Survival]

Is this supposed to be a combat mission?

The swordsman gripped the broken sword at his waist.

Once inside the dungeon, his equipment was still there, and it even replaced the trial equipment that had been given to him.

Currently, neither Hakimed nor David Day's mission has been completed.

We still need to move the plot forward.

"Then let's..."

boom!

Before Hakimed could finish speaking, a loud crash came from the church door.

It felt like something had crashed into us.

Screams erupted one after another.

Chaos and disorder began to spread.

[Second Phase Mission: Guide the survivors to the cellar for refuge (0/50, child count doubled)]

The other four men moved closer to Hakimed, seemingly intending to protect him.

boom!

The door was suddenly pushed open.

A horrifying, indescribable thing lay on the ground.

It was a twisted humanoid shape made of flesh and metal.

It remained motionless, as if it were dead.

[Rationality - 10]

[Rationality - 15]

Two guards helped Marcus, who was bruised and battered, into the room.

After he sat down against the wall, the guards who were with him closed the gate and lowered the bolt.

Bang—bang—

A beast-like roar echoed outside the door.

Something is banging on the door.

Of the seven or eight guards who went out earlier, only two have returned to the church alive.

Hakimed's pupils contracted sharply.

It wasn't because they were seeing the village bully from the newbie village again, who had almost wiped them out.

The church doors were wide open.

There is no tavern opposite the church.

It is a mountain range.

This church may not have actually been in the town.

-

Tavern.

Roland, who had been silently spying on the player from their perspective, suddenly stood up from the sofa.

The little gray mouse on my head almost fell off because it wasn't sitting properly.

Emma chuckled to herself.

He arrived at the tavern's door.

Looking at the church across the street.

Not just churches.

He recalled his experience of surviving in this small town over the past few months.

It turns out that this small town was a cemetery.

A graveyard of obsession.