The tedious hunt continued.
As Sylvia still feared killing other creatures, whenever a monster or animal appeared, her hand trembled and hesitated.
'If I were a monster or an animal, I'd ask her to be killed.'
Didn't she know the saying life is precious?
Whenever she encountered a monster, she was petrified and couldn't bring herself to slay it, instead only causing it agony, so I naturally felt pity for them.
Still, things were a little better for the animals. The hunter mercilessly trampled the monsters once they’d fallen.
As the tedious hunt continued, I suddenly became curious.
"What's your name?"
We'd been wandering for a while, but I thought it was too much to call the hunter his profession, so I asked for his name.
Wouldn't the hunter have the same feeling I did being called a bastard all the time?
But how the hunter responded was unexpected.
"I don’t have one."
"...You don't have a name?"
"Yes."
'He doesn't have a nam...
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