After searching every house with the help of the knights, they found out that every single villager had been killed. All of them died with a single stab wound on the neck and a chunk of their limbs missing with a few claw marks on their skin.
Enrid took most of the bodies to a large house and stored them there. Fortunately, he didn't pile them up like a mountain. He respectfully arranged them and covered their corpses with the cloth found inside their homes.
Enrid opened the door and left the large house with the expression of a disgusted man covering his nose, he closed the door and went to his allies who were currently gathered outside of the carriage.
"How many deceased in total?" The mage asked with her head facing the ground, her giant hat covering her expression. Honestly? It's for the best. There were…
