Otherworldly Demons [A LitRPG and Isekai story]

Chapter 12 A Pet's Pet

Outside the southern walls of Appletown, Martha's cottage.

Martha was no longer wearing the spring dress as her jet-black hair cascaded down her pauldron-covered shoulders. She was clad in full-plated armor that was fitted to perfection. It wasn't too tight on her chest, as her curves were artistically outlined with obsidian engravings.

She slid a two-meter longsword off its sheath, observing its design along with the reflection of her auburn eyes and beautifully curved brows. Her pupils turned hollow for a split second before shining with a dangerous glint. With a sigh, her expression eased as she slid her longsword back before fastening the scabbard around her waist.

As a woman and garrison commander, her responsibilities are second only to those of the town mayor, but this does not mean she lacks privileges. One of which is that she can choose when to clock in or out as long as there is nothing threatening going on that damages the town or its people.

This was a new labor law that the mayor passed on to its townspeople, as it was proven to increase work satisfaction with only minor repercussions. For instance, all might be tardy; that's why the improved version of the law can only be applied to the best in their fields.

Knowing that the bandits might become active again soon, she hired recruits, whose training was already assigned to her vice commander. She was a little guilty about leaving all the menial work to him, but as long as she could guard this part of the forest, she could still fulfill her job.

There was another guardian who was slightly weaker than her, stationed on the eastern side of the town, who was positioned to deter a few animal stragglers if they managed to reach this far behind the Balintuwang trees.

Even she, the garrison commander, couldn't understand what was so magical about those, but she welcomed it as long as the town would be safer.

Lucy already had a spare key with her, but she always forgets it sometimes. After discovering Lucy's key was safe inside the house, Martha sighed internally.

I'll just have to hide it under the rug again, she thought as she eyed the forgotten key.

She quickly checked the different windows and back door to make sure they were all locked, and with a nod, she went out to the front.

With her body clad in armor, she came out of the front door and finished locking up. She was turning around but stopped halfway as her head slowly looked behind her as if she were listening intently.

Her expression gradually morphed, creasing her brow as she quickly went around the cottage, jumped across the three-meter-wide river, and sprinted towards the forest, vanishing behind the sea of trees.

...

Lucy and Ash were about to reach the hunter's encampment. Apart from Bert and the old man, they didn't encounter another hunter on their way back.

They must be hunting deeper into the woods, Ash thought as he overtook Lucy to ask her something.

Hey, Lucy! Didn't you just hear those trees falling near the mountain?

Arf! Arf! Woof? Ash was being rowdy as they were finally out of the dangerous part of town. He couldn't risk barking deeper in the forest.

The young woman wasn't fazed and just smiled in return as she replied, "Ash, you know, sometimes I wish I could just understand you. I always wonder what it's like to talk to you, and maybe we can argue about a lot of things."

"And we would have competition, and I know that I'll win."

Yeah, right. Keep dreaming, he replied while making sure his paws wouldn't bump into each other. He has almost mastered the walking with four feet thing.