The Mauin Villagers watched on as the man responsible for the fall of their old home was ripped apart by monsters.
They cheered, and some even cried.
They were not sadists, but seeing this felt like another piece of the world was put in the right place.
The others in the battlement were curious about what they were cheering about, though they didn't move from their positions. Regardless of what was happening, they were still in a war.
What if, in their distraction, an enemy archer somehow managed to target them? Worse, what if a high-jumping monster suddenly appeared and bit off their heads.
Cringe.
That was very unlikely, of course, since unlike other villages their walls were above a five-meter tall wall. Still, who'd want to die in some 'freak accident'?
Anyway, while all this was ongoing, some sharper aborigines were quiet. They just stared in the direction where Hemeppo died.