Butcher Demon

Chapter 24: Horror Film Monster

I quickly turned around and saw the crouched fox girl, stop dead in her tracks.

I think she was trying to sneak past me and heading for the exit.

Well, I can see that. If there was a nasty fellow in the same room wearing a paper bag and naked apron, dragging a huge kitchen knife, I would want to run away too.

But what should I do?

The perverted fox woman’s intentions were probably to make me her bodyguard, so if I let her go and stood alone by the window, I’d be judged as nothing more than a good for nothing, a nobody.

I have to show her how useful I am. I don’t know what’s in it for me, but it’ll give me more scope for action than just being some random butcher. It’s a risk to stand out, but as long as I follow instructions quietly, even if I’m a bit of an oddball, I won’t suddenly be punished.

But it’s not the same as locking a fox girl in a room all the time.

……it’s no use.

I stood in front of the door while the fox girl stared at me with frightened eyes, and I put my hand on the knob and twisted it.

The door opens.

I stepped aside and opened the path.

The fox girl furrowed her brows.

The fox girl watched my actions with a furrowed brow, but eventually, she walked past me and out of the room.

I followed behind her.

The fox girl looked back at me with a startled expression.

She walked down the corridor to get away from me. I followed her.

The fox cub quickened her pace. I walked faster, too.

She stopped in front of the downstairs stairs, and I stopped too.

She got teary-eyed and scowled, looking like she didn’t know what to do.

…….I am your escort, you know?

From that point on, my painstaking escort began.

I would follow her wherever she went.

Third floor. Second floor. First floor. The entrance hall. The living room.

If she sits on the sofa in the living room, I stand behind her like a ghost. if she tries to make tea in the kitchen, I stand behind her. If she reaches out and jumps up and down, I’ll pick up a container of tea leaves from a high shelf for her. Here you are.

Once she’s back in the room, I stand by the window and stare out. Then some aliens pass by, point at my figure and shout something. They had a look of surprise on their faces like Kazuo Umezu[1] manga .

If there was a knock on the door, I would open it and answer it instead of the Fox Girl. And most of the visitors would buckle down in front of the super-duper pervert who emerged from behind the door.

Sometimes she goes into the bathroom, and I stand outside and wait. Thanks to this, I know from the outside what’s doing and exactly how long she is in there. As expected, she didn’t like this, so I was sent away by a puffy-cheeked fox girl who slapped me on my butcher apron.

She once tried to run away from me down the hallway, but I ran after her. Despite appearances, the Butcher’s running speed is quite high. It was impossible to run away from me, but she was also very clever.

She is truly as nimble as a fox. She slid through narrow spaces, zigzagging in the hallway. I also tried to maintain a close distance from her and crashing through all the obstacles.

When the servants saw me chasing after the fox, they let out a small scream and opened the way.

The picture of me chasing the fox cub all over the house is just like a horror movie about a girl trapped in an abandoned house running away from the monster.

I recall one day when there was a thunderstorm, and on that day there was a particularly big commotion.

A lot of feeble servants fainted when they saw me suddenly appearing with rumbling sound as of thunder. I had to use my experience as a scout to track down the fox cub while keeping myself out of sight, so that’s when the accident happened.

There was an incident where I was waiting in the shower room for the fox girl to come out, and with a shuffling sound, a strange woman appeared from the other side, and she collapsed before the sudden appearance of the butcher.

I almost raped her because the woman who came out of nowhere was indescribably good-looking.

Before I knew it, the fox girl had switched places with me, peeking at me from afar with a nihihi…… smile on her face, taunting me. I got set up, damn you…

For a few days, the whole house was such a horror.

Even so, the girl didn’t go out.

It seems she knows she’s being targeted. That’s smart.

Such a life went on for three days.

The truth is, I sleep extremely few hours a day, and to be frank, I can stay awake for days. Sometimes, I can just stand there and stare at nothing for an hour and be fine. I don’t even need to close my eyes. I mean, I don’t even have eyelids. During that time, images come in through my eyes, but my mind is not working. It was such a strange feeling.

That’s why when the fox girl went to bed, I turned into an incongruous figurine and stood next to her bed to watch her sleep.

She had nightmares, not metaphorically, for three days and three nights.

Poor thing. As expected, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

Then, on the fourth night, in the living room. The fox girl with dark circles in her eyes was raising her eyebrows and protesting vehemently against the perverted fox woman. I don’t need to ask her what it was about.

Hang in there, fox girl. I can’t wait to get home and get back to my rape job. This mission is unfortunate for both of us. If you succeed in convincing her, I’ll be free to go. I’m rooting for you. Good luck.

My libido is getting to the point where I can barely stand it.

That fox lady doesn’t seem to know much about the Butcher. If you don’t send me back to the institution or assign me to someone, I’m going to rape, kill, and eat you, the girl, and anyone else with fox ears in this house.

The perverted fox woman held up a finger and said something with a sense of authority, and the fox girl, seeing this, was stunned and nodded her head. I guess it didn’t work. I hung my head, too.

I lifted my head.

I could smell the blood.

Butcher is very sensitive to the smell of blood. As I racked my brains for the source of the scent, the perverted fox woman seemed to have sensed something as well and stood up sharply with her eyes while shielding the fox child behind her back.

I stood at the window of the living room on the first floor to see what was going on outside.

My vision drifted almost simultaneously with the glittering of the stars as if it was falling down from the sky.

The next thing I knew, I felt a strong impact against my head. I was knocked down and fell on my back.

I know what caused it.

I’ve been shot in the head. My head felt like it was on fire.

That’s when I finally heard the gunshot sound.

It is very difficult to defeat the Butcher with a single headshot. I know because I used to be a sniper myself. They were considered to have unusually hardheads, and all snipers were afraid of the Butcher.

But that’s half a misconception. The main reason is this paper bag. Butcher bags are very hard. I once saw through it by accident.

A misaimed bullet bounced off the butcher’s paper bag, and when I was in close range, I hurriedly put the next bullet in its head, and the butcher was easily killed.

It was then that I realized that the paper bag was the official helmet of the Butcher. So, I decided send the paper bag flying first, and then use armor-piercing steel rounds to aim at the head from as close range as possible. This was the method I had developed for sniping the Butcher.

It was the only way for a sniper to kill a butcher, although it was terribly difficult to make the paper bag flying and it was a hellish one-shot game that required the butcher to be drawn in front of me.

Such a sniping method that I developed should have been passed down to the Fox team that I belonged to, so this sniper is not Fox. This raid was a tango team, specializing in small-unit infiltration operations.

To shoot at a butcher bag from that far away was amateurish. It’s proof that they’ve never been in a war zone. If it were me, I’d shoot them in the shoulder to reduce their fighting power as much as possible.

While doing this analysis, I lay on the floor and pretended to be dead. The fox girl was pointing at me and saying something. The fox woman, on the other hand, was shouting and giving the fox some instructions.

Immediately after, the windows in the room exploded all at once.

Several black shadows leaped into the room.

There were four in total. They were surrounding the fox woman. Just like in the textbook.

The assailant landed on the floor and held up his gun. Just before that, the fox woman’s eyes glowed mysteriously.

The fox woman’s arms brushed the air from left to right, and the bodies of the four attackers were torn to shreds and splattered with blood. Countless deadly white blades instantly struck them.

Hmmmmm. So this is the power of the perverted fox woman. Certainly strong. She must have a magic catalyst hidden somewhere, but it was a brilliant move. I’d be in a lot of pain too if I got sliced open by all those kamaitachi at once.

It occurred to me that I should try to measure how good the aliens are at not being afraid of the Butcher. I pretended to be dead, but it was a good harvest. So that’s what it’s like. If it’s a one on one, I’ll probably win.

Now…… I can see how it goes from here. A platoon of rearguards should be coming in.

As expected, they came in from two sides of the room, two at a time.

The two on the far side rushed at the fox girl first. The fox woman’s attention turned in that direction.

As if she couldn’t use the power she had just used in succession, she began to take on the intruders in hand-to-hand combat.

It’s amazing. It’s like a kung fu movie. And strong. I can’t believe she can stand up against two special forces guys who are well trained in the art of close-quarter combat by herself.

The other two were hiding and waiting at the opposite entrance. They were going to jump in with time to get behind the fox girl or finish her off.

Unfortunately, they’re in full view of me as I play dead.

I’d better stop playing around and get to work.

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