After a while, Philip returned to his small camp with a large pile of wood. Or at least as much as a man could carry.
With Henryk and Irin's support, they managed to make a pile of wood knee-high.
Taking Someryn's covered body into his arms, Henryk felt a strong nausea.
He placed his body on the pile of wood.
"Would you like to say something, kid?" Philip asked, taking his bow and arrows from the carriage.
Looking at Someryn's dead body, the young man wondered what he could say. Thoughts flashed through his mind that he and Someryn were friends. But that would be a lie.
[I'd only known him for a month. To me, he was just a guy stuck in the same shit as me. Nothing more.]
"No... I have nothing to say," Henryk finally declared, taking a few steps back to stand next to Philip and Irin.
"Then goodbye, white-haired guy." "The guy," he said, lighting the tip of the arrow with a splinter, lightly feathering his bow, and shooting the arrow.
The wood on which Someryn lay dead began to burn along with him. The flames reflected in Henryk's green eyes.
As if in a single moment, all the memories he had with Someryn flashed before his eyes. And that wasn't all. He saw the bloody bodies of adventurers, slaves whose names he didn't know, Ethan and Felicia.
The last thing he saw in a flash of memory was Brina screaming at him, begging for help. Henryk didn't regret for a second that he'd left her there to die. After all, she had been one of those who had dragged him against his will into the mana nest where everyone but him had perished.
"*Sigh* Goodbye, Someryn," he said, turning away from the burning pyre and climbing into the back of Philip's carriage.
"Hey, kid..."
"What's up?" Henryk asked, looking at Philip, who had climbed into the carriage behind him.
"Take this. These are your things, aren't they?"
The young man's eyes widened. At that moment, Philip held his backpack and the black sweatshirt that Count Korin had taken from him on his first day in this world.
Happily, Henryk thanked Philip and immediately put on his good old black sweatshirt and began rummaging through his backpack.
When he pulled out something Philip had never seen before, he smiled broadly, revealing his new gold tooth.
"What's this?" Philip asked, approaching Henryk.
In response, the young man opened the plastic package, which looked like a pillow, and showed the man what was inside. Philip saw only strange yellow plasters. At his surprised expression, Henryk smiled again, in a bad way, and began speaking loudly and clearly, like people advertising something on television.
"MY DEAR SIR, MY DEAR LADY, IN FRONT OF YOU, AN OUT-OF-THIS-WORLD SNACK CALLED CHIPS!!!"
They both looked at each other in astonishment, oblivious to what he was saying. At that moment, they realized they had to simply shove the chips into their mouths.
"Try it," Henryk said to Irin, placing a rather large chip in her hand.
The girl sniffed it for a moment, which might be called a chip with hesitation, before finally eating it. It crunched loudly. Once she had swallowed, she suddenly clutched her cheeks, making a face like something from a fairy tale. At that moment, Irin snatched the bag of chips from Henryk and continued eating in unison. The solution was to escape, but before the reaction to running away with the snack to a safe distance occurred.
"Hey, you little magpie, you left something for me and your uncle!" Henryk called out to Irin, but he was met only with her refusal, nodding her head and sticking out her tongue. "Oh, yes! Do you really want to feel like a thirteen-year-old brat!?"
"Henryk, you idiot, she's 12." Filip whispered to Zielczyk with deadly seriousness.
"Seriously?"
The boy knew from the very beginning that he was older than Irin, but he hadn't expected it to be five years. Consider changing the subject. Henryk asked Philip what they were doing now. The man told him they were going east to the town of Wojtyn. The boy didn't act to prevent the ponytailed man from appearing, saying he had no idea about the town. He simply nodded slightly and climbed into the back of the carriage, where several crates were located from Philip's direction. That's what happened first. Henryk could now come up with an idea and try to free the remaining slaves, as he had promised Someryn.
"What? Are we going?" he asked the boy, feigning indifference.
"Yes." The man walked away for a moment. "Irin!" he called to the girl. "Get your things and let's go!"
After finishing the chips Henryk had brought, Irin began to whistle softly and packed the blankets and other things into the carriage.
"So what?... We're leaving."
The girl isn't sitting, but at the very front of the carriage, near where her uncle is already, ready to urge on the black horses that are too energetic to set off.
Henryk has only appeared ten times recently, in a village where he experienced terrible pain and where he undoubtedly lost a part of himself that had helped him on earth to some extent. But now, without any other preparations, it will be difficult for him to find his way in this new world. Of course, it won't be rosy this time either, but he had a chance that your new life would begin right where he met.
The boy simply waved goodbye and pointed towards the village of Aivir, vowing that if they ever encountered Jarrett Korin on their way to...
"I will kill him without hesitation, without mercy."
Irin pulled out a strange, black, round object that was as easy for Philip to reach as a stone. The girl stepped back and pulled it from a small metal stick. Just then, the boy shouted at Irin, startling them.
"Are you crazy?!"
In an instant, Zielczyk snatched the round object from the girl's hands and threw it as far away from the man as possible. He crouched down and covered his ears.
"What are you doing, Henryk?" Philip asked, raising his eyebrows as he reached him.
*BOOM!!!*
The sudden, medium-sized change so startled Irin and Philip that they jumped. Philip only landed on the back of the carriage, the reins slipping from his hands. However, he quickly returned.
"WOW. What was that?!" In Irin's practical position, an explosion.
When Henryk arrived and it was over, he scolded Irin, then breathed a sigh of relief that no one, especially himself, had been hurt.
"It was a grenade," the boy explained, still alone, his eyes red as a hawk's. "You pulled the pin. After you pulled it, it took a few seconds before he yelled, 'Boom!'"
Irin concluded the impact was caused by the destruction. Henryk didn't know how to interpret this, so he pulled the grenade.
"Hey, Henryk."
"What happened, Irin?"
"Did you aim for the spot where we left your friend?"
Henryk froze, seeing the grenade right where Someryn was burning. He clenched his fists in shame.
"I'll go to hell for this... Wait. I'm already here."