บท 34: Chapter 33: The Scent of Snow in the Blood

The brawny squire came to the side of the dead squire.

He knelt on one knee and removed his helmet, revealing the beastly white tiger ears, and his half-orc's feline pupils glistened with a mournful sentiment.

"Farewell, brother."

"I will go back and tell your motherland that you were worthy of the knight's name, I will tell your mother that you fought bravely in battle, and I will tell your grown daughter that you always loved her."

The half-orc scooped up a handful of blood-stained snow and sprinkled it over his brother's face.

"Now, I will kill that man and avenge you."

The harsh and merciless wind blew, and the half-orc knight's white hair fluttered in the breeze, as he smelled the scent of blood from the bodies in his nostrils.

The blood carried the scent of snow.

If only he were a pure-blooded orc, even if it meant facing more discrimination, the stronger sense of smell would have allowed him to detect the enemy's presence sooner.