I quickly scanned my surroundings, then quietly unsheathed my sword.
My eyes stayed locked on the mimic. If it even flinched—I’d go for the neck. But if it hadn’t noticed me yet, I’d sheathe my sword before it caught on.
The blade was out of the scabbard before I even realized it.
…
I swung.
It flinched and raised its right forearm.
Luckily, it didn’t block the blade.
I cut it off cleanly.
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Dashing backward, I raised my sword in my right hand and opened my left, steadying my stance.
“That’s... r-rude...”
Lifting its left hand, it shot it toward me—its arm stretching unnaturally like a tentacle.
I ducked instinctively and swung my sword upward, severing its other forearm.
My body felt heavy. Not from fear, but...
Oof...
Before standing, I scooped up a handful of snow and charged.
“What’s your favorite food!?”
I shouted the question. A simple one—on purpose.
I gambled on the mimic's limitation. Some of them can’t multitask.
It paused.
“F-food...? Apple...”
I slashed and cut it in half.
“P-pie...”
Its leg suddenly kicked me hard in the side.
I wasn’t guarding.
It hurt.
…
But it wasn’t moving anymore.
I cleaved it again, just to be sure.
“Pfft...”
I gasped, then groaned, lifting my tunic to see a growing red spot on my side.
“I should buy armor...”
I walked over to the corpse, clutching my side with one hand, still holding my sword in the other.
“Pie... app... pie... pi-pie...”
It kept muttering. Again and again.
I drove my sword into its head. Again. And again.
Ten... eleven... twelve... thirteen... fourteen...
…
Fifteen.
That should be enough.
It stopped speaking.
“…Why was the info wrong in the first place...?”
I palmed my forehead, feeling the sweat, then the snow still in my other hand.
“The snow I picked up earlier... I forgot to throw
it...”
I chuckled.
“I am going senile...”
I let the snow fall from my open palm.
