"Should I be going to rescue you, Skeleton?"
Shami stood up and spun around on the spot.
"But, really, there's nothing much to rescue, right? I've racked my brains and can't figure out what you'd even lose."
The briefing continued to relay information.
[The night watchman carrying the Bone Frame was overjoyed, extremely happy, with one hand holding the Bone Frame, the lantern tucked under his arm, and the other hand touched the shriveled black stockings, displaying an even happier expression.]
[At this moment, the Bone Frame's hand slowly rose, delivering a sharp hand chop to the night watchman's neck, and the watchman fell in response. The Bone Frame stood up.]
"Almost forgot it's a skeleton soldier; its combat ability is on par with normal villagers. Self-rescue? That's fine then." Shami breathed a sigh of relief.
[Looking at the villager lying on the ground, the Bone Frame sighed.
'I originally didn't want to use force, but ended up using it anyway.'
