Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

The Huntsman quickly changed the direction of his aim and let his full-powered arrow fly loose through the forest.

"Kyaaa! Please don't hurt me!"

The White Chitinous being raised her hands in the air and looked away from the scary Huntsman. She bowed her head and pleaded for her life.

"Who are you?" The huntsman, after just letting loose an arrow, already had another one notched in his bow ready to kill this unknown being.

But once he realized that she was no threat, he returned the arrow to his quiver and slung his bow on his back.

How could she be dangerous? He could hear the white chitinous layers on her whole body rattling from fear. And her chitin wasn't made of hard armor, but was soft, shiny, skin instead.

It was so thin that even a dull blade of grass could give her a nasty cut.

It made him pity her.

With how fragile she looked, there was no way she was going to survive this forest for even half a day—only a few hours tops. She'd get devoured by boars down to her exoskeleton.

"I'm—I'm a nobody!" the White Canzer said, but the Huntsman didn't believe it.

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She wore a tattered blue dress that the Huntsman frequently saw only royals and nobles wear. Even if it was dirtied and filled with holes, the rare and special materials it was made by were still shining as clear as day.

Her white skin gave away the fact that she'd never been outside her castle her whole life. Not to mention the fact that she had a tiara on her head, everything about her pointed to an identity of a lost princess in the woods.

"Yes, you've caught me. I am of noble descent born from a mere lowly baron on the outskirts of the royal realm. We make do with the little tax we get from our poor citizens. As you can guess, we are very much the unluckiest family in the whole kingdom, that is why I am currently living in the forests by myself."

The White Chitin displayed her doe red eyes to the Huntsman and told a story that was obviously a lie. Just her temperament alone painted her as a sheltered princess, not some 'lowly' baron's daughter.

"You're a princess," the Huntsman corrected her. "After all, no one would dare describe a baron as a 'lowly' rank—not even descendants of the barons themselves. Only royalties can get away with that kind of disrespect."

The 'princess' gritted her teeth. She thought that the scary Huntsman would take pity on her and let her go once she told that story. After all, who wasn't more pitiful than being born into a baron's family? She didn't think her lie would get so easily figured out.

She didn't know that lying to the Huntsman was a cardinal sin that only dead beings knew.

He already had his arrow notched and ready to plunge into the liar's head, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Her white chitin was something else to behold, something he hadn't ever seen before. She was beautiful.

He was afraid that the beauty would disappear if he killed her, so he gave her a second chance.

The White Canzer saw the glint in the Huntsman's eyes and saw his intent to kill. So, she told the truth; she wasn't stupid.

"Oh please forgive me for my untruthfulness! It is not due to ill will, you see. I am simply afraid for my life in this strange, unknown world. I have already spent an hour in this place and my dress has been torn asunder. I am afraid that if I spend an entire day in this place, I will perish from the unsanitary nature of this forest.

Please take pity on me, sir Knight. I can see that you are a capable and honorable man who would not let a beautiful princess like me rot in this place.

I am in current need of your experienced eyes and thick chitin. Please, save me from this hell hole, I beg of you!"

The White Chitin got on her knees and held both of her hands towards the Huntsman. Her upbringing as a princess helped her create a very elegant and graceful picture that stunned even the experienced Huntsman. It was as if the sun shined on the White Canzer and specifically emphasized its snowy white Chitin even more.

For a second, he hesitated. The Huntsman had to bite his tongue to wake himself from this stunned state.

"I cannot. I am currently tied up by a mission that is in urgent need of completion."

The White Canzer crawled closer to the Huntsman, almost hugging his knees. She wouldn't let go even as the Huntsman backed away from her.

"Oh, please, sir Knight! This is an emergency! Surely there must be something that you could do…"

The Huntsman stayed silent, fighting the urge to say yes to the damsel in distress.

The White Canzer, seeing as the Huntsman was slowly opening up to her, added a bit more of an incentive to push him into finally helping her.

"Of course, you will be graciously rewarded by the Queen herself! You can become rich beyond your heart's content where even a dragon will be jealous of your hoard. All I ask in return is for you to escort me safely to the neighboring kingdoms!"

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Anyone would be tempted by such a reward. A dragon's hoard of riches was anyone's dream, certainly for a working man like the Huntsman.

It was a tempting reward—given that it was real.

"I hate lies, but I hate false promises even more, princess. You are not in such a position to give away such treasures, am I right? Or else you wouldn't be in this position in the first place."

A princess of her magnitude would have escorts and bodyguards surrounding her like an army whenever she stepped foot off the castle grounds. The fact that none of them were here meant that either everyone was dead, or she was abandoned by the kingdom itself.

The White Canzer was as penniless as a beggar.

"I apologize profusely, sir Knight! The truth is that I am estranged from my family and the kingdom. Therefore, I do not have the riches that I have promised to reward you.

But I can indeed offer you something even better than riches. I can offer you…myself…"