The guards by the city gates went wide-eyed when they saw a monster on Coco's shoulders, carrying it like it weighed nothing, but paper.
The flying pig, which was bigger than her, didn't have any wounds in its skin, but the way it lay completely still on the woman's shoulders and swaying as Coco walked tells them that it was indeed dead.
"Is she a monster?" One of the guards whispered to his friend, his voice slightly shaky.
"No.. But I heard that she was the one who placed first in this month's batch of hunter examinees." Another chimed in, watching as Coco walked up to them.
"That explains why she can carry that monster and not sweat over it—" One of them started, but stopped talking when someone cut him off with a warning.
"Shh! She's getting closer! Pretend that we're busy!" Another guard chastised and immediately, the three of them scattered before Coco could open her mouth to ask for help, making her stop in her tracks.
