Goblin Slayer- Day In The Life Chapter 11 - Read Next Chapter 12 -

"Cheese. The farm girl sent it. Said the temple shouldn't rely only on offerings." He set it on the bench. "Also. The boy you're teaching. The one with the limp."

"You don't sleep much," she said softly. Not a question.

"Sword Maiden."

He sat on a wooden bench—not praying, but checking his gear. A spare leather strap for his cuirass. A pouch of salt. A small clay vial of oil. His helmet rested beside him, revealing short, ashen hair and tired, watchful eyes. "Cheese

He walked toward the door, pausing with his hand on the iron latch.

"He holds his knife wrong. Reverse grip is for close caves, not open fields. He'll cut his own thumb if a goblin rushes him."

"You could stay for supper," she offered quietly. "The sisters make a fine root stew." Not a question

"Goblins?"

The autumn sun bled amber through the stained-glass window of the small chapel. Inside, the air smelled of old incense, beeswax, and the faint, clean scent of steel that followed the Goblin Slayer wherever he went.

Sword Maiden tilted her head. "You noticed that? During the five minutes you watched him train?" the air smelled of old incense

"I did. The grates are reinforced. But the priestess reported a missing goat from the eastern pasture three days ago."

"No," he said. "The guild received a request. A farmstead two leagues west. Missing children."

"Arlen?"