Huhhhhhhh
A tragic cry reminiscent of the mourning of a hungry beast who missed his prey. No way, I didn't know the absolute king of the desert was shouting like that, and people going through the infinitely spreading desert felt chills and raised fears in that tone that they heard from nothing and nowhere.
But there was one among them who did not pay any attention and took his steps in silence.
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Dressed in a cloak of thin dirty black and hidden from between cloaks, the outfit is also not roughly desert looking.
Is the peeling sickle on his back a man's weapon? It's as black as the outfit is, and somewhere horrible. Overall, he feels cold.
For such a man, the place he is now was only a crossing point. There are other people who would think so, but in his case it was extreme, and he didn't have to pay attention to anything that would happen there, or dress up to suit the desert.
The heart of an ice-cold man never floats in public opinion, but only pales in his stated purpose. Emotions were falling out, just like machines that did the job given to them.
Because it was unnecessary for him to live in darkness.
He will no longer be so interested in this world as to be so severed. Just take full responsibility for what you've imposed on yourself.
Despair of the devil.
Judge the wicked.
Those two pillars were the duties he imposed on himself, as well as his readiness.
And that was the only reason he lived.
"Ha ha, you won't come after me if you get this far"
Breath is also interrupted by a stroke through the hard-to-run desert. Totally batshit. The dry air of the desert and the relentless sun make you seek moisture in your throat. Without defying that desire, when you stir water into your mouth and fill your thirst, exhale pussy and wipe your sweat.
"Live back. Wow."
"How dare you run away?"
"Absolutely right. What the hell did my husband do?
I took a breath and calmed down, and Luxeria asked me to seed it, so I briefly explained.
"The main thing is there's a body. I just detected it with fairing and separated it from the sand."
"Oh well. I don't know, but it's not what I hear in my hand. Are you honestly happy that you survived now?"
Luxeria, who did not try to hear too deeply, turned her gaze to Cecil as suspicious and cut out, by the way.
"What kind of relationship do you have with the man who said you were this informant? I don't think so, but I need some info on 'Snake Poison'..."
"This guy's an informant with an exclusive contract with me. As you can see, it's suspicious from place to place, but the blood contract won't sell the information except for me, so as long as you're with me, you can trust me."
If you break it, you die. The magnitude of the price deserves absolute trust. Unless I break this contract, it won't be broken.
"It's a client. Am I still meant to be an honest person?
"I don't trust anyone who says that."
"That's an important part of selling tickets for informants."
Unexpectedly, Cecil returned it like a joke. He's the one who can't really read what he's thinking.
But it is not clear to Luxeria at first sight whether such Cecil deserves credit. I know exactly what it feels like to be suspicious from the looks of it, and so did I. So, the rest of it depends on how much you trust me, and it's up to you to believe that I didn't divulge any information about the snake poison.
I had a conversation with Cecil and no other love, and I waited for Luxeria to say something, letting her know at least what kind of man this man was.
Luxeria threw one question at me expecting an answer whether I could be trusted or not.
"Who is my husband? I felt I was not the only one since the first time I met him, but I was convinced in a battle with the Lord. Why is my husband helping us?
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I was wondering if I would answer aggressively. If you asked me why I helped you, I was interested in Luxeria, who was willing to wave my sword.
If you ask me who I am, you can tell me your background.
But I hesitated. Luxeria's words smelled like sweet honey pulling herself down the wrong path.
"Kuku, this boy is the man I expected. Not normal."
"... stop, Cecil"
I don't need any more honey. I was afraid to sip the nectar. Then there's no point in choosing to travel alone.
Don't let me get on with it. I'm going the wrong way again.
I thought I shouldn't take two words. I'm just a normal person. Awesome is around, not myself. So I admonished myself not to get on with it.
I was very crippled right now.
I may have craved his power from the beginning, to think of it.
Because I was feeling crappy from the boy.
An attitude that puts bandits in front of you and doesn't make you feel afraid. Thoughts not commensurate with the year and its readiness to lightly risk its life.
I didn't think of any of them as children. No, even an adult in line wouldn't be like that kid.
I tried to take advantage of this strange boy encounter. That's just because I didn't know what this boy was capable of yet.
The concept of common sense prevented me from thinking more than that.
And today. I was convinced by gaining a battle with the Lord who would unite the desert.
It's this boy.
What I've been chasing for so long is having the power.
I don't know what a boy is capable of. The man who accompanies the boy by his side can't get any better at it.
But I still didn't think it was okay.
It took me 10 years to build up my strength. But not enough.
The numbers are increasing, they are not decisive. I searched for it and kept enduring it. Because failure will never be forgiven again.
It took me 10 years to finally find it.
I trembled with joy. I no longer cared what the boy was capable of. What I want is that power.
You must not miss this boy.
Specific skills to keep an eye on. Wisdom to spot the opponent's weaknesses in a few moments. An unbreakable heart in front of an absolute threat.
It's this girl. I want enough of this boy to get his hands out of his throat.
I'm still a young force now. But if you grow it, you can be sure that its power is off track.
Still 13, the boy said. We're not like this boy.
It's really special.
I want that special. Because I don't have it.
If this boy grows up, he can take what I truly want.
I'm a bandit. who protruded from the public.
Like a snake crawling on the ground.
I'll stick my fangs out and take them away with that poison.
"Husband, no, Ray. Why don't you be vice president of The Snake Poison?
From you who took everything from me and destroyed everything.
"I thought you said I didn't want to be a bandit."
Slightly with a serious look, Luxeria has said whether or not she will be deputy chief. But that's a line I can't give away. Hit and change from the previous question and put in a no with an instant answer.
But still, the light in Luxeria's eyes does not go away.
"Please, I want my husband's special powers."
"Don't. I'm not special. He's just a big idiot."
Looks like Luxeria's got eyes on my powers. But I'm not going to wield this power to the full. I don't deserve to use this power given to me by everyone.
"Sir, how can you not?
"I can't. If I decide those kids are safe, I'll go back on my journey. Until then, we're just holding hands temporarily."
"... well, too bad"
Words are on the back. Luxeria's eyes were hot as a fiery fire, and they were glowing spookily again.
That was like a snake's eye that didn't try to wind up and let go.
- The deceased, Luxeria Alkurdo.
He was educated in brilliance from an early age and, after adulthood, became a deputy minister who accompanied his father in his work and took on politics. She then married the Countess at the age of 19 and died at the age of 21.
Years after his death, bandits' Snake Poison 'rose throughout the African continent. More and more forces were gained and expanded to bandits now said to be comparable to one country. The name of the leader of the bandits, who expanded to a large force, is Luxeria.
"Maybe he had a background of..."
"That's very vague."
After returning to Ajito and having been delighted with his survival, he returned to the private room he had been given, and I had received information that Cecil had been looking into.
However, the information concerning Luxeria was merely told the presumption that the deceased of the same name was not, saying that there was not enough evidence to prove it.
"We're losing information anyway. Interpretation is merely speculation. But considering it's the same time period, it seems we have too much in common to clean up by chance?
"... well"
It's the same, not to say the names are alike first. Besides, I feel like a bandit. Elegant words and actions. As Cecil put it, we have too much in common to say coincidence.
Most importantly, those eyes. Eyes filled with anger, resentment, and sadness. And eyes giraffed like snakes that don't try to escape their targets.
What dwells in those eyes is a strong will to kill people.
Why did you show me those eyes?
The answer must be in the information Cecil couldn't get.
"Okay. Keep looking that way. So, what about the kids?
"Kuck, that was easier. You've been making a scene."
"You don't have parents who don't make a scene."
That was the case with my senses, but it seemed to be a sloppy value. Cecil laughs briefly and speaks out her values in this world.
"Not really. Probably parents think they've been killed by demons, and they don't make a scene."
"I see. So?"
"Kukuku, who do you want to hear from?
"Anyone."
"Okay, from good information"
I waited unexpectedly for Cecil to say something disturbing. The unpleasant hunch reacts to the bin.
"Time. You have good and bad information?
"Unfortunately, I've got information that I can't speak up about."
It was hard to tell if it was bad or not. I was curious, but I thought hearing a good story after a bad story was going to add extra sympathy, and decided to hear it from good information.
"Then from good information. The boy named Keith appears to be from a village on the Eurasian continent. For a while, my parents went on a search to a nearby mountain, but they said it caused the injury. But it doesn't seem to be life-threatening, and eventually he was killed by a demon."
Cecil talks pale about the details as if she had actually come to see them. It's a big deal that you're going to be purchasing this information in just one week.
It doesn't seem to be an exaggeration to say that your skill is superior.
"Next, give me information that's not good or bad. They say that Sola and Norlu's sisters are the sons of Imperial aristocrats. There are still massive searches going on. One of these days it will fit better, but it is possible that it will stretch its legs to this continent. Purchase additional information, but be careful. If you go public, the Empire's power will come to crush the Snake Poison."
That's not good.
If I can get eyes on a big country, I won't be free either. Exactly. The Sylvias won't be able to shelter either.
"It's bad information at the end. Looks like a boy named Ghoul was being abused."
"... ugh."
I accidentally drank my breath.
Because of bad information, I was wondering if my parents had died on their way to find my child. But the truth goes cruel and diagonal.
"My mother is a whore and I don't know who my father is. She was adorable when she was young, but when she got tired of it, she seemed to make a man and play around. Let me give you my personal opinion, he might as well stay here like this"
"But he said he wanted to go home first, didn't he? That's what the child who was abused..."
Yes, it is. Ghoul said he wanted to go home.
It was so incredible that he was being abused like that.
"It doesn't matter how badly he gets abused, he's a mother. analogy, even if the parent had abandoned the child"
"... that's a terrible story"
"Kukku, not at all. These kinds of information dull in my stomach. Most cruel of all, I can't forget what a sweet mother the child is."
Well... that's not very nice.
Not since the beginning, but since a man was made to his mother, Ghoul may remember what a sweet mother looks like. Even if you don't remember, you may unconsciously seek a mother.
That's why I said I wanted to go home. Hope to see my sweet mother.
Perhaps even though that mother would never turn her love to him anymore...
"Well, what are you going to do?
"I don't care. I've just learned that if I'm going to help you with half the sympathy, I shouldn't do anything."
This time I won't get my hands on it. I'm sure it won't turn out busy.
Yes, I repeatedly recited it in my mind.
"That's not one way to go. But does it look like I'm halfway sympathetic?
"... even if you haven't told me, I know for sure."
I'm not saying I have no sympathy for them. But if you ask me if I can help, no. I don't deserve that.
I'm sure I'll make another mistake. But leaving it...
In the end, I'm pretty sure you're sympathetic to either side.
"Well, then let's say I leave. We'll get back to you as soon as we have additional information."
"Oh, thank you"
"One last thing. It's about taking a step forward in fear. That's more interesting."
"Thanks for the advice. But if I'm gonna advise you, I'd like you to give me a few more good reasons."
Because the reason for the advice that discerned my mood is interesting, I can't even convince myself to go inside. If you're not poking at the core, you just listen to it like bullshit.
Take a step to fear. Seems easy in words, but that step is very heavy. But fear alone doesn't change anything.
I know that.
Maybe what I need right now is the courage to take a step forward.
It's like a maze in an aesthetic that's spread like an ant's nest. Newcomers get lost in the maze.
I was wandering through it relying on maps. This is how it became a habit to wander around the maze looking for leisure time without thinking about it.
Walking in Azit like this, you get the illusion that it's like being in the city. Not that it's an outdoor shop, but there are also free restaurants where bandits specializing in cooking meals open up free food and beverages in a restaurant-like place where care is taken to ensure that stolen items are paid equally in the form of results and exchanges for each and every one of them.
A slightly strange sight spreads in Asia, but it may not be so strange to hear the number 1500.
A small village is the number of people who can form it. I haven't turned field work into a boulder, but it no longer seems to function like a village.
There is usually such a rush in peaceful aside today for some reason.
The burglar store is packed with people first, and the bandit, who has no Galan and no one son, but is the exclusive chef, is also being chased to prepare for something.
Maybe it's the right time to hang out with the bandits again.
I thought so, and the kids wondered what was going on and went to see how they were doing.
I haven't told them the information I bought from Cecil. From what I found out, I still can't do anything. I was not sure how to tell you about Ghoul in particular.
Cecil's right, you might be happier staying like this. But it can also be cruel to say that you cut off your feelings for my mother.
At the end of the day, I left it because I didn't know what to do.
Do not get deeply involved with sympathy alone. To the extent that I feel like it, I just fall into a scum that I would abandon if I had to.
I know what I'm going to do. Even though I think about it because of my halfway sympathy, I am also spoiled by the act of self-satisfaction to ease that sympathy.
I know I'm halfway between mind and deed. But I don't know what to do.
I hadn't been able to take a step yet.
So we're going to take a half-step step today and keep going back.
"Yo! How you doing?
"Ah, Brother Ray!
It was Ghoul who responded first to my voice that bounced lightly.
Ghoul is the leader of the children and always leads the way. That seems to represent a desire to go back to her mother a little sooner.
He's an honest, very good kid like a child.
"What are you doing?
"Get ready. We were all ready."
"Right, great. What are you getting ready for?
"Um, I don't know!
Norlu is particularly young in this and a sister to everyone. At first, they knew each other, but if they were familiar, they wanted to be like brothers about Ghoul and Keith, and they were just as adorable as sisters. My sister, Sola, seems a little jealous of the matter, but she admired the two of them again.
Sometimes Ghoul and Sola are especially close because they are the same age. The basic children's behavior is partitioned by these two.
Keith had some introverted parts, but he was a kid who could take care to make up for what everyone was missing. He replaces a slightly transferring Sora and makes a good opponent of Norlu.
In this adult-only place, only four children live in support of each other.
"Now, uh, get ready to go away..."
"Damn, Toryo says get ready. So let's get this over with, and we'll all sneak around."
Sora supplemented me to help Keith, who still knows me a little.
"Hmm, away..."
Go away... I wonder why you haven't let me know, but should I just get ready for now?
"Yeah! So, brother Ray, tell me something else. Next time we're all in danger, I want to protect everyone."
"Fine, but do you want a treat?
"Yeah!"
Then will you be ready later? It's almost inside the storage space anyway...
"All right, then let's lightly match the sword."
"Thank you, Brother Ray! I'll be ready in a minute!
Ghoul may miss me the most, if you think about it. I'll get along with anyone soon, and I'll work twice as hard with people. It's just that I really feel like it's vain, and I'm probably pretty much putting it in the gool.
After Ghoul was ready, he gave light sword instruction using a narrow passage. I taught Ghoul how to swing swords to return wrists, simple feints, etc.
None of this is going to happen overnight. But sword moves are packed with standards and fundamentals. It is also a good application and a basic movement for all weapon types.
Sword instruction is really great for teaching basic fundamentals.
"If you don't lower your hips more, you won't have the power."
"Yeah!"
Ghoul was seriously providing that guidance. I haven't dealt with the sword yet, but no one is like that in the beginning. Continuity is power. Exactly, if you keep doing that every day, you'll be pretty good at it.
Let's call it a day.
"Ha ha, yeah"
Where Ghoul's health began to bottom-up and he was moving poorly, he cut up his sword archery.
Just then, there was more haste in Azit. The rushing sound of the bandits running echoed in the cave, feeling as if they were even marching in the great march.
"What the hell?
When I whine like that casually with my eyes on the ceiling, Ghoul panics into his face like he remembered something hah.
"Ahhh! It's already that time! We have to hurry!
"What's the matter, suddenly?
"Toryo was telling me to gather in the hall!
Luxeria?
Oh, boy, what are you up to? Why didn't you tell me?
You've lost your credibility?
Though I thought about it that way, after Ghoul, I headed to the place where the bandits gathered.
In the heart of the Ajito rock lies a hall that has been dug wide open. It was not normally used there and, so to speak, turned into a storage unit, but the luggage that had been stowed up was carried out and its breadth could be felt fully.
Approximately 200 bandits were gathered in that hall. Their faces were uniformly full of expectations. Ever since I got here, I've never been ready for such a big deal. I can see that it's unusual. Everyone looked like they were expecting what would start.
In the meantime, Luxeria stands forward. The scene gets quiet all at once when he stood in front of him, which was noisy.
Then Luxeria looked at me more chilly and caught a slight angle of her mouth, and she said her gaze back to the front.
"Our next target for Snake Poison is - The Country."