"Kill him! Kill him!
"Take your neck off! Neck!!
Soldiers are enthusiastic about the tenacious men drawn to prison.
A chair fan looked down at them with no expression and asked the men. The soldiers who were in the vortex of enthusiasm push silently at the signal of their pitiful master and pay attention to his actions.
"I salute your work. Your husband, Khalifa, has escaped. I rode alone to King's Capital. - Now, will you come under me? Or die here. Pick your own. You don't have to martyr on your cowardly master."
The Isfan army that attacked Khalifa's territory took control of them within a few days. However, they saw a disadvantage and only Khalifa escaped. Sitting in the chair Khalifa once sat in, Isfan is testing them with rusty eyes.
Two of the three drawn men looked familiar.
Some captains have saved themselves. Though flimsy -, it is no stranger to a knightly, noble side.
"May I speak, Chieftain (Quia) Isfan"
"Forgive"
"My husband's immorality is my men's immorality. - But if I take pity on you, it will be against the generosity of my predecessors. Please, leave me alone. But......"
"But?"
"How about a generous treatment for women and children. I ask you to show me the mercy of a wise man."
I laughed with a look that only those close to chair fans to a knight with one of the scriptures in his mouth and his head hanging. Isfans also have a facet of scholarly skin that favors Biblical training.
It must have been interesting to hear that the Knights Commander knew about it.
The temperament of the people of the West is intense. And basically, it's not a good turnaround either. The treatment of women and children will depend on the sheikh's discretion.
"Okay. I promise."
"Thank you. O king of generosity."
Though not a king, Isfan did not deny that. The three are beheaded without any hesitation at the signal of the chair fans.
Shen said.
I recall the captain speaking.
Yen's compatriot, Shen, saved the captain's son. That's why he saved Yen's life in gratitude. That's what saved Yen.
Yen was just watching the benefactor get killed.
Without even reaching -
"Eh."
"Hey, don't look at me like that, little lady."
A colleague of mine, Nazil, steps on the back of Yen's foot with his heel. Looking sideways at the pain, Nazil, smiling, threw up sharply and low without just laughing at her eyes.
"Laugh. Get drunk on victory -, show where you stand. Masood and Iss fans will see this one. I'm not immersed in shit sentiment."
—―
Nazil is right. Yen swallowed his spit and followed him.
"That would be the enemy. I'm not drowning in pity."
"... you're right, I'm sorry"
"Shit, I'm not gonna tell you again, you fucking kid."
When the execution was over, another group appeared again this time.
The women and servants who were in Khalifa's backyard.
A glance at the women made Isfan laugh. Several young beautiful women are drawn near him and disappear again.
Will she be the side woman of the chair fan or will she be lowered to the side?
The women, who were not very young and did not look good, were lowered to merchants on the fringe of Isfans and the price bargaining began immediately - the competition.
When the Iss fans saw the competition begin, all they had to do was pull into the back and start buying and selling people into the mess.
"This woman has no teeth."
"It's just one bottle, sir. Young. And then, look, it's all good."
"I want a working man, I want something."
"Then this way. Gatai's good, and he's not hurt -"
In Cardina, a native of Yen, human trafficking was not legal. So I feel somewhat repellent in these places. - - Yen gazed at the crowd waves, sighing that Nazil was about to step on your daughter again.
"What the hell, Yen? You want slaves, too?
"No - - I'm just watching"
Answer appropriately and Yen looks around.
I don't know what you want to do or anything, but I have to look for her.
Yen searched for people after being thrown a frightened gaze from Nazir, but sprayed a wave of people between slaves and buyers who pretended not to notice.
Few women with golden hair thought they should find them soon, but I'm in a hurry without hitting the person I'm looking for.
If you're not here, did Isfan take you?
"Master Yen."
"- Something?
Turning to her soft voice, the saheled maid stood smiling.
"The princess is here for you. Please come this way."
"Me? What kind of errand?"
"Come on? Come on in."
Encouraged by the samurai, Yen turned his foot to the outhouse.
Sahel must have called me, but we're heading in the direction of the dungeon. Is the place right for you? And when I start to wonder, I see Sahel as she keeps her back on the wall of the crossing.
When I approached him and knelt down, the lady husband, who laughed lightly, came and said, "I just started walking.
"During Khalifa's slavery, there was one woman who tried to escape. - Isn't that funny? Let's go see your face, come on."
"-... fleeing?
"If you're satisfied with the look on your face, that's it. We'll be disposed of tonight or tomorrow. Quickly."
Encouraged by the unspoken tone of presence or absence, it is attached to the dungeon.
The cold dungeons surrounded by stone had no guard, and the ground water, or the muddled air, smelled a lot shady. Matsumitsu is also close to darkness as soon as one is placed at the entrance.
Beyond the rusty iron lattice, a skinny boy was falling over as he covered the pine light brought to Sahel.
Did you get your cut hair beaten up or dirty with blood?
"Assem......"
No. I'm not a boy, I'm a skinny woman.
Yen knelt down, clamping a pine light on the fitting provided in front of the cell.
"Asem. Can you hear me?"
The blue eyes of the woman, who slowly opened her eyelids when she spoke, looked at this one.
Even though I'm lean and scratched everywhere, my eyes are the only ones playing the shitty pine light. Asem intimidated Yen with a rough breath as he slowly woke up his half and put his back on the wall.
"- I don't know what you are. I was asleep in a good mood, but don't wake me up, shut up."
I wish I had the energy to talk, but Sahel laughs behind Yen's back thinking.
"I was wondering what kind of beauty you are because you're looking, you're a dirty little bitch. Is that your lover?"
"I'm not kidding, I'm not committing adultery. It has nothing to do with him!
Asem grabbed the iron plaid and glared at Yen as he screamed.
Yen ate somewhat, but breathed in Asem's stripped nails - - agreeing with her.
Sure, Asem and I have nothing to do with it. I was simply looking for him unilaterally.
"That's right, no. Just - - Because I've had my life saved before. We were looking for her."
Yen woke himself up and turned to Sahel.
The emotionally invisible, noble woman, yeah, laughs and takes off every sheath of the beautiful dagger she was sitting on her hips. Sahel throws a dagger at Yen, who was looking at her without knowing her intentions.
"A benefactor, just fine. - Yeon, make that woman easier."
"... I don't know what you're talking about, Dear Sahel..."
Asem stops the movement ticklishly when Yen is positioned to stand in unintentional shelter.
Sahel licked her own lips slightly with a red tongue as she looked at a roughly Western (Tice) man and woman with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"The woman was originally imprisoned after Khalifa suspected her of adultery. There's no way we're going to compete for such a defective product, is there? If you're trying to sell him off to a whorehouse, try to escape. In doing so, I stumbled upon my samurai and injured her."
"It's -"
"Even though she's my favorite pretty samurai. I scratched my belongings while I was on the run. That's why the woman is on death row. I'm going to punish him either by tearing him up or by burning him in the way the people want him to. Which would be better."
Asem groaned when he was presented with a brutal future in an easygoing tone.
"- No, sir. It's a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to hurt you! Please forgive me."
Sahel laughs relaxed and waves one hand, blocking Asem's words.
"It's the bullshit of the dying. I forgive you for being direct. And, merciful me, I'm going to give you another choice."
Sahel pointed to Asem.
"Yen. Do you see that woman murdered tragically tomorrow? I'll let you choose to make it easier now with mercy. Which one do you want?
"... I don't know what you mean. Dear Sahel."
Yen saw a woman with white skin, holding a dagger. I thought you were still intoxicated with suspicious drugs today, but black eyes have the light of reason. Sahel is sane.
But Tochi is crazy.
Silent Ka (...) L (...) De (...) I (...) Na (...) The daughter of the Desert King looked bored.
"I don't know what it is. I'm saying I want to see you kill this woman. It'll be easy. Yesterday, you just need to put a blade around your neck and pull it in a straight line like you did to the soldiers in the same faction as this woman, scratchy. It'll be over in seconds of things, won't it?
"Combat personnel and women will be different - I don't even think it's the words of those who stand on top. Please don't play."
Sahel touched Yen's cheek to provoke him.
A limp, icy finger touches over the carotid artery, and the blood rippling with the doc cools off. Her fingers make her feel like her body temperature drops and she goes.
"Can't I kill you here? Then this woman dies unbroken tomorrow. You don't want to get your hands dirty. Really, boring man"
Following Sahel's gaze, looking at Asem, who was diagonally behind her, she was looking up at Yen with her eyes wide open
. Slowly take your hands off the iron lattice and retreat behind the wall.
Yen kneels in front of Sahel in the mood to pound his tongue. I bowed my head with a dagger.
"... a chair fan has made a promise in front of everyone. Of Khalifa's slaves, he said to treat women and children generously. May your wife forgive you sinners with mercy."
"Ice fans don't complain about what I do. I'm not even an idiot who moves his heart about one female slave dying."
Unlike you, Yen shut up and bowed his head.
Phew, and Sahel took the dagger.
"If you're not even a lover, you could die of one slave woman. How can you hold me if you know you're going to buy my unhappiness? I don't know. What, shall I have mercy instead? I may not be as good as you, but I have a taste for martial arts."
"- Eh."
"Enough, I'll do the rest, you go home"
When I give him a face like he was bounced off, Sahel is actually laughing with pleasure.
It makes me want to beat him up about what's fun, but if I do that, of course, Asem, I won't have a life.
Beating Sahel and letting him faint and run is not a good idea either. It's nearly impossible to run against them in this city.
Yen bowed his head.
"Dear Sahel. Please forgive me. - That woman is the one I love on my own. Will you forgive me for my sins and give them to me as a consideration for my war effort?"
Yen also brought silence by silencing him with his gaze as his sassy anger floated over Asem's expression. Asem pulls the dagger out of his sheath, pokes the white blade at Yen, and suddenly slides it to his right eye.
"- - My samurai was hit in the eye by that woman. If you have the same eyes, fine."
"As you wish."
"Will you give me your right eye? Golden eyes are rare, so I think I'll put them on the liquid so they don't rot."
"- Eh."
The tip of the blade is so close to the eyeball that it touches her eyelashes that Yen realizes that her skin has been torn due to tingling pain.
Golden eyes are a testament to Dragon blood. If they take it away, anything that bears witness to Yen becomes dust.
Besides, it would be terribly difficult to handle a sword with one eye. You could even lose your duties as a knight.
Sahel laughs and asks if it's worth it. Yen clasped his lips and cruised.
The remains of a Knight Commander with a split neck and torso in the back of his brain come to mind.
I'm not in love with her - but I don't want to see that sight. What makes Asem like that?
Sigh and kneel before the Sahel.
I looked up at her by wiping the cold sweat that flowed predicting the pain that would be intolerable. Stop behind my back! and Asem screamed small and Sahel switched daggers for fun.
"Dear Sahel, thank you for your mercy"
"Beautiful, truly, boring guy"
The cutting-edge Sahel was pointing at...
"Keep that bully weak, my wife"
To a suddenly increased light source, the three stopped moving.
There was a faceless Nazil with a chair fan and - - a pine light behind it. The chair fan grabs his dagger and puts it on his hips as he approaches his wife Sahel without feeling it.
Yen takes a step back and kneels as he was stared at with rusty eyes.
"Isfan. Don't take my dagger."
"If you don't use it for a lot of things, don't ever deal with blades again. - That man is not your property. My men. Scratch yourself, don't devalue it. This is the only obvious dragon tribe mix that is rare. Getting the same thing again would break your bones, wouldn't it?
I hope I was helped, but while I masochistically thought you were talking about ownership and value everywhere, Yen quietly stared at the stone made floor.
"Fine. If Isfan says so, Yen's eyes won't hurt. But she's gonna burn tomorrow."
"If Sahel wants to -"
"Wait, my lord! That would make a difference to the earlier declaration. Haven't you promised Khalifa's wives generous treatment earlier?"
Yen raised his face as if he had been played and disputed.
I'm looking at this one with Nazil's shattered look behind the face of an ice fan who won't let me peek into his emotions.
Nazil's lips, who probably cared about Yen and called his chair fans, were so distracted by the chair fans that they said, "Shut up, idiot!" I could really see it moving, "Yen pleaded to his chair fans again, thinking he was a big idiot himself.
"Dear chair fan. Please, … have a generous shabbat."
"You're desperate... I see, so Sahel's hungry"
What would Sahel do? I just saw a chair fan. Yen's master laughed lightly and ordered Nazil to get Asem out of his cell. Yen breathes for a moment.
"Fine, in return for your loyalty, I'll save that woman's life too."
Asem knelt before his chair fan and shook his voice.
"Or, thank you"
"But woman. Take your punishment for fleeing and hurting Sahel's maid."
"- Yeah."
Without changing his expression, the desert lord slit diagonally from Asem's forehead to his ear as he pulled out his dagger.
"No! No!! Ouch."
Asem screamed sharply, and next to him Yen devoured his teeth.
Whether Asem's wounds are deep or simply the amount of blood flowing because it's her head. It's more and more blood illuminated by a pine fire. I can't even hold her from all around. He glanced at the woman and asked his wife.
"Now you're drunk, Sahel."
"For once. I don't like how your eyes seem safe."
Ruler's arrogant conversation bares over his head.
Yen didn't even wipe his cheeks, aware that sweat was transmitting, without making it slight, just there.
I don't move like my body is stoned. But I'm sure that's right.
Don't feel anything. Do not wish for anything or mourn.
Do not let them know what you want. Because I'm sure they'll laugh and scatter that hope.
Anyway, I just have to wait for these whimsical exchangers to take my consciousness off me.
- It's unusual, it's helpless.
"Yen."
"Yes, Master Sahel"
Answering in a flat voice, Sahel arced her lips with pleasure.
"If you like that girl, you should marry her. If you don't want it, I'll put it down to the whorehouse. What do we do?"
The groaning assem will not hear Sahel's orders. Yen spun the words out in a dark comfort.
"- - Thank you, I have your instructions. Your wife."
"Yeah. Look forward to the marriage celebration"
A slight fragrance would be Sahel's favorite perfume.
Sahel's soft lips touched her forehead as she endured nausea as the scent of aromatic flowers approached.
"I'll bless you"
"It's a waste, it's a word."
"- Hey, Yen. The look on your face is so much better than the usual, enlightened face that seems all boring in this world."
Cursorily giving her face, Sahel was smiling with a calm face, disproportionate to this situation.
That's a gentle look that even looks like a Mercy Mother.
"- - I'm frustrated by helplessness, and I'm about to cry and I'm so miserable. Let me see more of that."
……
"Scratches under my eyes, I hope they don't disappear"
Licking the wound under Yen's right eye, Sahel laughed and turned her heel back.
When I take the pine light from Nazil, I leave the dungeon with a samurai.
"Nazil."
"Yes, Dear Isfan"
"Take care of that girl there."
Through Asem, where Nazil quickly lost his mind, the chair fans threw down a bloody dagger.
"Pick it up. I'll give it to you for your wedding. It's a craftsman's soul."
"Thank you, sir -"
At some point my throat was terribly dry. Isfan looks at Sahel's departed direction with his usual faceless expression.
"I like to hurt the man I like physically and mentally. Poor woman likes me. Besides, you may be resented by Sahel."
Said in a swallowing tone like any other HR, Yen saw Isfan.
"... resented?
I don't remember being resented at all. The chair fan flaunted his shoulder.
"Sahel liked Ethica. It's rare for that woman without any malice whatsoever. I'm angry as a child that your favorite Ethica is dead because of you. I mean, you hit eight. It's called rebellion."
"- That's"
Is it resentment?
No, and if Yen were in the oasis that day, Ethica wouldn't have had to die. So Sahel's anger is on one side, right.
"I'm always stubborn with you who don't play with me. Well, I don't care why Sahel wants you. Be careful at best. The woman who lost her life because of this, and you, will be killed at random by the Sahel."
"You say things like that to your own wife."
I look at Yen, who asked in a dark tone, with a face like Nazil crushed the bitter bug.
Isfan often didn't look offended and let Yen dive his finger into his hair with his bloody right hand. You just noticed the goosebumps, and the Lord giggles.
"You're gonna ask my opponent, who saved me, a busy mouth already? Your face is beautiful, but that's all. It's really stupid. You're going to lose everything one day, losing your sense of justice and perseverance."
Yen dropped because there was no word to return to the tone of prophecy, and it was also true.
I'm sorry. I squeezed my mouth, okay, and Isfan stood up.
"- Think of it as ripping the bitch apart as well as you if anything happens. Build loyalty, not just at the top. My men's marriage isn't bad in terms of more shackles - - I like you. Nice ornament."
"Thank you, I'm happy"
Rusty eyes laughed sarcastically, and the Lord turned back on his heels.