Chapter 74

Chapter 74

That morning, Calmen, who was usually secretive, prepared to go out early.

Instead of his knights uniform, he was in casual attire, armed only with a single sword.

Man, arent you tired? These days, everyone just lies down in their quarters on their days off. How come youre always out and about?

Bet hes got a girlfriend lately. Who is she? Is she pretty?

Ignoring the light chatter of his fellow knights, Calmen briefly glanced at them before turning away without a word. They were not people he was keen on socializing with.

Wow, that guy! Whats gotten into him these days?

Ah, leave it. You know how the prince is these days

Ah, he was from the 2nd Knight Squad, wasnt he?

Muttering could be heard behind him, but Calmen clenched his teeth and walked on.

He headed into the city to buy various groceries and a rather good bottle of liquor.

Though the price was a bit steep for a knights salary, it was worth it. Hed often be chastised for frivolous expenditures, but every time he visited, the bottle was always empty.

Quickening his pace, he arrived at a slum on the outskirts of the capital by mid-morning.

The atmosphere in the neighborhood, which he had not visited in nearly ten days, felt ominously tense.

Armed guards roamed the streets, and here and there, Inquisitors from the Order of Saint Marcias could be seen.

People gathered outside their homes, buzzing with chatter.

Whats going on?

Calmen approached the crowd to ask.

Just then, *CRASH!*

Loud sounds of breaking pottery echoed from across the street.

Inside the only small clinic in the neighborhood, guards and an Inquisitor were causing havoc.

Are there any more patients hiding here?

Sir Knight! These are just patients with skin diseases, not cursed by demons!

Dont be absurd. The rash is an early symptom of the curse! If you keep interfering, youll be deemed a heretic and arrested too!

Ah, Sir! At least spare this child! The child just has a fever, you see?

Ugh, quiet! Take this one away too!

People were led away, one by one, by the guards.

Calmen was gaping at the spectacle when an old man beside him muttered,

As you can see, the Inquisitors have come. They said theyre taking all the patients with rashes to the heretic court today.

Patients with rashes? Why all of a sudden?

Then the old man shrugged.

You know the curse thats been turning people gray and mad recently?

Ah, the Gray Plague you mean?

What? Thats a disease, not a curse?

The fact was already known to those who should know it, but it seemed the news hadnt yet spread in detail to this impoverished area.

But why would the heresy tribunal, which surely knows the truth, be in such a hurry to take them away?

The old man tilted his head in puzzlement before speaking.

Anyway, werent all those afflicted by the curse taken to the heresy tribunal? According to Inquisitor Nari today, the curse initially manifests as a rash. So now it seems theyre even taking away those who merely have rashes.

Ah, yes

Anyway, theyve been scouring every slum for days now. This village might just be the last on the list.

I see.

Calmen looked at the people being led away with awkward eyes before turning away. The actions of the higher-ups were often hard to understand.

Perhaps some still believed this disease to be a curse. It seems theyre capturing as many people as possible before guidelines for managing the gray plague patients are established.

Calmen quickly walked a bit more and arrived at an old shack located at the end of the slum.

Commander, Ive arrived.

He knocked twice on the door and, as usual, entered without waiting for an answer. However, the room had an odd, indescribable smell.

Commander?

Confused, Calmen scanned the dim shack and found a man wrapped in a blanket lying in a corner.

Commander!

He rushed over and shook the man.

Commander, whats happened? Are you not well?

Despite Calmens calls, the man did not respond at all. His body was unnaturally thin and his temperature was alarmingly low.

Only the mans faintly trembling, scruffy beard indicated that he was still alive.

I will take you to the doctor right away!

In haste, Calmen tried to carry the man on his shoulder and run. But then, a dreadful realization hit him.

Inquisitors. They were currently arresting all gray plague patients.

No way

The sunlight coming through the open door revealed the mans appearance. Rashes covered his body and his skin was turning gray in places.

A chill ran down Calmens spine.

Hell die! If we go out now, hell be taken to the heresy tribunal and executed!

Calmen clenched his teeth.

He realized that the command came from higher up and that the Capital Guards prioritized capturing the cursed above all else.

Either apprehend or handle them.

Should he have handed over the commander to the Inquisition and then tried to rescue him through the Imperial Palace?

No, no one who has entered there has ever come out unscathed. Moreover, in this dire situation

He gently laid down the man on his back and gripped the sword at his waist cautiously.

Two armed knights and five guards.

It seemed improbable with his strength alone, but if he didnt break through by force, there was no other way.

The only reason Calmen hadnt drawn his sword yet was because he instinctively knew that doing so against the Capital Guards would extinguish even the smallest glimmer of hope he had left.

And at that moment.

Calmen saw a guard in the back aiming a crossbow at the man.

Without any more time to think, he lunged towards the man.

Zwiack! Thud!

The misfired bolt hit the ground and ricocheted.

Damn, this punk finally!

Hey! Dont kill the Imperial knight! Get him off first!

Hands of the approaching guards maliciously grabbed him, but Calmen bit and tore at them, stubbornly clinging to the man.

How long was he resisting? Soon, a hail of kicks and stomps descended on him.

Get out of the way! Move it!

Whats gonna change if you resist!

You gonna die with this cursed one?

Smack! Thump! Smack!

As his consciousness started to fade amidst the violence, Calmen curled his body around the man as much as possible.

A muffled groan slipped through his tightly clenched teeth.

Please, someone!

Somebody please save the commander somehow!

And into his ears came,

Hey, stop it right there.

A soft but oddly piercing voice resonated.

Are you guys Capital Guards? Why are you assaulting someone on the street? If theres no proper reason, you should be ready for disciplinary action.

?

Who is this kid?

The guards ceased their beating and turned towards the voice.

Standing there was a boy wrapped in a large, worn-out cloak.

Above the clearly standard-issue cloak, well-maintained light blonde hair emitted a yellowish glow under the torchlight.

The boy with a somewhat fierce expression was a face Calmen knew well.

Prince Morres?

Why is he here?

The prince also seemed to recognize Calmen, widening his eyes before asking.

Why is the man that Dame Claudia was so desperately looking for here at such a late hour?

.

Ah, so thats why you brought me here.

Whats this brat babbling about? Get lost!

One of the guards spoke with bravado, but the prince wasnt phased.

The ones who should get lost are you guys. Or would you rather be beaten up here for your unjust violence?

What?

The guards faces turned grim.

Kid, disappear while were talking nicely! Unless you want to taste the consequence of obstructing public duties.

Two guards approached the prince, their hands on their sword hilts.

Then Crown Prince Morres subtly raised one corner of his mouth.

It was a smirk that annoyingly angered anyone who saw it.

Was that your public duty? Seriously? From where I stand, you guys look like gangsters bullying people.

Grr, you!

Shrring.

Finally, one guard, who was closest to the prince, lost his temper and reached for his sword.

Calmen almost screamed out.

These idiots, thats His Highness! Dont draw it!

Do they know what will happen to them for this mistake?!

Choking back coughs from his injuries and blood pooling in his throat, he would have shouted this if he could.

Prince Morres also saw the partially drawn sword, scratched his cheek, and made a peculiar face.

Hmm, even if I tell you who I am, you probably wont believe me. But let me warn you. Draw that sword, and youll surely regret it.