Chapter 43: Cleaning for sure (3)

Chapter 43: Cleaning for sure (3)

“Can I step up now?”

Leo hiccuped at the sudden appearance of Hina.

However, the water droplets that had already been shot did not stop.

Tatatada!

“Ugh!”

Plane and his men were thrown backwards by the bluntly forged water droplets.

Hina picked up the Breath and handed it over to Ruel.

“If the chief was here, he would have said, ‘Was dropping the lifeline part of the plan?'”

Ruel laughed as he inhaled Breath.

Cassion cares about his safety more than anyone else, so I thought he would have at least one attached.

—Ruel, are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere? Do you want me to hit you more? Then this body will hit you.

Leo rushed in and wandered around Ruel.

“Close your eyes for a second.”

Ruel grabbed Leo and covered his eyes.

Then Leo struggled and soon calmed down.

Hina picked a dagger.

“Would it be okay if there’s only one mouth left to speak?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like to be beaten up?”

“...?”

“If that were the case, I would be less scolded by the chief.”

Hina walked forward, pushing her long hair back into her shoulders.

“You probably know my name, but I came out a little late because you didn’t call me.”

And she approached Plane and his crew, defenselessly.

However, they, who had fallen down, did not dare to get up.

Shaking.

They were shaking as if there was someone in front of them.

Hina smiled, moving her thick lips.

“Oh, You dropped this.”

Obviously, it sounded like she was right next to him.

The man tried to turn his neck.

“I’m talking about your neck.”

A cool sensation touched his neck following those words.

“...da, darn!”

As he watched his men die one by one, Plane was going crazy.

Why isn’t anyone coming?

Didn’t the sound of the explosion work even with magic items that served as emergency communication?

“They can’t come.”

Ruel grabbed the cane Leo had brought.

I was still out of breath, so I just sat down.

“... What?”

“You must be excited that I’m going, so I forgot to look around, right?”

Plane swallowed his saliva.

He couldn’t admit that Ruel was right.

“I’m sure they’re all dead.”

“Th-that can’t be true! This is the center of the underground cave! There are dozens of them just by looking at the exit! Do you know how many years I’ve devoted myself to this ho...le?”

Although he tried hard to deny it, Plane had no choice but to accept the fact that he was trapped.

This place is a maze. A maze dug underground.

His stomach churned because he knew it better than anyone else.

“Then why isn’t anyone coming?”

At Ruel’s question, Plane bit his lips hard.

Drugs collected over the years were burned in an instant.

I grabbed Han with anger against him.

An adventurer named Han was actually the lord himself, and Plane himself thought he had a reversal card.

But he doesn’t.

The moment he grabbed Han, his life was already over.

He should have dispersed his men rather than gathered them together.

‘He, I should have sent my men to tell him that the operation had failed... I should have done that before...’

The moment he thought of himself as a wolf, everything was over.

Seeing Plane die in despair, Ruel smiled arrogantly.

As soon as she saw Cassion emerging from her shadow, Hina stiffened.

“Are you done already?”

Ruel asked.

“Not yet. I’m a bit worried, so I came earlier. Is that right?”

Cassion’s gaze headed toward Hina, she quickly permeated into the darkness.

Then, Cassion saw the Breath in his hand, not his neck.

“I attached a very strong string so as not to drop it, but I didn’t think it would be taken away. We’ll take action later.”

He bowed his head neatly toward Ruel and looked at Plane with a smile only an assassin would make.

Puck!

Something came and instantly kicked Plane in the face.

Plane flew into the air with the sound of something breaking.

Soon after, Cassion appeared on his back falling down from the air.

Crackle.

Due to the weight of Cassion on his back, Plane’s face fell to the floor.

There was an eerie sound of his face being ripped apart.

‘People aren’t snowboards...’

Ruel was so startled that he couldn’t even blink.

Cassion grabbed Plane’s neck and lifted it slightly.

Blood dripped from Plane’s face.

“Who’s your owner?”

When there was no answer, Cassion took out a dagger and cut off his useless leg.

“Aww!”

“Who’s your owner?”

“Liberan! It’s Liberan!”

“Where is he?”

“P, Prios.”

Prios was one of the six families of Leponia.

Ruel breathed out calmly.

“What’s your purpose?”

“Crashing Setiria...huff...do,down with drugs.”

“Was there a Red Ash on you?”

Ruel asked.

“Answer me.”

Cassion urged.

“I, I don’t know. I don’t know. I can become the king of this place if I do what Liberan tells me to do.”

“Stop the bleeding.”

I still had to listen more.

Cassion replied that he knew Ruel’s instructions for now, but he seemed dissatisfied.

While robbing Plane’s property, Aris said he found something.

Abandoned Birds.

Click.

At the sound of the door opening, Ruel opened his eyes.

Abandoned bird, Setiria’s ear.

“Nice to meet you.”

Ruel saw a man without one eye.

He stood like a sinner, as if he denied reality.

Ruel just asked because he didn’t know how he was standing here.

“Why didn’t you come back to me?”

“Why didn’t you abandon us?”

“You must have heard that I was back.”

“A spy that failed to fulfill their roles should be discarded. Thrown away.”

“What were you doing there?”

We were at odds.

Nevertheless, Ruel only asked and asked until the end.

The man barely vomited words while biting his lips.

“We were preparing for our finale.”

“Why?”

“The last, because even that last wish could not come true.”

His voice was full of despair.

Ruel slowly looked at the man, inhaling Breath.

Setiria’s ear were in a prison made by Plane.

Even though they could have come out, they didn’t.

Looking away from life, Ruel thought they were abandoned.

“What was the wish?”

“The accident where the former lord passed away...”

The man struggled too hard to speak out.

“It happened because of the betrayal of some of us.”

The former lord died when the wagon overturned.

It was such a vain death.

Cassion saw Ruel.

I couldn’t tell what kind of mind was swirling in that calm expression.

“My ears were broken, the network was disrupted, and the former lord died. And you...”

“I was sent to the most remote place in Setiria. So what?”

Ruel made a hoarse voice.

“Did you get your revenge?”

“Only half is successful because I couldn’t kill Plane.”

That was so funny.

As a result, it eventually returned to the fundamental problem of Setiria.

After the death of the head of the household, his successor fell ill with an unknown disease and was detained in an old mansion.

Plane, no, his owner Liberan.

No, the Red Ash did everything.

‘Maybe this disease is also related to Red Ash.’

Ruel said, fiddling with Leo’s tail.

“Then I helped you get revenge, we caught Plane. Killed all the rats too. I found out who used them.”

Every time Ruel spoke, a look of surprise appeared on the man’s face.

“Are you feeling better now? Or do you want to grab on to what’s already been done and go back to that dirty, rotten prison?”

Setiria’s remaining ear found the culprit, but the story was drawn in his mind that it failed and he was captured by Plane.

They weren’t monsters like Cassion, they didn’t have soldiers like themselves.

“... Actually, revenge is not over yet.”

After thinking, Ruel pointed up.

“There’s something hanging around. What do you want to do?”

I’ll give you a chance this time.

Whatever choice they make, it will be up to them.

If you refuse, it’s a bit of a waste, but if you go after them, you’ll get a better ear than them.

“I’m afraid.”

“What?”

The man just looked at Ruel.

Setiria’s last hope, the flame.

If the only direct line, Ruel, disappears, Setiria will fall.

Reading the man’s gaze, Ruel grinned.

“I don’t like people who don’t have grit.”

And he soon stopped laughing and looked at the man.

“I hate people who give up without even doing it.”

Ruel pointed to the door.

“Get lost, cough.”

A cough followed.

The man stood stunned and looked at the door that Ruel had pointed to.

What would happen if he went out that door himself?

He turned his head again and looked at Ruel.

He meant it.

The man felt as if the irritation reflected in his eyes was holding him back.

‘If...’

My colleagues once talked about what they would do if Ruel found them.

Everyone said they couldn’t go back.

But the man knew. That all those words are false.

He gave up his name, face, and family for the sake of Setiria and became his ear.

He became an adventurer to get any information, became a chef, a servant, a handyman, etc. There were no unseen things.

“Can I go back?”

The man asked. His mouth trembled.

“Do you want to come back?”

“Can I go back?”

“I gave you a choice.”

The man tightly closed his eyes. His eyes got hot.

His heart beat so hard that the place where he was cut by Plane and the place where he was trampled on hurt.

‘I haven’t felt anything... .’

The man grabbed and unfolded his hand and looked at Ruel.

He said as he lowered Ruel’s hand, which was pointing at the door.

“... I want to come back. I want to go back to my hometown, my everything.”

When he brought out the sincerity he had not yet revealed, the man felt a heavy burden lifted.

“Okay.”

The man knelt down on two knees at Ruel’s voice that it was natural.

“Greetings from Dion, the head of the ear of Setiria. Greetings, Lord.”

“Now it’s a bird, not an ear.”

“Yes, we’re birds.”

“Will you ask for information for me, Dion?”

“Of course! We exist for the lord.”

The bird, which shook off its hesitation, flapped its wings to fly again.