672 East Hurricane ⑤ - Truth

"We were made to work like slaves in that abominable mine, and Ameshorn's Turnaround blocked our escape route. But I had a pile of tools left in my hand to dig through the bedrock. So, literally, we're going to cut open the path."

Silhouel said so freshly, blinding his eyes like a starving beast.

"Of course that wasn't an easy job. It was all hard rock formations that surrounded the perimeter, and the fire and so forth were soon exhausted. We spent days digging holes in the dark where we didn't even know we were stuck in the nose. I can't imagine how hard it must have been for you or anything like that, Asta from Fa's house."

I hadn't been able to accept the reality in front of me yet.

Like laughing at me like that, Silhouel is ugly and hanging his mouth up.

"But we weren't going to lose our breathing rinse, even though we were buried alive in a hole as deep as that. That means it was connected to the ground somewhere. There was no gap in the rock floor that was blocking the entrance through the needle, so I'm sure there would be an exit on the back side - so believe me, we kept crushing the rock floor on the day it came and the day it came. With every passing day, the number of our companions decreased, and only eighteen made the escape - everything but me, were the people of this mountain. The people of the West, other than me, would have screwed up in the first few days."

"But you, without you, we, living, would have given up. You gave me a second raw."

A blonde purple-eyed mountain folk said so in a voice without emotion.

Their true leader was this Shiruel. I was wary of that fact.

(These guys, they didn't come from Sim's Mountain... they were the big sinners who were being sentenced to hard labour in the same place as Sill. So you suddenly decided to show up in the southernmost part of Selva)

Of course, stories such as the escape of the great sinners who were supposed to have been buried alive have not been told. They dug the tunnels, dug them up, and made their escape to the earth unknown to anyone.

"But how could you let the Bandits... if you survived because of it, then you should thank God for it..."

"Are you stupid?

My words were whispered roughly by Silhouel.

"We are the great sinners who were sentenced to hard labour. If the soldiers capture us again, we'll be sent to another mine again. So, what's it worth to be alive?

"Yes, but..."

"Look at this," Silhouel whispered my words.

That's how you take off your right arm, and you put the back of your hand over me. There was a blue and black dye and a strange tattoo carved out. An ominous tattoo of a depressed viper was stampeded from the back of his hand to his forearm.

"This is the proof of the sinner. Eliminating this tattoo can only be done by a Wang Capital prison officer. As long as this abominable pattern remains on both arms, there is no place for us to live in the Four Kingdoms."

The blonde purple-eyed man squeezed his hand the same way when Silel nodded at him with his gaze.

Even though the skin has a darker shade, there is also a blue and black tattoo carved into it. There must be a special dye that I don't know about.

"So we abandoned the four great gods. He chose the path to live not as a people of the four kingdoms, but as a free-handed vagrant people.... because if we hadn't abandoned God in the first place, we would all have returned our souls in that darkness."

Silhouel nodded his tongue with his madly lodged face.

"How many days do you think we've spent to gain our freedom? In the meantime, do you think you can fill your belly by just capturing bugs and geezes crawling into the gaps in the rock beds? Besides, without something to moisturize your throat, you wouldn't have survived three days."

"Oh, what the hell are you..."

"We abandoned God to survive. You have committed many great sins in that darkness that are never forgiven by the four great gods. We live with the lives of everyone who was buried there."

I felt so scared that I was about to scream.

Only the warmth that comes from Tia's body connects her sanity and hesitates.

"That's how we got our freedom, we got food to live without having to get stuck in anything. If all the people of the mountains are in place, they shall not be afraid with the people of the meadows. I took Sims' poison from them, and I gained so much power... and I went all the way out to this Genos to gain more power."

"Then... he also tried to keep the people of the north of Turan company..."

"Oh. Nor do the people of the North, who once thought they were humble slaves, deserve to hate after abandoning God. So I tried to be one of them, and they were dumber than I thought. That's why I slashed him with this hand."

Silhouel grinned with a glance at his body.

"If I could only gain their strength, I would have destroyed Genos with all my might. The path is crushed, so there is no other way to strike a new hand. You're the one who needs it, Asta from Fa's house."

"Why... what the hell would you gain by taking me?

"I take you hostage and demand the liberation of the people of the North. It is not difficult to move stubborn men if the women of the people of the North are in their hands. With that power, it is now time to destroy Genos."

"Oh, what can the Marquis of Genos say about holding me hostage!

"At that time, I will kill you. How would the people by the woods behave then?

Silhouel laughed as he stripped out his yellow teeth.

"At the discretion of Marquis Marquis Marstein, you will return your soul after unimaginable pain. Beyond this, the people of the woods are not comfortable with the nobles of Genos. With that in our asses, we're going for another land, and we're going to give it our strength."

"... what the hell are you going to do with that imitation?

That's what I asked, knowing it was futile.

Silhouel twists his mouth as he hits the joy of abuse.

"It was Malstein and the people by the woods who ruined me. And it was you and Camua-Josh who tied those two together. Only you and Camua-Josh can ever forgive. Of course, the other nobles of Genos and the people by the woods. We will give you doom with all the raw things that lie ahead. That's why we're alive!

I looked back at the silent mountain people.

"What about you guys? You have no grudges against Genos or the forest people, do you? And yet you're dyeing your hands for such reckless deeds?

"... it's our chief, Silhouel. Silhouel's joy, our joy."

I was supposed to get a blinding sense of despair.

Holding Tia's body almost unconsciously, I turn back to Silhouel.

"How come what... Zuro-Sung, who was buried alive just like you and helped the people around him just like you, is trying to live right in his heart... how could you, really?

"Zuro-Sung? That's a nostalgic name. Don't keep me with such a weak man. And of course, my dear brother, you, Cycleus, and former chief Zazz-Sung."

A new outburst of enthusiasm erupts in the pale silhouette's eyes.

It was a flurry of passion that I didn't know.

"My soul has not been blessed by anyone since the beginning. I killed my own father and brother with this hand. Still, I never trembled in fear. I never even shed a tear of shame. I wasn't equipped with a human heart from the beginning."

"But no..."

"You don't know, Asta at Fa's house. You can't understand me by such a legitimate person who loves people, who loves them, and who can find joy there. This is what I've been doing since the beginning. My father, the Western God, left me alone in the world, forgetting to give me a human heart."

With a glimpse, something cold runs through my spine.

Silhouel had a tranced look as he uttered horrible words.

The voice even felt as if she was proud of her sins.

"Trampling a legitimate human being like you is more than a pleasure to me. That's who I am, my second brother, your Cycleus, who has given me so much joy."

"Cycleus, what..."

"Cycleus was also just a weak person. He was a humble, fragile, selfish, tiny man like a Geez rat. That's how delightful it was for me to say it and sink into the same mud as me... so I left that little guy alone without killing me"

My heart bounced in an irregular way.

The figure of Cycleus, who renders my 'giva soup' powerless, and the figure of Refraia, who tells of Cycleus' death, roam through his head.

I was having trouble breathing.

I feel a passion that is different from anger and sadness, going through the bloodstream to every corner of my body.

In such a corner of my sight, I felt the people of the mountain tremble their bodies tingly.

"By abandoning God in that darkness, I finally gained my soul freedom. My mistake was to worship Western gods and others as gods. What did you know about God's ordained discipline? I live as I please. Take it from the weak, taste all the joy of the world, and at the end of the day abandon your soul to the mud. That's it. All you have to do is live free until the day someone chops this neck off."

"Really? I think I understand just a little bit of what you said about abandoning God."

Unconsciously, that's what I was answering.

Silhouel said, "Oh?," he narrows his eyes.

"You suddenly seem to have stopped being frightened. You can't even lift a knife at the hands of the weak and weak."

"I'm certainly helpless. But in this world, I've been desperate for everyone to recognize me as a compatriot. I didn't originally have a God, I lived to be the son of Mother Forest and Father Western God."

While I held Tia's head to my chest, I even jerked Silhouel off.

"Only about you, I don't think I can forgive you. And I don't know what you're talking about. No matter how powerless it is, I will give you all my strength."

"You can't forgive me... that's this dialogue, Asta from Fa's house"

An evil laughing silhouette appearance felt swollen all around.

"I have also heard the story of your Baptism of Western God. We used to build up our strength as carefully as we could not get too close to Genos, but your name was conveyed so far away, so funny and strange."

"... that's what it's called?

"I hear you've been recognized as an amazing cook not only in Cebu Town, but also in Castle Town. And I hear that even the auditor of the King's capital recognized his arm and allowed you to become a people of Genos... and that you, who took everything from me, have earned a glorious future and honor. Is there any such pleasant story?

Silhouel is still laughing as he bites his teeth and giggles.

"That's why I decided to go after you. Use your presence to sever ties between the nobility of Genos and the people by the woods. You don't have to be liberated, like the people of the North. Rather, it's more interesting not to be let go. How delightful would it be to trample on what you've been building on this foot?

"... such a future won't last forever."

"Huh. No matter how you get up, you don't get to run, do you?

Then a blonde purple-eyed man approached Silhouel all the way.

"Silhouel. Asta at Fa's house, are you taking him?

"Hmm? What are you talking about? I guess that's why we came all the way out to places like this?

"But this man, he's dangerous. … I think so for some reason"

"Hmm. You can even use star reading moves? Even so, you can't just slash him and throw him away."

"Right. … Thy word, obey."

The man unleashed his half-moon knife.

"Asta at Fa's house. Together, have them come. That girl, the ground, put it down."

"I don't like it. If you obey Silhouel, you're an enemy too."

"... if you don't put it down, eyeballs, eggs"

The tip of the half-moon knife stuck out in front of me.

Over the twinkle of silver, I'll make them look like shit.

"Right. You're afraid of the wrath of the great god Ameshorn. Speaking of which, saving you from a hard time is the turn of that great god."

"... the daughter, the ground, put it down"

"You have a little bit of a human heart, too, don't you? Are you sure you're going to ruin it with Silel or something?

The man seemed to squeeze his power and manage to keep his expression faceless.

So, Silhouel says, "Wait."

"Are you really afraid of the wrath of the Great God or something? For those of us who have forsaken the four gods, our father, Ameshorn, has no need to be afraid."

Silhouel was looking at the man's face with an evil grin in his eyes.

The man lowers his sword and lays his eyes down sorry.

"Heart, weakness, embarrassment"

"Hmm. Still, you're only seventeen to me, my last compatriots. As a man who can unite you, I'll show you an example again."

Silhouel licked his index finger with an ill-colored tongue.

"Asta of the house of Fa, put that wildlings on the ground. I'll take your neck off."

"That's how they say it, and you think I'll obey?

"If you don't obey me, I'll jerk off your eyeballs with these fingers."

"I will never obey your word."

Silhouel brought his spit-filled fingertips closer together.

I held Tia in my arms so I could get away from it.

My calculations are one thing.

Throw yourself off the cliff behind you with Tia like this.

That was no longer the only way for me to get away from these guys.

(Sorry, Ai-Fa. I'm going to risk my life... but I really don't want to be the only one this guy has to say)

The height from this cliff to the river flowing to the bottom is approximately twenty meters. It is so tall that when I first saw it, my legs were dull and I accidentally climbed onto the eye-fa.

I don't know if I can throw myself from that height and stay safe.

Not to mention that Tia is unconscious.

But as it is, Tia will be killed, and my stature will be taken from me by the Silhouers. I couldn't have allowed myself to do that because of my stature, and once again a great crack would run between the people by the woods and the nobles of Genos.

(Let them survive at all costs. So forgive me for doing a reckless imitation, ai-fa)

Apologizing to the eye-fa in the back of my brain, when I tried to put my strength into both legs - something unexpected happened.

Tia's body jumped like a spring trick and she was gone from my hand.

The momentum gave me a buttcake, and there sounded Silhouel's scream.

Tia was eating on Silhouel's right wrist.

The twinkling and the tone of the bones sound.

"Ha, let go! Get off me, you wildlings!

With his left hand, Silhouel was trying to poke Tia's face away.

Tia's mouth, however, does not leave Silel's wrist, sounding boggly and ominous.

Tier, eaten on Silel's wrist, was shaped like a beast.

But not in an ugly shape, like Silhouel. It is a proud wolf's temporal shape.

And it was the fire of wrath and readiness that swirled in its red eyes.

While I was stunned, Tia opened her legs wide open.

And try to give in momentum while chewing Silhouel's wrist.

Tia is about to throw Silhouel under the cliff.

The moment I understood the fact that Silhouel's leg fluttered off the ground - a blonde purple-eyed man shook up a half-moon knife.

I said, "Don't!," he exclaimed, trying to grab at the man, but earlier than that, the white blade shimmered.

Tia's back is slashed from her right shoulder.

Tia collapsed to the ground as she let the bright red blood spill.

"Tia!"

I held Tia's body back.

The arm is filled with warm liquid.

Tia opened her eyes softly and looked up at my face powerlessly.

"Asta is not powerless... it was Asta's power that moved Tia..."

"You can't talk! Tia, hold on!

"Tia was happy to meet Asta... if Asta was too, she would be so happy..."

Tia closed her eyelids quietly.

From its back, there is an incredible amount of blood erupting.

I hugged Tia's body again and blocked that wound with both hands.

"How dare you, you ugly wildlings, take my arm...!

Silhouel raised his anger as he grabbed his right wrist bent at a right angle.

"Give me that, Asta at Fa's house! It chops the five bodies to pieces!

"Shut up! I... I will never, ever forgive you!

I'm not Silhouel, I even mocked the man who slashed Tia down.

The blonde purple-eyed man shudders again tingly and backwards.

"What are you doing! Pull that bastard out of Asta! If you still have breath, I'll give you the pain you deserve before you lose your soul!

Hearing the words, another man pulled out a knife.

"Asta at Fa's house. That girl, give it to me."

"I don't like it! Say no!"

"Then, for each of you, I'll slash you. One arm, even if you lose it, means you don't have to die, I know."

A man shook up a knife.

Now it's time for me to sit back trying to throw myself off a cliff.

At its feet, the half-moon knife rolled.

When I gave him a face in surprise, the man was causing him to pull his face in pain.

Once a people of the east, the man distorted his face with amazement and anguish.

The reason for this was immediately known.

There was an arrow poking at the forearm of the man's shaken right arm.

Then a further arrow flew in, boring the man's right shin and his left leg.

The man groaned and was to ram to the ground.

"Hey, who are you!

Silhouel looks back into the woods behind him.

The two men who were near me and the three who were covering their knives a little further away were similarly looking at the woods.

"... who should be questioned is you"

The moment that voice popped into my ear, I was caught in a dazzling emotion.

It was the voice of the person I loved the most in the world.

"People who do evil around this forest are allowed to punish us. Now, get away from my family."

as he stepped on the sari and bush, Ai-Fa advanced to the narrow between the forest and the rock.

In his hands are covered bows and arrows, just as the bandits did earlier.

And to the left and right of Ai-Fa, there were also appearances of Lyelpham-Sudra and Chim-Sudra, who posed the same.