CH 105

A young man was walking in the dark, smiling.

He has a sword at his waist and is dressed in a loose-fitting outfit.

The young man had white skin and a neat face with narrow, crescent-shaped eyes.

The man is walking in a place that looks like a garbage dump —a slum.

The smell of nasal odor and decay.

A half-chipped moon illuminates the slums at night.

In such an insecure place, a young man wearing small, clean clothes is clearly floating.

Someone is lurking in the dark, watching the young man …, but the young man goes on without any regard to such gaze.

And if you walk around like that, it’s only natural that people will come after the young man.

“Geez, what’s a little boy like that doing here?”

There is one man with a lowly smile that blocked the young man’s path.

They may not have bathed properly, but their shaggy hair and dirty clothes give off a strange odor.

The young man called “little boy” responded to the question of the man in front of him who was wearing a shabby cloth.

“I’m here to find something.”

“I’m sorry, …but you won’t find what you’re looking for here.”

“Can’t find it?”

“This is not the place for a naive kid like you.”

The young man is not young enough to be called a kid.

However, his childlike face and beautiful features made him look younger than his age.

In addition to that, he is also smaller than the average adult male in height.

“Yes, …apparently they really couldn’t find it.”

The young man said regretfully.

After sighing, he quickly turned around and tried to leave the place.

However, the man doesn’t seem to let the young man off the hook so easily.

A group of men appeared to surround the young man.

Five men who are just as rude as the man with the lowly smile.

They had knives, clubs and other weapons in their hands.

“What is it?”

“Do you think you can go home by yourself, little boy? You’ve got a beautiful face!”

The first man who approached the young man spoke.

“The moon is beautiful today.”

Then the young man made a statement that was out of place.

“I just like a thinner moon, if possible.”

“He’s gone mad with fear!”

Men laughing at each other with guffaws.

“Just shout for help to your mommy and we’ll forgive you.”

“Do you want me to give you my milk instead of your mother’s?”

And the man’s vulgarity caused a thud of laughter.

It’s a gibbering, unrefined laugh.

A young man who is well-dressed is more likely to be seen as such an object of lust… although he is a man.

Dirty men who are worthy of the filthy slums.

However, even in the midst of all this, the young man does not lose his smile.

“Hey, hey, hey, do you understand what’s going on here?”

The man with the shaggy hair approached the young man and grabbed him by the shoulders, as if he didn’t like his relaxed attitude.

And that’s when.

“Yeah…”

They heard the sound of something falling to the ground with a polori.

The man slowly dropped his gaze.

There was an arm there.

For a moment, the man didn’t know what had happened.

But the next thing they know, the man realized he’s missing from his elbows and—

“Gghh… my arms are ahhhhh—!”

The man is in extreme pain and thrashed around on the spot.

“How dare you … do this to him!”

The men, enraged by the loss of their friend, attacked the young man.

But the next moment— the screams of men echoed through the slums.

The difference in ability is too far apart to be called a fight.

And the young man alone in a quiet alley, sat on the ground, looking at the stars.

“Isn’t there anyone more crunchy? These guys are too weak.”

The young man muttered as he kicked the corpses.

The young man was looking for a strong opponent.

And what the young man is looking for is the pleasure of hunting such an opponent.

And that’s when he stood up, frustration showing on his face.

“It’s been a long time.”

A man wearing a black hat suddenly appeared in front of the young man.

However, it was a hologram that was also shown to Berg.

There is no substance here.

“What, are you working? What a pain in the ass.”

The young man shooed the man in the hat away wickedly.

“Please don’t say that, and I’ve prepared a strong person this time.”

“Really?”

The young man’s eyes lit up like an innocent boy’s.

“Yes, it’s true.”

“That’ll be fun.”

“Oh, but I won’t forgive you if you disappoint me like you did before…”

The young man said, glancing lightly at the man in the hat.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll live up to your expectations.”

The man in the hat prefaced it and then began to tell the young man about his request.

After listening to the story, the young man looked at the sword with fascination.

“Oh, yeah, Owen Pepper, oh what a boy, I’m looking forward to meeting him.”

He smiled, opening his crescent moon eyes wistfully.

The sword shone bewitchingly against the moon.