Chapter 122

49. Foreigners and a Royal Banquet

“Huff... Puff...”

“Hey, Malson. You did what you were supposed to?”

“...Yes. I stole the pouch of money, and I left a trace while running away.”

“But why hasn’t that damn boy followed you?!”

Thud!! The large man kicked the small boy.

“Cough!” Of course, the helpless boy collapsed onto the floor and coughed while breathing heavily.

“N... No! I made sure he noticed and followed me...! Ahh!”

“How dare you talk back, you damn bony boy!”

Thump thump! The boy clenched his jaw and groaned slightly from the ruthless beating.

“Hey, Bildy. He’s coming. Get ready.”

“Hm, is that so?”

“He’s insane for being that easy-going right now. Is he rich or something?”

“From the looks of his fair skin, maybe he’s from a rich family. It’s clear that he’s a naïve boy.”

“I guess he’s daring. But we have to retrieve the three girls without leaving a scratch on them. You know that, right?”

“All you have to do is support me well from the backline. Anyways, who is that?” The man called Bildy asked with a frown.

The large man, dragging the limp little boy on the ground, said, “What do you mean? I got unlucky. I assumed he was rich because of his fair and clean appearance, but he’s totally penniless. I’ll keep him for a bit and then sell him off as a slave.”

“Well, I don’t care if you sell him off or bury him; do whatever you want. Just make sure to do your part since it’s worth a lot of money.” Bildy cackled and nodded. Upon that signal, the rest of the large men hid and disappeared. Afterwards, Bildy also hid and fixed his gaze on the alley with his big, bulging eyes.

At the same, a boy arrived at the alley with light footsteps while whistling a tune.

* * *

“Shriek! All the way here?!” The boy who was screaming and trying to run away fell onto the floor as if he had sprained his ankle.

As the boy acted like he wanted to get caught, Davey put down Red Ribbon and Blue Ribbon and slowly approached him. He commented, “Is this how far you got? I came late on purpose because I wanted you to run far away.”

“What?!” The boy widened his eyes.

“These assholes. Always so predictable.” As Davey picked up the pouch the boy had stolen, he opened it while clicking his tongue. He could clearly see rocks and stones inside. Then, he asked the boy, “Did you know what was inside before taking it?”

“Rocks?! No way...”

“What kind of crazy person carries around a pouch of money in public when it’s this crowded?”

“Ugh...” The boy clenched his jaw in rage.

The boy was so thin that he probably didn’t eat often, but his gaze was determined and focused. He had to be like that, so he could survive on the streets.

“Ha! So, you didn’t come after me in a hurry on purpose?”

“Well, I thought I should just take a look. So, enough with this game of tag...”

At the same time, someone popped out from behind and swung a bat at Davey’s head.

Crack!!!! However, the bat just cracked and broke without being able to do its job.

“Ha! Dumbass. That’s what happens when you are so reckless...” The man shouted, thinking that he had gotten Davey. However, he was quickly left speechless by Davey, who was supposedly hit on the back of his head, getting up from the ground as if nothing had happened.

The bat was actually broken by a thin shield formed by Davey’s solidified energy even before it could reach him. To the ordinary men, however, it looked like the bat broke apart from coming into contact with Davey’s head.

“Ah... Ugh...”

Ignoring the boy who was holding his bottom while lying on the floor, Davey picked up Red Ribbon and Blue Ribbon and walked past the men. He warned, “You should watch who you mess with. All I did this time was break a couple of places, but it’s over for you guys if you get caught again.”

“Groan...”

Well, they could hold a grudge against Davey and try again, but it didn’t matter if they tried to do something.

Having found something, Rinne called out to Davey, “Sir Davey. Found a victim.”

Davey turned and saw a black-haired boy who was tied up, lying on the ground of the alley. The boy looked to be around fourteen or fifteen, and it didn’t seem like he had gone through a lot from how fair his hands and face were.

“Rinne. Thinking that we should help the weak.”

“He’s probably going to be sold off as a slave or used for experimentation if left like that.”

Feeling somewhat bitter at the fact the boy had black hair, Davey approached him and easily cut the ropes that were binding him by releasing a little bit of [Aura] from his fingertips. Then, he placed his hand on the boy and mumbled quietly.

[Highness Heal]

Whoosh!! As Davey cast an advanced recovery magic with a faint light appearing on his hand, the men widened their eyes in shock.

“A... A mage...”

They turned pale, realizing that they had almost stepped on a mine. Thankfully, they were no longer of interest to Davey, who had already beaten the crap out of them.

“Groan... Mom... I miss you... Dad...” The boy murmured in a cracked voice.

“Hey, are you okay?”

As [Highness Heal] had woken the boy who was about to die, the boy raised his head and stared at Davey with a blank stare.

It was odd; a fair bit of people looked Asian in the Tionis Continent, but it was rare to see someone who looked as Asian as the boy in front of Davey. The people in the eastern and central continent usually looked like a mix between Asian and Caucasian, and people from the western continent looked Hispanic.

“Woah. A person with completely Asian features is hard to come by. Where are you from?”

The boy was not able to say anything and just tilted his head.

“What? Can you not understand?”

“Where am...”

“What do you mean? It’s the capital of the Lyndis Empire.”

The boy tilted his head in confusion once again.

‘He knows how to speak, but can’t understand? What kind of weird situation is this?’

“Rinne. Question. Do you understand him, Sir Davey?”

Davey, who was conversing with the boy, stopped for a second.

‘Something’s off. What am I miss...’

Realizing what that was, Davey grabbed the boy by the throat and glared at him. “What are you?”

The boy began to cry from fear. He was scared of Davey’s surprised expression. “A... Ahh!! I’m sorry! Don’t kill me!”

‘Why wasn’t I able to pick this up?’

Even Davey couldn’t hide his bewilderment. His memories were so clear that he had understood it reflexively, not thinking that it was weird at all.

-This language...

As the boy trembled in confusion, Davey asked him a question in a different language. “You. Who are you?”

Davey asked in a language that was not from the central and eastern continent, but a language from an entirely different world than the Tionis Continent: in Korean, a language from a small country on Earth.