1355 Ⅱ 311. The young man who was a son wanted to say.

"Why can't I find so much information about Lyre...?"

I stamp my foot in anger.

"I'm sorry," he said, "but there's only one excuse he can give as usual." I've already forgotten how many times this happened.

You stole Anchorson's eyes, and even though I've come all this way to find him myself, I don't even care about the clues. If it wasn't for finding Lyre, I wouldn't even want to be near this place. It's like this...

It's a market for trafficking in human beings.

"Oh, you're still here today. You're enthusiastic, boy." What do you say, there's something new in there today? "

"That's the rumor... heh, you're young, aren't you?"

"Don't you know that?" Masked nobleman Sama is a regular here. There are slaves looking for anything. It seems that you can't put a thread on the money. "

"The crackdown has also become troublesome, and in the past two years or so, the regular customers of the nobleman Sama have also decreased..."

[Domestic market]

It's a nest of people who make a living from human trafficking. Human beings are still being bought and sold today to the extent that they want to show off their faces as intermediaries for selling to slave-hosting countries.

From those who buy better quality slaves to those who hide in the country and keep slaves, to those who sell rogue people to intermediaries. Some of them don't even work behind the scenes, and it's not uncommon for a poor man to sell himself for money.

Although the nobility is less involved in buying and selling than before, the number of people who sell their bodies remains constant.

─... what? Why am I here...? Basically, Lyre was found....

"Shit... the number of markets is still too high. even though it's the limit of even one market to go around...."

It's been [two] years since the previous queen died.

Even if we decide to find Liar with our own hands, we're almost there.

Even if we let the backstage worker search for the underclass, we don't have the information, and we picked up the list with a view to his enslavement. But it wasn't enough to master.

Moreover, the slaves are changing more and more intensely every day, and there are many markets in this castle alone.

Originally, there were many markets since the time of the former queen, but two years before the revolution, there was an explosion of human trafficking organizations after information that the Rajya Empire and Freesia would form an alliance was leaked.

Not only have they gathered at the castle from home, but I heard that some merchants have moved from abroad to shake up major players for the goods of the Kingdom of Freesia. Later, the queen died in the revolution, and an alliance with the Rajiya Empire ran its course... but many of the traffickers that once grew are still here.

Of course. Even if it is not officially recognized, the existence of such a large market will not change the organization's tolerance and prohibition of slavery.

Too many slaves to find Lyre. That former queen really left nothing but the last thing she needed before she died.

I'm sure there's no place in the history of the Kingdom of Freesia where you can forget the damn queen who left the marks of the Dark Ages. Two years later, he has nicknamed it after the people he has tormented.

Some have been crushed since she became Queen Tiara, but the markets that had already thrived under the former Queen's bad governance have not easily diminished. Just a short walk down the back alley, like in the past, is sure to be worth seeing, but it's still easy to find if you ask someone who's been in business for a while.

Even after a year... all the markets in the castle can't go around in a day.

─Bullshit. There's no such thing as a market. I couldn't even get a list....... even if you do your best.

"Hey! Walk quickly, the dust is... Walk with two legs even though you don't have any special abilities!"

"Even a kid like that is a woman nowadays." Bring me at least one with a pretty face.... what? The Special Ability Man. "

"No... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! No I'll be a good girl.

"Recently, the products of special abilities have become unusual." The days of the former queen were good. "

... I don't like the market.

Much more than the juniors and the back-office now. At first, Chloe, who was with me, was unwell every time she came. It's a nauseating place. I think it was correct to leave it in the dorm today.

The fact that I was originally in the same position as these people, and... many times I think that Rhea is being treated like this while I'm doing this.

When I looked at the treatment of slaves in front of me, I noticed a murderous intent. If it's not the red man who's being kicked right now, it's the lyre who's killing them all here.

Unconsciously, the noise and beatings poured into my ears strengthened my body. She grabbed her arm, clenched her nails, and clapped her hands again and again in front of her face.

It would be a fuss if I used my special abilities in this place. That way, I won't be able to come to the market again, but if I'm not good enough, I will be targeted again as a product.

Now, the backstage workers who hired Anchorson as a shield are holding back, but once they're framed... it's a repeat of that time.

─... if I could find you sooner, Rhea would...

……

Walking from end to end through the market... my eyes suddenly stopped.

When I noticed the cage merchandise lined up behind the man in the store, my legs stopped.

Welcome, did you like anything? The eyes remain fixed on the product, not the shopkeeper, while being given a fixed word.

The mouth does not close with a slight open mouth. If I kept looking at the product without blinking, I noticed my gaze and turned around the cage. It's not Liar, it doesn't look like that guy, but it does.

─I know this guy...! This guy...!

"I can't believe it... it's Ray."

The one who opened his eyes so wide that he shouted at me was one of the backstage workers who had been after me eight years ago.

Until Anchorson appointed me, I was repeatedly called out to me in the back office. I thought I was a woman because I was fooled by Ryer's lies. As soon as I was assigned, I joined the others and chased them to the Mansion... one of the people who shot Ryer.

What an acquaintance, the shopkeeper looks back at me and him lightly.

This man, chained to his collar in a cage, apparently rolled over from the selling side to the selling side at some point. Holding on to the iron lattice, he grabbed his nose and gave me a rough voice with his flirting eyes.

This is also the edge of something, help me, I can line up all the words that are convenient for you that you did cute.

I don't think so, but you think I don't remember being among those people who were chasing me back then.

Suppressing the urge to burn down here, she rushes to the cage to rush from me. Leaving the iron lattice to the momentum, he grinned at the man who was bending his chin, making a gagging sound. We haven't killed him yet.

"What's wrong with Elijah? Answer me. Depending on the information, I can do it freely."

When I yelled from the bottom of my stomach, there was a slight whisper around me.

I think it's just a little bit cold in the corner of my head. We can't let anyone know about Rhea's relationship with me here. If they find out you're not the vengeful one, Rhea could be my hostage this time.

He threatens the man, killing his voice so that he will not be noticed to panic, saying, "If you say anything extra, I will kill you." If you buy this here, it's up to me to keep him alive or kill him.

The man who snorted repeatedly shook his head vertically before turning it off. While saying "I don't know...", he desperately told me, "I was sorry at that time", "I couldn't help it", "I didn't do anything with my fingers", and put up a good lie. After arranging those excuses, I burned my eyes like I did yesterday when he was laughing at Lyere.

"Don't be such an asshole! You were the last to hunt him down! Tell me if you killed him!" I'm determined to find him until I kill him with my own hands. "

I also arranged my lies and fooled the people listening to me.

But still, the man just shook his head to the side. He complained that he didn't know, and when he heard the story, he lost consciousness because he was involved in a peer attack. Before he lost consciousness, Rhea hadn't been caught, and when he woke up, he was desperate to escape the guards and knew nothing.

"I'm not lying!" Later, it was rumored among my friends, but most of them were killed by him, and they ran off with a stampede! The whole forest was a sea of fire... whether he was sprinkled with fire and died or escaped, or whether he was a skilled trafficker at the time..... "

"Owner, how much is this guy?"

And I'll kill you with my own hands.

I'll take you back to the Mansion and torture you until I think it would have been easier for you to be sold. I don't know how you're gonna let this guy who knows about Rhea and my past stay the same. I'll kill you while you regret betraying Rhea and me.

In my words, the face of the man who conveniently received it shines patchily. Ask how much the shopkeeper will line up while thinking about when he's going to drop into despair.

It was sold at a much lower price than the prize money Anchorson put on me. If you think a man of this value is the one who drove Rhea and me crazy in my life, you're going to get emotionally drunk again. At the end of the day, I decided to use this flame as a practice platform and erase all the dust from my pocket.

”... please, you look like me.”

"Ughh..."

... chewed inside my mouth and the taste of iron spread.

My hand trying to get the money out of my pocket stopped and trembled to my fingertips. While the merchant raised his eyebrows, a man who was in a hurry asked him to let it out.

Looking at the man who was supposed to kill him, he ate and tied his chin so much that he trembled, and then said again to the shopkeeper.

"...... I changed my mind. I'm going to double it. You need to stop talking to that man right now."

It doesn't matter whether you crush your throat or cut your tongue or burn it. If you show me the double amount while saying so, the shopkeeper will give me an agreement immediately.

Some slaves who are merchandise have been [machined] so that they cannot dare to speak. Slaves who don't have to worry about crying in vain or revealing their master's secrets have another reception.... even if I don't kill him, I'll shut the man's mouth for the rest of my life.

Why, wait, are you kidding me? The man who makes a fuss in the cage doesn't even realize that his neck skin is tied now. I let out a desperate, confused cry on my own. I saw this man's voice crushed before I could go back to the market.

"Well... I'm thinking about where Ryer is." "He's like a brother to me anyway." "Why don't you buy me and we'll find Ryer together?"

"I know that."

A light woman's voice rang from the side, painting the voice of the man who lined up the scene.

Looking back before thinking, a woman stood there. I thought it was the same product for a moment, but there is room for that.

The word "whore" is appropriate. A woman dressed in an exposed dress that seemed to invite a man, came at me with a dirty smile.

Merchants or customers? Apparently, I heard a man shouting. You think you can fool me by telling me you know Rhea? I'll just snivel back to the woman with the honest thoughts. I can tell anyone who's listening right now.

"I'll let you meet me." You're looking for Lyre. "

A woman who laughs with her nose, but does not break her nasty smile, has not yet given up. Or are you an idiot who still thinks you're being fooled? This is how people who know Lyre can show up.

Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

...... my breath stopped as I leaned my head back and said it like a prank.

……

…

…………

I grabbed the eagle by the chest and woke up.... it's painful.

With his eyes open, he frowns at the familiar ceiling. When I tried to scratch my sticky hair, the mask touched my finger. I think she was sleeping without taking it off.

The sweat is sticking from my forehead to my chest. Was it because I fell on the bed without changing into sleeping clothes, or did I even dream about it? I don't feel well and my breathing gets disturbed.

Now take your jacket off the bed and open the shirt button appropriately. It was somewhat easier to breathe consciously and deeply. Even fireproof fabrics are hard to sleep on.... I used to sleep well in the alley with one dress on.

"... what time is it..."

There's no one there. The maids and all paid for the room, and no one answered, but his mouth muttered on its own.

I looked around and found that most of the lights were drunk at night. When I look at the clock, I notice that it was quite a while ago and that I overslept for dinner. My body is too heavy to get down to the cafeteria. Let's get him to his room today.

I woke up from the bed with a lead body, hugging my head with one hand, and fell asleep. I fell asleep twice at a strange time. I don't feel like I can sleep properly tonight.

"... it's not a dream, is it?"

Check again while looking at the jacket you took off.

The smell of fields and livestock remains. When I got back to the Mansion, I didn't have the energy to take a bath. I said I was going to rest in my room, and I closed it, and I didn't remember falling down on my bed.

I fell asleep before I was able to sort out what my emotions were like.

Ryer became Thomas, and he forgot about me. Still, he was alive and well. I'll see you again tomorrow.

I felt tired after a long journey.

I didn't expect or expect such an end.

Don't get me wrong if I hit my fist in the chest. The chest that was supposed to be lightened was like a hollow. But... there was also relief.

I closed my eyes and exhaled and fell back to my shoulders. It feels like everything that was rushed to this day has fallen. I realized that it wasn't just my chest that got lighter. After settling down terribly, I realized that I had really finished what I was trying to do.

Lyre's gone. Still...... I met Thomas.

I don't know what kind of life he's going to choose. Still, we'll be in that corner forever. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, if you think that if I stretched my legs, you would meet me. I could feel the warmth in my clenched fist. That's enough to fill your chest now.

I was wondering if someday you might get used to that too polite tone and smile. Raise your hips and reach beyond the closed curtains.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

"Caaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"What's going on?"

……

She stopped at the edge of the curtain and looked back toward the door.

Somehow, the inside of the mansion is noisy. In a small group with only my servants, only their noises can clearly reach this room. I can hear a lot of rushing around, and I think that the people working behind the scenes are finally here. Or......

It doesn't matter when the guards break in anymore.

I remember what I told Jeanne in the carriage.

Even if you complete an ear across the door, you can't hear the cries that are specific to back operations. If you were going to ambush my mansion, you'd do better from the beginning.

Until now, even though it was around, it didn't attack the Mansion. I don't even know when I'm going to step into your mansion. If we go out with bad luck, not only will we be captured, but we will also be captured.... I mean, who's up ahead?

"... you were surprisingly quick."

Did you see Thomas that day?

I think it's a miracle that it was too well arranged, but it didn't come to an interrogation until today. Originally, it wouldn't have been strange to have been caught on the day of Anchorson's arrest. For some reason, the next day didn't come, and... I managed to make it in time.

Fit the mask into your hand, place your hand on the door, and open it. Immediately after, one of the servants said, "Please go back to your room!” I shout, but ignore him. At any rate, we can't even stop them from getting rid of the Karens.

Don't touch me, and I'll go out into the hallway. When I went out to the dance floor towards the stairs, I could see the center of the commotion. The maid has already fled into the back. My guards are running around. At the end of the motion, which was like chasing a rat... there was a man.

"... Thomas?"

He's not a national guard. Thomas, whose only familiar back was the one he had just broken up with.

It was not his name that came out of his mouth, but Thomas's name that burst into breath. Thomas was the only one on the loose in the front porch when I thought the guards were coming to get me. Speaking of which, I think they don't even know who I'm looking for.

He's a customer of mine. The throat roared, and the guards stopped trying to catch him.

Thomas, who was running away, looked up at me from the top of the stairs with the same round eyes as the guards.

How did you know about my mansion, what kind of errand it was, or did you remember anything, or did the rumors sniff out and attack Thomas' house? As I think about it,...... I can't make a sound. Fasten your eyes to Thomas and descend the stairs. It was ominous that his expression remained the same. Even though I had just descended a few steps, my palms were damp just by thinking. Expectations and fears sprang up again because of me.

As soon as I got down, Thomas rushed in with his arm gently pushing the guards away. Thomas, who didn't want to say anything, had a terrible heartache. The moment I swallowed my mouth, I thought I was in a hurry to look the same as when I met you.

"Ray-chan..."

Damn it!

………………………………… What is it?

Thinking stops with the words that Thomas shouted and the expression that he saw nearby. Her rounded eyes glowed with joyful laughter.

Thomas's smile was different from the smile he had just cuddled up to me for no reason.... this is...

"It's the first time I've seen you!" Are you sure you're here?! What the hell is going on? It's so big! "

With a pleasant smile, you're strengthening your arms to tighten me up.

Your eyes can't blink anymore, and you can't move while standing upright. I can't tell if this is a nightmare, thinking it's still a dream. Instead of breathing, my heart stopped for a moment.

"Even though you were such a cute claw, you've become so handsome!" Well, not as much as me, though. "

The guards look at us with unbelievable eyes in their wide sight. Is this man's behavior obviously suspicious, or... is my face unusual?

There is only one man in the world who is familiar with me like this.

"You've escaped so well... but why are you still [Karen]?" You've become the son of Anchorson, haven't you? I told you to take it in with Chan-chan, didn't I? "

A bright, lying voice seemed to return with distant memories.

Without hesitation, she hugs me and talks to me like nothing happened. Don't be ridiculous, even though I should have met you today.

Whether it's fake, Thomas's lies or fakes to comfort me, a back-office or a Special Ability trap, or a convenient dream. I don't know what is in front of me and I don't understand it.

Too much breath blocking and acid deficiency keeps my head from thinking, but I can't speak. She ate and tied her teeth, clenching her fists with both hands, which remained hanging without strength. My chin and shoulders trembled, and when I forced my breath up, my throat twitched.

I don't know everything with my white head. However, I've always wanted it to be convenient.

"It's late............"

It was real.

The squeezed voice was so rattled that I could tell.

He clenched his fist with both hands while turning it to his back. Don, dull sounds and vibrations passed through Ryer.

The open, dry eyeballs wet themselves. I squeezed the lid of my eyes hard while breathing in, and the large grain entered the mouth where it was transmitted and tied. I can't think of anything, and I seriously don't want to think about it.

"No, I've had a lot of problems, too." While Ray-chan is having a relaxing feast and sleeping in bed and having fun, I think I'm going to throw up already. "

"Is it easy?... slow, slow, slow... What kind of trouble do you think I've made to find you? I just missed it and disappeared on my own..."

Dream it up.

He desperately kills his choking throat, and his fingernails stick to his fists that hit his back. Eating and tying your teeth, your thoughts are mixed and you have a hard time breathing.

As if they were chasing after me, the black stuff boils down on my stomach, and then it boils down on me. You can turn this place into a sea of fire in a moment.

This time, you won't answer me as soon as you yell at me with a cloudy voice. The familiar tongue just now silences as if it were a lie. The boiling water overflowed like lava, making no excuses for lying.

"... I missed you, brother."

"───Ahh..."

Fraying.

The words, that's all. The fist that kept clenching so much blood was opened, and I couldn't swing it down anymore. Unlike the light voice before, the low voice overlaps with the promise of the last time I heard it.

I couldn't see anything with my open eyes oozing through my eyes. The chin that tried to bind the cannibal trembled too much, and no strength was available.

The nostalgic call, the nagging call, the familiarity, the heat, the excuses, the deception, the lies... the truth. Everything was in my memory, and I was the only one who knew.

"... ahhh..."

... I missed you.

In exchange for pain and heat in your throat, something is buried in your missing chest.

It hurts like a sting in my lungs. Your limbs are heavy and your breath is trembling and cloudy.

Your whole body is so bitter that you can't bear to tremble, but it fills you even more. Without a doubt, everything accepts that I have met the man I really wanted to meet. For the first time, I seriously think that these six years have been rewarded.... there's no mistake.

What I wanted to see was [this] lyre.

"...... Brother......"

I can't give it back anymore.

The overflowing drops passed from my cheeks to my chin and fell into this arm that tightened back from under the mask.