Chapter 354

Chapter 354

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As his vision slowly returned, the first thing he heard was a dull thud. It sounded like the crushing of something, or the hard slap of leather. But when his vision fully returned, what Cadel saw was neither.

‘What the hell...... are they doing?’

Standing in front of him were two burly adult men and a young boy. One of them pushed the little boy against the wall and kicked him senseless, while the other watched his merciless companion from a short distance away.

It wasn’t long before Cadel realized the identity of the blows he’d heard. Quickly shifting his vision to the front of the wall, he saw the boy cowering like a caterpillar. The boy had endured every blow that had been thrown at him without a single groan.

The boy had dark navy blue hair and a dwarf frame. Every inch of his exposed flesh was covered in raw pigment, making it difficult to infer his original skin color.

Cadel instinctively recognized the boy’s identity. This poor boy, with misery written all over him, was the young Yozen Vardikta.

‘These crazy bastards......! What are they doing to a kid with nowhere else to run!’

A feverish, unpleasant sensation rushed through his body. He felt like he had to rip off the limbs of the man who was kicking Yozen to make him stop.

After kicking Yozen a few more times, the man finally let out a ragged breath and shook his head. A vague sense of satisfaction flickered over the man’s face.

He spat in Yozen’s convulsing face, then dug into his pockets and pulled out something. It was a small, ugly loaf of bread, no bigger than his fist, and the man who threw it at Yozen grinned.

“If you don’t want to be a real prick, get to work, kid. We don’t take in the worthless.”

Yozen didn’t answer. With trembling hands, he picked up the bread, narrowly missing the phlegm. The man watching him clicked his tongue in annoyance and turned away.

He patted the shoulder of his companion behind him as he passed. The man had been watching the assault. Instead of following his companion back, the man with the auburn hair and the unpleasant smile stepped in front of Yozen. Bending down, he stroked Yozen’s head, which hung limp like a corpse.

“It’s not because Ramp hates you, he’s just an inarticulate fellow. He’s upset that the hunt didn’t work out. He’ll be better tomorrow.”

“......”

“Yozen, if you’ll just understand, we can be normal again. We’ll share a nice meal, and I’ll get you some warm clothes, so...... will you forgive him?”

The voice was creepily sweet. Cadel, who had been keeping a wary eye on the man beside Yozen, felt a stomach-churning rage as he listened to the brainwashing disguised as comfort.

‘Where the hell are you getting this bullsh*t from?’

A grown man had beaten a child to death and abused him, and the man who had watched the whole thing, instead of tending to his wounds or sheltering him, was trying to justify the violence with heinous words.

His head throbbed with rage, but Yozen’s response helped him calm down.

“.......Yes. I forgive him.”

The blood boiled in his throat, a pitiful whimper that ended in a lump. The man patted Yozen’s head a couple of times, as if satisfied with the answer, then pushed away and stood up. Naturally, he didn’t bother to help Yozen to his feet or hug him.

“We’ll be on the road again the day after tomorrow. Until then, let’s reflect on our last hunt and make it a success.”

The man who muttered the unintelligible words turned and left the alley without hesitation.

‘Ha.......’

From the beginning of the flashback, Cadel had witnessed a ridiculous scene. Cadel looked back at young Yozen, feeling dazed.

Though swollen and bruised, the Yozen of the past had two intact eyes. Black eyes. A young boy’s eyes should have sparkled with curiosity and mischief, but Yozen’s eyes were as blank as a deep abyss.

Yozen’s eyes were like a deep abyss, and he scrambled to his feet, then collapsed against the wall, catching his breath. Even his breathing sounded ragged.Updated chapters on novelbin(.)com

The man patted Ramp on the back comfortingly and smiled. Then Ramp, who was rubbing his face roughly, looked up with a sigh.

“Yozen, that kid’s too much of a wuss. We’ll have to pick up another beggar, Cyron.”

“Funny you should say that. That’s why Yozen has survived as bait all these years: he’s too scared. The brave and ignorant die quick and easy.”

“......That’s true.”

“Yep. If you play your cards right, he’ll last a long time, so don’t beat him up for not doing well. A mouse will bite a cat when cornered.”

“He will just be able to scratch and tickle.”

Ramp spat out a sharp sneer, then glanced at Cyron, his brow narrowing in an odd expression.

“I’m sure they’re keeping that little carnivore around because it’s useful....... I feel strangely offended whenever I see that kid.”

“Feel offended? Isn’t that what Yozen is supposed to say to you?”

“Shut up. It’s not just a feeling, I’m talking about a visceral repulsion.”

Ramp’s words gave Cyron a puzzled look.

“Hate against your own kind?”

“Keep talking if you want to die.”

“No, Ramp, if that’s not what it is, then why does that little sickly chicken-like kid make you feel offended? Isn’t that how you deal with guilt?”

“No, it’s not that kind of feeling. It’s just....... That kid’s been acting as bait for quite some time now.”

“Yeah.”

“An orphan, barely ten years old, who hasn’t learned anything, has survived for far too long, and that often gives me the creeps.”

Ramp spoke solemnly, but Cyron didn’t seem in the least bit inclined to take his words seriously. He laughed out loud and squeezed Ramp’s shoulder.

“I can put up with no money, but I can’t put up with a cowardly leader, so put your bullsh*t back in your mouth before you run off like this.”

“......Son of a b*tch.”

The two men chuckled and threw threatening jokes at each other. The atmosphere was jovial, but watching them, Cadel felt a chill run down his spine.

Bait. That was what they were calling Yozen. He didn’t know exactly how they were using him, but it must be a matter of life and death. Exposing the small child to danger for their own selfish ends.

They were not human beings. They were waste, worse than animals. Over and over again, Cadel thought of Ramp and Cyron’s names. If they were still alive and well when this past was over, he would hunt them down and slit their throats.

After scanning the mercenary corps, Cadel turned back to Yozen. The mercenary corps was not small, but none of them cared for the lone boy.

‘All he gets for rolling like this is a piece of bread and a plate of soup.’

Yozen, who had just fulfilled his quota, wolfed down his reward of bread and soup. He could have eaten outside, but instead, he tried to do everything inside the smelly stable, where the cramped confines meant that he would get hit in the head with a horse’s tail while eating, or nearly fall over when a curious horse stuck its nose in his face.

Every single one of his actions was pitiful beyond words. Cadel stood by the side of a small child as he munched away at a puffy piece of bread. He lamented that this small, pleasant space was the only place the child felt safe.

For the rest of the day, Yozen completed the odd chore here and there, sucked down a piece of jerky for dinner like candy, and fell asleep exhausted. The next morning came quickly. The mercenary corps was on the hunt.