Night of the Soulless Heathens – 111



#111. There are too many corrupt nobles 4

Guillaume Wald still did not want to accept reality.

Count Lantaric was not a loving and caring father. But that was the way things were between father and son among the nobles.

Guillaume Wald who was secretly looked down on by others because he was ugly and couldn’t even use a sword had only the fact that he was the last of the Yaegas gods and the son of Count Lantaric.

But the fact that his father who gave him life was such a villain and now he was denying his existence and trying to pass everything on to his youngest son Adler and that everyone in the family knew about it except for himself.

He couldn’t stand the shame that his efforts to somehow become worthy of the title of Count of Lantaric had gone down the drain and that he was now just a clown in front of his retainers.

What was even more shameful in this situation was that his body tired quickly.

“Hey you’re tired. Would you like to rest for a bit?”

Although he was a knight Guillaume Wald was not even able to ride properly. He was so tired from absorbing the shock of the horse bouncing off the ground with his leg muscles that he wanted to rest again.

“You rest too often?”

Medium grumbled.

She skillfully absorbed the shock while riding a mountain goat which bounced much more than a horse. She even performed an acrobatic feat by standing on both feet in the saddle and leaping into the air at the moment the mountain goat bounced.

Medium jumped into the air like that looked around and landed looking at Guillaume Wald with a pitiful look.

That was so humiliating to Guillaume Wald. This young girl was riding a goat not to mention a horse and he was the first to get tired. If it were up to him he would rather endure it than bite his tongue and die in the saddle. But it wasn’t easy.

Azadin knew that Guillaumebald was inwardly suffering and stopped Medium.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. So did you jump up and find anything unusual?”

“Ah. The road ahead is blocked.”

“The road is blocked?”

“Yes. The soldiers were setting up a barricade.”

As Medium had said as we passed a hill we saw soldiers setting up a barricade.

“What’s going on? Let’s go to the blocked area and rest there.”

Azadin took the lead and began to lead the way.

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On the wide Imperial Road built by Emperor Yaeslat a barricade was erected. Around it soldiers non-commissioned officers and refugees were crowded together and camped in tents.

Beyond the road there is a thick fog so thick that a carriage can be hidden in the fog if it is only a short distance away. It is a basin area so the fog may not be able to get out but it is unrealistic.

‘I can feel the magic.’

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Azadin clicked his tongue as he sensed a powerful magical power from the fog.

“Stop!”

“Wow whoa!”

The soldiers stopped Azadin and his party.

“Do not pass beyond this point.”

“Go back! Go back!”

Then the merchants and travelers who had arrived before Azadin’s party questioned them.

“But shouldn’t you explain why?”

“that is….”

The soldiers looked around for someone. A middle-aged man wearing armor and holding a bottle of liquor was walking around with a gleaming sword swinging it in the air.

“Ugh uh-uh. This damn woman! How could you do this to me! You guys! Go back! If you say go back go back! Can’t you see this fog! If you go inside the fog your life is not guaranteed!”

He was blocking the road and harassing merchants and travelers.

“…Sir Brock?”

“uh?”

Guillaume Wald recognized the man and was surprised.

“Your Highness the Prince Guillaume Wald?!”

The man called Sir Brock also recognized Guillaumewald and was startled. Judging from the way he straightened up and came to his senses as if the alcohol had worn off he seemed to respect Guillaumewald.

‘They look like vassal knights but aren’t they a group of traitorous vassals?’

Azadin was puzzled by his attitude towards Guillaume Wald.

“What is it? Now? You are a vassal of Lantarik and the owner of this fortress and the manor near it. Then why are you here? Why are you barricading yourself?”

“Oh that’s it.”

The knight named Sir Brock spoke in embarrassment.

“It’s nothing.”

“Nothing? Then why are you blocking the road? And that fog doesn’t look natural no matter how you look at it.”

“….”

“Answer me properly. What’s going on? You mentioned a woman didn’t you? What happened to your wife?”

“That’s it.”

Sir Brock sighed and pressed his lips together tightly.

“I don’t know either.”

“You don’t know?”

Anyone can see that it’s a lie. It’s such an obvious lie that Guillaume Wald was shocked.

‘Is this guy acting like this because he thinks I’ve fallen from power and he’s having fun?’

But that doesn’t seem to be the case. The vassals who betrayed him at the bridgehead fortress didn’t send out any signal fires or flag signals. They might have sent out a radio signal though.

“Yes. Suddenly an evil fog appeared and engulfed the fortress of Sae-heung. I escaped with the residents but unfortunately my wife remained inside.”

“No way. Isn’t this the Kingdom Road? The light of the King’s Flower is strong here. Shouldn’t evil magic be able to touch it?”

“I don’t know either. It happened so suddenly.”

At that time some of the merchants who were protesting because the road was blocked approached Azadin.

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“uh?!”

Among them were the Korasarr Bobusang Guild or the Herald Clan.

“Ah. You are the Corasar Peddler Guild.”

Azadin noticed them and approached them.

“Can we talk for a moment?”

Apparently the article was hiding something from Guillaume Wald.

Even though Guillaume Wald was questioning him he shook his head like a mute who had eaten honey and even though he was drunk and out of his mind he kept his mouth shut tightly. He would never say anything like that.

Azadin having made that decision left Brok in the care of Guillaumebald and decided to exchange information with the other Aragatsas.

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“But before that let me ask you something. What about that knight?”

The members of the peddler union were wary of Lord Jibek.

“Let’s call him comrade.”

“Comrade? How could I possibly have a paladin as my comrade?”

‘If I say that I have comrades because of my high aspirations here you’ll think I’m making fun of you right?’

Azadin would never make such a rash statement to the members of the peddlers’ union.

“Would you understand if I were a knight who was in danger of being kicked out of the church because I met the wrong boss?”

“Well but I guess that kind of person would want to return to the church at any time….”

“Are you saying that we are comrades now but we may fall apart later so let’s be careful?”

“yes.”

“I agree with you. So let’s talk about it a little further away.”

Azadin prepared to talk to Zibek keeping his distance from him.

“Oh one more thing before that. Are you a member of the Elder Party? Or of the Arael Party?”

The servants of the Korasarr Bobusang Guild immediately asked Azadin this question.

“Arael Pa?”

Azadin noticed that their vocabulary was quite neutral. If they were not friendly to Arael they should be called traitors or traitors but they were called Araelites.

“Hey hey. That guy is that guy. That guy. Azadin of Muan.”

“Ah Azadin of Muan? Arael’s younger brother? Then I guess I’ll go after Arael.”

“We are also thinking of converting to the Arael faction. From the servants’ perspective it is difficult to make money anywhere so if taxes are lowered it would be great.”

“If you create the country of Aragasa that would be great too. Hehehe.”

“….”

Azadin clicked his tongue when he heard their words.

“Why do you think I’m an Arael fan?”

It was nauseating to think that they already considered themselves to be of the tribe of Arael and that they would side with Arael who were of the same bloodline no matter what.

What did Arael do to Azadin?

Since he originally didn’t have eyeballs it just ended with a scar on his face. If he had eyeballs and he had actually gouged out his face and dug out his eyeballs would he have been able to live together as brothers and be on good terms?

Yet they regard Azadin’s scars as nothing more than a childhood injury since he had no eyeballs and Azadin originally had a grotesque appearance because he had no eyeballs on his face.

I guess he can laugh off such a wound and later thinks that when Arael succeeds and gains power and status Azadin will smile and join hands with her.

I hate that shallowness. It makes me angry that they find Azadin’s determination to hate Arael so ridiculous.

“ah.”

“Ahaha. I tried it. I tried it. Of course we are the elders. We were worried because you are of the same blood as Arael.”

“There’s no way a traitor will do well! No matter how strong Arael’s power is it will only shine for a moment and in the end the Elder faction will win.”

Those who saw Azadin’s anger immediately changed their direction. But such a blatant change of heart.

‘It seems that those who fail to become messengers and instead work as merchants have their own thoughts.’

In the end if either Arael or the Elders win then we will join hands. You can see it that way.

Whether it’s Arael or the Elders they can’t ignore the merchants who are in charge of the Herald Clan’s external activities and income. It’s a good thing for Azadin.

“So what’s the deal with this place? Why is that guy drinking and swinging a knife around but keeping his mouth shut about the truth?”

When Azadin asked the merchants they snickered and answered.

“That article says that the wife of that knight became a socialite and performed some kind of social ritual.”

“Which side are you on if you’re social?”

“I’m not sure about that. Are you going to investigate? It looks like there’s fog so I don’t think it’d be a good idea to go in…”

“hmm.”

Azadin returned to his party after speaking with the members of the peddler guild.

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“I can’t believe it. Sir Brok is a man known for his honesty and integrity. He is the most calm and faithful of our vassals and I have entrusted him with the collection of taxes for the fortress of New Heights and its fiefdoms… And this isn’t the main road to the continent?”

Azadin was built by Emperor Yaeslat on a road called the Emperor’s Road but the people of the King’s Church used to call it the King’s Road or the Continent Road.

“They say the light of the king’s flower is fading.”

Scott McGreen who was following the march in a wheelchair seemed to be doing fine and seemed to be pleased that his words were proven right but it was a turn-off for the knight Zibek.

“It makes me realize how much I lack in self-cultivation. Even though I know it’s the truth I still get angry when I hear it.”

“It’s okay. I understand. It’s not a new thing to see races with low intelligence often being swayed by emotions. Even among the orcs those who give up on the future and just rely on muscle power end up losing their brains to their muscles.”

“….”

It makes me even angrier to say this now.