Night of the Soulless Heathens – 133



#133. Storm of Coral Sahar 1

The route from Lantarik to the capital of the Kingdom of Korathar Koral Sahar was usually taken by boat.

This was because Coral Sahar was a beautiful city located in the delta where the Cora River meets the sea and a city that accumulated enormous wealth through maritime trade.

However due to the ongoing drought the water level of the Kora River has dropped so the boats are traveling slowly in the middle of the river where the water is still somewhat deep and there is no room to take passengers.

“I guess I’ll have to go by land. Any help?”

Azadin asked the merchants’ guild of the Lantaric branch.

But they refused to help Azadin even in such trivial matters.

“Well if we help them openly wouldn’t there be problems?”

“He told me to go on my own. This is serious. There’s someone on our side who’s taking advantage of us a lot.”

Now that they had accepted Scott as a comrade Azadin’s group was experiencing a serious food shortage.

In the past this would not have been such a big problem but due to the drought in Salasma and the war in Lantarik food prices skyrocketed and the situation became unstable here and there.

With the Light of the King losing its power monsters swarming everywhere and the Nether’s presence roaming the world the help of the Peddler’s Guild to provide a stable supply of food and supplies was desperately needed.

“Still I can’t help you. Arael’s sister. At least on the way to Coral Sahar.”

“Why?”

“Because the Senate forces remain in Coral Sahar and the five families that make up the upper echelons of the Merchant Guild especially the high-ranking members of the Ethar bloodline rule the Coral Sahar region.”

Their attitude is so stubborn that we cannot expect anything from them.

‘It used to be a well-run organization but it turns out it had an unexpected weakness.’

When the Herald Clan was united the merchant and herald organizations kept each other in check but helped each other and things worked well. However when factions split within the Herald Clan and started fighting most of the clan’s functions were paralyzed.

‘Calypso is wise. In times like these it’s better to step back and wait and see. However I’m related to Arael by blood so I won’t just leave it alone just because I’m waiting and seeing.’

In a situation like this rather than carrying out the Emperor’s herald duties he should have waited for the situation to be resolved like Calypso or actively participated in the Arael tribe or the Senate and jumped into the political strife.

However since Azadin is Arael’s younger brother he cannot waste time like Calypso. He has no choice but to ask for something else.

“Then tell me about Judge Jecht’s movements and be careful. There’s something strange about that paladin. He’s using the power of the Nether.”

“I understand. Paladins are always under surveillance.”

“then.”

Azadin left the guild and returned to his colleagues. On the way back Ismail said a word.

“I bet you’re happy that your older sister has become so successful.”

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“What does that mean?”

“Don’t you think I’ll treat you well? Even if you resist her she won’t try to kill you. Why don’t you surrender to her?”

“You really hate me.”

“Isn’t there any reason for me to like you?”

“But a sensible person would at least not show hostility to his superior the messenger. He is quite lacking in worldly wisdom. Of course it doesn’t seem like he does this only to me.”

Azadin thought of Ismail who had not been intimidated by Arael or the four members of Hwajopungwol and had rushed forward.

‘Maybe this guy… that’s it. Poor guy.’

Azadin had a vague idea of ​​Ismail’s identity. Given his identity it seemed natural that Ismail would be so sharp and squeaky at everyone.

“What’s with that look?”

“Oh no. I just thought you had a hard time at a young age.”

“yes?”

Ismail looked displeased when Azadin did not listen to him seriously while he was babbling.

“Let’s go back and prepare to leave Lantarik. There’s no good in staying here too long.”

Since Arael had been appearing in the Rantarik Castle it would be dangerous to stay here for too long. Thinking so Azadin prepared to leave Rantarik as soon as he returned.

But just as Azadin and his party were about to leave someone called out to them from behind.

“Hey. Azadin!”

“Calypso?”

“Stop for a moment. Don’t go to Coral Sahar! It’s a big problem!”

“What the big deal? What’s going on?”

“I just got word that Coral Sahar is under attack!”

“To what?”

“That is…..”

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The king of Corazor was Ancestor IV who in his youth was a brilliant and brilliant man who defeated all his rivals and became a genius to take the throne. One of the people who was deposed by him without taking the throne was Count Cazelle Salasma.

However after becoming king he indulged in pleasures ignored the borders and did not leave the villa.

After defeating his formidable rivals and solidifying his royal authority he gave up his guns as if it were a lie and became a hedonist obsessed with luxury and pleasure.

But Ancestus IV was now holding a council of state and sitting on his throne with an energetic air for the first time in a long while. He couldn’t help it because outside the window thunder was rumbling and the wind and rain were howling.

It is not uncommon for typhoons to hit Korasar in the summer. However it was unusual for a typhoon to remain motionless and continue to rain and blow for a week causing serious damage.

“The pier has been destroyed by the rising seawater and the low-lying areas and riverbanks have been flooded by the backflow. The seawater is flowing up the river and those currently working on the rescue operation have been working in three shifts without rest for a week so there is no one who can endure it.”

When a typhoon hit Coral Sahar and the nearby lowlands began to flood King Ancetus who had been abstaining from work could not sit still and had to attend to state affairs.

The first thing he moved was the navy. Instead of ships anchored by the storm the navy used dinghies to rescue people from the flooded lowlands and evacuate them to higher ground.

Things have been going well so far but the problem is that the rain continues to fall more heavily than they expected.

“A landslide occurred on the highlands and a camp for refugees was swept away by the landslide.”

“To save the refugees…..”

“They are all already completely exhausted.”

“We worked people nonstop for a week in three shifts and then… there were many cases of people dying from overwork or fainting and falling into the river to their deaths.”

The soldiers were already exhausted from the process of rescuing and evacuating people.

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Moreover the problem was that they had evacuated to higher ground believing that the rain would stop soon.

As the rain continued to pour down without stopping the highlands were swept away by landslides and double the manpower was needed to rescue the refugees swept away by the landslides.

“We need to move other refugees. If we are short on people we can bring in people from other areas.”

“That’s… the national treasury is running low.”

“How much money is left in the treasury?”

“It’s about 2000 ryang of silver.”

Liang is a unit of weight used by dwarves and 2000 liang of silver is a huge amount of money that is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

However the peak revenue of Korasaur was about 120000 ryang.

Even now it is collecting annual revenue of 60000 ryang.

The principle was to save money in times of peace to prepare for war or famine so the treasury had to have more money than this.

But nothing special happened and the safe ran out of money.

“I was so surprised that I became king. How many thieves have touched the national treasury?”

“….”

“The people are angry with me. Aren’t they?”

King Ancetus asked his vassals directly. The vassals had complicated expressions on their faces.

‘Because he is sitting on the throne even though he is not the rightful king the light of the royal flower is fading so a drought comes to Salasma and typhoons come to Coral Sahar!’

I couldn’t say that out loud.

No matter how lax they may be a king is a king and a vassal is a vassal. Aren’t the vassals of today the ones who plundered the national treasury when the king’s surveillance was lax?

“That that…..”

“I won’t question you my lords so just hand over whatever you have.”

“….”

“So if we were to provide the funds and manpower would it be possible to solve the problem by sending refugees far away?”

“There are also ominous rumors going around.”

“What rumor?”

“People say that strange fishmen come out at night and harm people.”

“Hey! That’s definitely a rumor. Our Royal Navy has investigated and there have been no casualties due to the fish yet! Most of them are accidents or deaths from overwork.”

Duke Dixion the admiral of the Korasaar Navy said with a trembling voice.

“Use the Navy to evacuate the victims and purchase food from merchants. Avoid areas prone to landslides and only build evacuation camps in safe places.”

In the end the king had no choice but to speak in principle.

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Calypso said in a tumultuous tone.

“I just heard that Coral Sahar is completely ruined.”

“…I don’t understand.”

Azadin tilted his head at Calypso’s words.

The messenger clan doesn’t just walk around and convey information through words they also have an artificial spirit called the Emperor’s Voice and even without that they use various magic to convey information.

But if the typhoon had continued for two weeks and flooded Coral Sahar the fact should have been known long ago.

Even though the Herald Clan is divided into two factions the Arael Tribe and the Senate faction it is impossible for such important information to remain unknown…

“They said that typhoon was magical.”

“A magical typhoon? Who was the messenger in charge of Coral Sahar?”

“Zenith 24th in the messenger hierarchy. Younger sister of Lady Dimia of Flowers.”

“….”

“So are you going Azadin? Why don’t you just rest here and make up with Arael? While we’re at it I’ll find a nice place to stay… Actually I’ve been admiring Arael for a long time. Arael is still single right? You don’t have a fiancé right?”

“Oh really. Okay. Let’s go!”

Azadin waved his hand to shoo Calypso away as if he was shooing a fly and went out of the gates of Lantaric.

As Azadin and his party set out for Coral Sahar they saw a considerable number of people coming from the west with weary eyes. They were merchants who had gone to Coral Sahar but had been disappointed.

They shouted to everyone they met along the way.

“Don’t go to Coral Sahar!”

“The King has issued a conscription order!”

“They are taking all the food and cargo and giving it as a voucher!”

“It’s a slip that gets erased when it gets wet! Where did you get such thin paper! You’re so talented!”

Usually when a war breaks out and supplies are requisitioned and vouchers are written and given out they are usually given in writing on relatively sturdy materials like cloth or parchment.

The fact that they wrote it on thin paper and handed it out meant that those who wrote the receipt had no intention of paying it back.

The faith of the King’s Church demands absolute loyalty to the king and nobles but its foundation is the light of the King’s Fire which protects the world from disasters and monsters.

In other words if disasters were rampant and monsters were rampant it meant that the current king was not a legitimate king.