Night of the Soulless Heathens – 202



#202. Traitor of the Clan

When I came out of the audience room my colleagues were waiting for me.

Jiswa a Taoist priest from Cheonggeondang was so moved that he shed tears.

“Glory glory Azadin. God is pleased with you.”

Was it because he felt the extreme favor of the Golden King Manja-Zadek? Jiswa kept praising Azadin until his mouth was dry telling him how great a hero he was and how he had been promised a glorious position.

“The Golden King Manja-Zadek is such a pig.”

Medium was astonished by the Manza-Zadek’s outrageous appearance while Scott was thrilled.

“So sensual!”

“…what?”

Sensual? A term that shouldn’t have come out suddenly popped up.

“Have you seen that thick layer of fat that doesn’t show any abs? It’s ideal.”

For the orcs whose muscles would bulge just by breathing Manza-Zadek’s body covered in fat was the ideal body they dreamed of.

Scott rubbed his firm stomach and felt regret.

“Haa. I wish I could be half as good as the Golden King. Look at this ugly body. On the other hand Manja-Zadek is the Golden King. I’m falling for him.”

“….”

The aesthetics of orcs are very different from those of humans. I realize that anew.

“Anyway what he’s offering is truly outrageous. Will that level of compensation be enough to preserve the clan? If we start a fight with the pardon of King Btuma it’s okay for the clan to win but even if we lose… we won’t be annihilated right? And all the power from now on will be in your hands.”

Ismail said this to tease Azadin knowing that he was reluctant to accept the reward but upon saying it himself he realized that the conditions were quite acceptable.

“It must be after we win. From now on they won’t let their guard down. Besides if you’re the one leading you’ll know me better than anyone else.”

As Azadin spoke the crow began to cry again. It was the voice of the blood mage Joan.

“This is a big deal Geumryungsa. A formidable figure has attacked the prison!”

“A huge figure?”

“Kazas! It’s Kazas!”

“….”

It was Azadin’s master Elder Kazas who personally attacked the prison.

It is clear that the person leading the offensive right now is Kazas but it means that he personally took part in the offensive.

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‘It’s calling me.’

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The wind and rain have temporarily subsided on this moonless night but the air is still heavy and humid as if it were water itself.

The smell of blood was mixed with the unpleasant night air which was so hot and humid that sweat did not evaporate at all.

When Azadin and his party arrived at the prison a bloody festival was already taking place there. The released Haldun party Elder Kazas and Sion Etar were piling up corpses.

Already many of the wizards and soldiers of Bthuma had fallen as corpses and even the war elephants with bloody symbols carved into their heads were moving under the control of Kazas.

Even though Kazas created that situation he didn’t leave and was waiting for someone.

“Golden Lion.”

The soldiers were in a difficult position cornering Kazas and the messenger clan in front of the prison building.

If you get any closer you will definitely die.

No matter how many people were deployed they could not subdue those messenger clans.

“Let me handle it.”

Azadin pushed back the soldiers and stood in front of Kazas himself.

“Azadin are you here now?”

“Master.”

Azadin looked at his teacher.

-Kurururung.

The sky which had been calm for a moment began to boil and wind and rain began to blow in from the sea accompanied by the sound of thunder.

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During Azadin’s childhood when he was helpless he was looked down upon and despised by everyone in his clan.

Even his blood-related sister hurt him and when Aldis the only one who cared for him was too busy with a mission to take good care of him it was Kazas who willingly took care of Azadin.

‘You help me with my research and I will give you the power to become a messenger. We give and receive from each other so don’t be too hard on yourself.’

Kazas used to draw a line with Azadin and say so.

However the society of the Aragasa the messenger clan is a society where one cannot survive without strength. In that society Kazas is no different from giving Azadin the strength to survive.

The grace is so great that nothing can dare to compare it to it.

“Yes Azadin. You were the traitor.”

Kazas greeted Azadin with his entourage of messengers. The humid air was suffocating.

“Master.”

“Didn’t we talk about it? You and I are in a relationship where we give and receive from each other. So if that’s what you want I don’t want anything from you. I’ve never done you any favors or received any favors.”

“….”

In the past when Kazas taught Azadin the Kazas method and said that to him Azadin was actually pleased with those words.

Anyone can say that they should not think about repaying a favor. But when the person who actually did the favor says so it carries a weight like gold.

Now that they had met again Kazas still drew the line at Azadin. However it no longer had the same meaning as before.

“I have come now to deal with the traitor to my clan Azadin. Answer me not as master and apprentice but as yourself. Why did you betray your clan?”

“Wasn’t it the Senate that betrayed our clan in the first place? It was not the Emperor but the Senate that placed the curse of service on us….”

“Aren’t all the clans standing here now? You alone are standing against the clans and the traitors are the Senate? Oh you’re not alone?”

Kazas looked at Midiam and Ismail next to Azadin.

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“Isn’t the reason the clans are standing there for profit? To join hands with Naga and use the magic of the Nether to kill the people of Hybris. To take what they have.”

“Yeah that’s right.”

“I can’t tolerate that.”

“Are you going to punish your entire clan? Who gave you the right to do that?”

“Then who gave the clan the authority to harm the people of Hybris? At least I am acting based on my mission as the Emperor’s messenger my conscience and my aesthetics.”

“under.”

Kazas smiled bitterly as he watched Azadin confront him without saying a word.

“Aldis did something wrong.”

Does this refer to the appointment of Azadin as the second commander?

Or is it talking about raising Azadin and imparting his aesthetics and dreams to him?

“Does Aldis know about this?”

“Are you saying that you would sacrifice the people of Hybris by taking Naga’s side? Of course I know. Aldis is not a fool. I would be lying if I said I didn’t know what the consequences of my choice would be.”

“Why? The Aldis I knew wasn’t the kind of person who would make such a choice.”

“Azadin. You know one thing about Aldis and not two. Aldis is Hatir’s daughter.”

“I knew that much.”

Although no one spoke of it the entire clan knew that Aldis was the leader’s daughter.

“She has a very affectionate personality. That’s why she can’t help but prioritize her blood relatives and clan. Her clan has been persecuted by the people of Hybris for a long time so how could she refuse something that her beloved father asked her to do?”

Aldis does not oppose the policy decided by the clan at all. He simply goes along with the trend and tries to reduce unnecessary bloodshed in some way.

“Then why do you listen to Hatir?”

“Because I promised.”

“promise?”

“Yes. I promised Harconia that I would protect your son. A long time ago…”

Azadin was able to immediately understand the situation as Kazas’s voice spoke the name of Harkonia and there was a longing that could not be hidden for a moment.

It is an old promise that binds Kazas who is not even Aragasa to the messenger clan.

For hundreds of years this man has kept his promise to the woman he loved but who was not his but the Emperor’s and has kept his mission that no one forced upon him.

“Aldis is the same Azadin. I want you to be happy but if that goes against Hatir’s wishes I will have no choice but to exclude you. Is that really necessary? Is it really necessary to go that far?”

“….”

Elder Kazas took pity on Azadin.

Although he denied it with his mouth and said that he was doing it for mutual benefit rather than out of favor he clearly sympathized with Azadin.

But it can’t compare to Hatir.

The same goes for Aldis.

Although they sympathize with and pity Azadin they will cut him off if he becomes hostile to their most precious being Leader Hatir.

‘I see. I’m… such an idiot. I was just giving them cheap sympathy.’

The presence of Kazas and Aldis was a spiritual refuge for Azadin.

But what they gave to Azadin was cheap sympathy something light that could be given to anyone like a morning greeting.

If anyone other than Azadin had seen him in that situation they would have extended that kindness.

But Azadin lived with that light kindness as a refuge for his soul.

Because I’ve never been loved.

So I lived my life cherishing even the smallest pity believing it to be love within me.

And if you betray your clan now you will lose even that haven.

Is it really necessary to do that?

Are you ready for that?

That’s what Kazas is asking.

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“Ha…hahaha.”

Suddenly laughter burst out.

‘It’s a good thing I don’t have eyes. It would have been ugly if I had cried. Oh damn it. I’m so tired. I guess I’ll just give up.’

Suddenly that thought occurred to me.

If we give up here and Azadin who holds the title of Herald of the Golden Horde turns to the side of the clan Btuma will fall in an instant.

Those who resist will be massacred and the royal guard will be purged but if the throne is taken away easily perhaps that will be a way to resolve the situation with less bloodshed.

but.

He loved stars.

I also loved the story of the three archangels who came down from the world of stars to protect people and the Knights of Rescue who fought on the side of the archangels.

I may never have been loved but…

Everything he loved was sincere.

So even if I was abandoned by my clan and left alone because of that I couldn’t deny my sincerity.

Azadin drew his Azure Steel longsword.

“Okay. Is that your answer?”

Kazas looked at Azadin’s answer and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

I didn’t ask for Azadin’s answer. If I opened my mouth now my voice would surely tremble and I would look unsightly.

Azadin raised his sword without saying a word.

But right then.

Lightning struck the palace of Bthuma.

“!?”

And then the air began to change. Clouds rolled in from the sea and above them a great shadow gazed down upon the world.

The light of the King’s Flower was rapidly weakening and the boundary between this world and the present world was collapsing.