Night of the Soulless Heathens – 38



#38. Black Magic Disaster 9

It seemed that Calypso was hoping to keep Medium as her servant and continue to harass him.

“It’s the law of respecting your superiors… But if you’re my junior shouldn’t you treat me as your superior and respect me? Why are you barging into my jurisdiction all of a sudden and interfering with what I’m doing?”

“It’s not a hindrance it’s a help. I told you that woman is not one of our clan.”

“No. They are our clan.”

“what?”

“I have endured ten thousand nights in the name of Aragasa. If I abandon the one who alone has endured the insults poured on my clan simply because he is not of blood then Aragasa’s honor will be tarnished.”

“….”

Midiam was amazed at Azadin’s words.

‘It’s hard to explain in words but… I know one thing.’

Midiam as an Aragatha did not like the Hybris people very much. But when he saw the knights of Hybris pillaging and harassing the civilians and when they themselves were in danger he saw them flee Azadin said.

‘It is beautiful to protect the people of Hybris.’

At the time I thought it was a stupid idea. She was an Etar. She was a noble among the heralds so it was considered pitiful that other nobles could not fulfill their noble duties.

But at this moment seeing Azadin struggle to keep a vow that he doesn’t have to keep and still pursue his own aesthetics… I found it beautiful.

‘I will not turn away from those who have suffered insults in the name of Aragasa even if we are not related by blood.’

Not just a false sense of pride and honor to appease the ghosts of the dead…

In the sight of someone sincerely trying to achieve pride and honor Medium felt a sublime aesthetic. However in this day and age aesthetics are a laughing stock. Calypso and her subordinates simply laughed.

“Aragasa’s honor is determined by someone like you? The biggest fool in the clan?”

Azadin shook his head.

“No matter what you say I won’t duel. Get out. I’m busy.”

Azadin said so and turned towards Midiam and Ismail.

“You said this woman left a diary? Let’s find it. Once we find it those guys won’t have anything to give us.”

“Wait a minute. You punk! Are you going to ignore me? The information network of the Korasarr Peddler Guild is much better than that woman’s! You would never find them without my information. Duel!”

“The copy of the New King’s Book has already chosen me. No matter what you say the copy of the New King’s Book will not hang up.”

“Ugh…..”

Azadin knew exactly what Calypso wanted most. Ultimately these guys’ goal was to pick a fight with Azadin and steal a copy of the Book of the New King.

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“Okay good Azadin. You win. Duel me with a copy of the Book of the New King! If I win I’ll give it to you. If I lose… I’ll find the children of that woman who isn’t even a clan and free them from slavery and if possible take them to the sanctuary. How about that? Isn’t that a tempting offer?”

“Huh?”

Azadin was surprised to hear that.

“That’s definitely a bit harsh.”

“Hahaha. Really? Then you’re going to duel with the Shinwangjinseo at stake?”

“Hmm good. Then I’ll give you a special… copy of the New King’s Book. In return you must rescue the children of this woman who were disgraced and sold into slavery in the name of Aragasa and bring them to the sanctuary. You must also become their guardians and raise them to be great Aragasa. What do you think?”

“Oh? Okay. It’s not that difficult.”

Calypso was delighted when Azadin showed signs of agreeing to a duel. Now she could legally take the copy of the Book of the New King from Azadin. She was delighted to see Azadin as a joke.

‘Even though he was trained by the mysterious elder Kazas isn’t this guy a fool known to the entire clan? I thought I was going to make a fuss by coming all this way but it turned out well. My opponent was such an idiot.’

Calypso never thought that she would lose.

Isn’t that right? Azadin is someone the entire clan treats as an idiot. It was unimaginable that Azadin would challenge him to a duel and lose.

“Then what should we do? Should we start formally from a hundred paces away?”

“No it’s annoying. Do it right now. The only thing you’re going to bet on anyway is the Shinwangjinseo and this. It’s not like you’re going to bet on rank or anything else so let’s keep it simple.”

“Oh? Okay I understand.”

At that moment.

-Bam!

Calypso’s head fell to the ground with a loud crash.

“That’s it. Keep your promise.”

Azadin snorted and withdrew his hand.

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“omg?!”

Maya the parish priest of the King’s Church Salasma opened her eyes in surprise.

“Ugh…..”

There was no place on her body that was not sore. She had clearly cast her only attack magic the Smite of Heavenly Punishment and was caught in it causing her to blow herself up in a grand way.

The divine strike itself doesn’t do any damage to the knights of the King’s Church but the problem is the shockwave that explodes when the power is released. She was caught in that shockwave and passed out.

“What happened?”

I looked around. I should be dead by now since I passed out while fighting the undead but I was currently in a small carriage. It was a space that felt too realistic to be the afterlife or heaven.

“Okay.”

“Ugh…..”

The siblings Kaka and Chiko were also seen opening their eyes and getting up.

“Oh you’re awake.”

The man driving the carriage was relieved.

“What happened?”

“That’s it.”

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The members of the Korasarr Babu Merchant Guild were proud that although they were servants they were in fact the real power behind the messenger clan.

Behind them was the Saban family one of the five founding families of the Herald Clan and unlike the Heralds who just went around spending money they were actually earning money and with that money they were able to hire mercenaries buy land and live without any regrets.

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But the medium scratched their pride.

‘If you are a servant do not dare to talk back to the messenger.’

It would be a huge insult to do it alone but the person being spoken to was Midiam of the Ethar family the rival of the Saban family. And the messenger was none other than Azadin.

Azadin is the son of the traitor Acre. He is the one responsible for scattering the copy of the Book of the New King which the entire Herald Clan had worked hard to obtain with much bloodshed across the Heart Mountains of the World. He is the great traitor of Aragatha.

Although the child cannot be held accountable Azadin’s subsequent helplessness earned him the hatred of many and his deformed appearance without eyes alone was abhorred by all.

You want me to treat that guy like a messenger?

Angered by this they contacted the messenger Calypso who happened to be nearby.

The messenger Calypso. He was a wise messenger who knew well the money and power of the Saban family and maintained good relations with them. But…

-dump!

That Calypso was knocked out by a light punch from Azadin. No the punch is just an assumption. In fact the other servants didn’t even see what Azadin did.

Calypso fell with just a light wave of Azadin’s hand even though she was out of reach.

‘Huh? It’s not within arm’s reach?’

‘Did you have a hidden weapon?’

It took a while for everyone to come to their senses.

“Okay then keep your promise.”

“Oh wait a minute!”

“Surprise attack!”

I wanted to argue that it was a surprise attack but it would be a disgrace for the Emperor’s messenger to be surprised and lose and it would also be a disgrace to be poisoned.

“How dare you insist on a duel right in front of me agree on the method and method and then claim it was a surprise attack? Do you really intend to tarnish the honor of the messenger Calypso?”

Medium was openly complaining.

“No it was a surprise attack.”

Azadin admitted that it was a surprise attack.

“It was a surprise attack so I knocked him down in one blow without any aftereffects. If you hit him wrong his face will be blown off.”

“….”

Midiam and Ismail knew that Azadin was not joking but was serious. Calypso was lucky that she was taken by surprise and was knocked out cleanly but if she had fought properly and been hit by Azadin she would have suffered permanent damage.

“No don’t be so bold…”

“uh?”

The servants who had thought that Azadin was bluffing noticed something strange in the atmosphere as they watched Midiam and Ismail’s expressions become more cautious.

“Okay then everyone in the Korasaru Bobusang Guild! Hand over the data!”

“Are you talking about data?”

“okay.”

“No I didn’t bring it because I couldn’t even imagine it would be like that.”

“….”

Then Ismail brought a small wooden box from inside the warehouse.

“Is this it?”

“where….”

Inside were umbilical cords wrapped in bandages with the dates of birth and the names of the merchants they had been sold to written on them.

“Is this correct?”

“Yes that’s right.”

“Looking at this reminds me of something. Roughly speaking….”

The members of the Korasaar Peddler’s Guild recalled and roughly wrote down what happened to the children who were sold away.

Even if these children were mistaken for being a messenger clan it was not easy to keep slaves in a big city so they were sold as slaves to villages frequented by merchants with trading records in the countryside.

“It’s surprisingly close.”

“Yes. The knights of the King’s Church wouldn’t tolerate Aragasa being enslaved so if you exclude the major cities where they frequently appear well… it’s similar. You can’t sell slaves so openly.”

“Okay. Then should we start taking care of the injured?”

Azadin looked at the Kaka Chiko siblings Tarki and the chief officer Meiya. They were all injured and in poor health.

Tarki was hit head-on by the bear’s charge but fortunately he was not seriously injured as he was wearing full plate armor. However he was knocked unconscious from the impact.

“Hmm.”

Azadin focused on his eyesight. His eyesight had a peculiar quality: the farther away he looked the narrower the angle of view became and the closer he looked the wider the angle of view became until he could see all around 360 degrees.

If you concentrate you can see right under the skin.

“There’s some internal bleeding but no fractures. I’m okay.”

Azadin also looked at the siblings Kaka and Chico. The siblings were unconscious and gasping for breath. The problem was that the spear had been pushed back in the collision with the bear and struck their stomachs. The injuries of the lightly armored men were more serious than those of Tarki who had been blown away with a vengeance.

“I guess I won’t die though. It’ll take a while to get completely better though.”

Azadin then looked at Meiya. Meiya was physically fine but her mind was in trouble. She had been caught up in the explosion of sacred magic and had blown herself up in a grand way.

‘Don’t the knights of the King’s Church systematically teach sacred magic to immediately raise their fighting power but first focus on teaching a few that fit their specialties? Thanks to that this girl was able to use the Heavenly Strike at close range without using any other magic. If there had been other sacred magic in the warehouse she could have destroyed it without a weapon.’

As Azadin examined Maya’s wounds Ismail asked.

“Is it really necessary to keep the paladin alive?”

“I killed this girl’s father too… I don’t want to wipe out my family for no reason. And if I kill the paladin the others will ask questions. Are you going to kill them all too?”

If he killed the paladin he would have to explain himself to the Kaka and Chico siblings or kill them as well but Azadin who had faith in the Trinity Archangel did not want to see unnecessary bloodshed as much as possible.

So we decided to keep them alive and transport them using the carriages of the Corasar Peddler Guild.