Night of the Soulless Heathens – 41



#41. Curse of Service 3

Azadin grabbed the villagers and asked them.

“Have you seen a girl who is about eight years old? She has black hair and dark skin. She must have been brought in from the Telbarin Guild. There are rumors that she is a messenger clan….”

When Azadin asked that question the villagers were astonished at the accuracy of the information.

“We don’t know…”

“Shut up and blow you lowly creatures!”

Tarki who was usually of no help at all was useful in this situation. When Tarki the knight shouted everyone was silent and told him.

“The person who mainly deals with the Telvarin Guild is our village’s baker.”

“Do you see the chimney over there? That’s the house.”

Because the information was detailed and there was a threat from Tarki the location could be found right away.

“So what do we do now?”

Ismail asked.

“We should go to the bakery and negotiate peacefully. Fortunately the child is still eight years old.”

You can ask them to do simple housework but you can’t really commit any serious mental abuse.

That’s what I thought.

“What’s going on?”

The man coming out of the large warehouse was holding a whip.

“Huh? Sir?”

As Tarki barged in the owner hid his whip behind his back. Inside the building were many children all of them with sunken eyes from malnutrition and the look of exhaustion from hard labor.

“What brings you here?”

“Hey are you looking for someone like this?”

When Tarki turned around Azadin told him about his appearance age etc.

“Why are you looking for it?”

“Oh! What are you going to do if you know?”

“Oh actually that child is dead.”

“What? Then what about those kids?”

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Tarki pointed to the other children.

“They are orphans. They have no place to go so I take them in as a local supporter and raise them giving them jobs and such.”

“Is that so?”

Tarki had nothing more to say and looked at Azadin behind him. Azadin frowned at the sight of the children.

“How was the child’s funeral?”

Azadin’s voice was filled with anger.

“Are you talking about a funeral? Why on earth are you asking such a thing?”

“Tarki.”

“yes.”

At that moment Tarki drove his knee into his master’s abdomen.

“Ugh!”

“I came to find the child because the parents and the higher-ups had a promise. At the very least I need to know where the funeral was held. If the funeral was held I will know the location so stop making such nonsense.”

“Uh… I actually just threw it in the river.”

“In the river? Are you in your right mind?”

In a world where the dead forget death and come back to life not giving a proper funeral and throwing a child into the river was the perfect thing to do to create many cursed people.

But it doesn’t seem like a lie. This man took children and made them work while abusing them. When the children died he would just dump them in the river when the water level was high or when it rained heavily.

“Hmm… what would you like to do?”

Ismail looked on with amusement as if things were going well. What would happen when Azadin’s tolerance mercy compassion and sense of justice met the difficult walls of reality? Ismail wanted to see Azadin frustrated.

“Is this how he usually is?”

Azadin asked Midiam.

“Hmm well? I don’t think it was like this originally.”

Medium said this while clinging close to Azadin. Ismail could not help but whine even more because his yearning for favor was so painful.

“If you kill this person what will you do with the children here? Are you sure you’re not going to save them all even though they’re not even our clan? Besides this author is dealing with the Telvarin Guild anyway. If you entrust the children here to the Korasaar Peddler’s Guild there will inevitably be a conflict with the Telvarin Guild and I don’t think the Guild will do anything about it.”

Ismail was a child but he was smart enough to do this. Otherwise he would not have been able to leave the sanctuary to work with Midiam.

In the selection process you have to get enough grades to become a future messenger in order to become a servant. He is here because he was highly evaluated in martial arts academic knowledge and intuition compared to other children his age and Ismail was currently assessing the situation quite coolly.

If we don’t rescue these children and just kill their master it could be a disaster for the children. But if we just leave them alone the man will abuse the children as he always has.

“This is a problem that cannot be solved with just a sense of justice or sympathy. Azadin Ja please show us your wisdom and teach a novice like me.”

As Ismail was complaining Tarki stepped in and started beating his master again.

“Oh you little punk. Our brother swore to protect that kid and you think that sworn oath is bullshit? You think of him as a kid and throw him away? Today is the day you get beaten up.”

Tarki beats his master excitedly.

“Eww! Oww! Save me!”

“When did I become your older brother?”

Azadin soon began to feel a sense of rejection towards Tarki who was secretly pretending to be friendly with him.

“Don’t worry brother. You can take the children here to my mother’s house. We need a lot of servants. At least the environment is much better than here.”

“Oh no by what authority do you have….”

Even though the master said so Tarki kicked him in the jaw with his foot.

“Ouch!”

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“….”

Surprisingly Tarki proved his usefulness.

“Oh my god. This is what it means to say that even horse dung has its uses.”

Medium was impressed by Tarki’s fiery proof of worth.

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Azadin and his men beat up the furnace owner and made him sign a statement that he had sold the Telvarin Guild and the children. They then decided to take the children and went to the nearby Korathar Peddler’s Guild.

The idea was to send the children to the mansion of Baroness Norte Tarki’s mother through the distribution network of the peddlers’ association.

“But what happens to my promise with Calypso? I even made her swear an oath?”

“Well let’s check if there are any children who are not on the list and be satisfied with sending the Aragasa children to the sanctuary.”

“That’s too bad. You should spread the rumor that we dueled and take away my position as the 106th Commander.”

“I don’t care about status. It doesn’t make me more money either.”

“But won’t it be beneficial when you get married later?”

If a person from a lowly family in Aragasa were to rise to a high rank as a messenger he would inevitably be scouted by a prestigious family and enter into a political marriage with them.

Since it was a ladder of social advancement permitted to the Herald Clan everyone was obsessed with climbing the hierarchy. However Azadin’s attitude was indifferent.

“Are you talking about marriage? I haven’t thought about it yet.”

“Huh? Really?”

Azadin and Midiam were walking along having this conversation. Ismail was thrilled by how friendly they were.

But then in the town square the caravan of the peddlers’ association men repairing the carriage wheels discovered Azadin and jumped up.

“Azadin?!”

“hmm?”

Azadin looked at the merchants who recognized him and wondered.

“Oh so….”

“Callibre.”

“It’s Adan. Don’t you even know what your seniors look like? They treated you so cutely?”

Then the medium who was watching snickered.

“Even though you’re my senior you’re not a messenger or a servant.”

“Ha. I guess you don’t know yet.”

Adan glared at Azadin snorting.

“What’s wrong Calibre? Adan?”

“What happened!”

“This is an order from your superiors to arrest and send you away!”

“Huh? Superior?”

Azadin shrugged.

“Are you drunk in broad daylight? Are you on drugs?”

“No this is not a joke Azadin. Your position as herald has been suspended.”

“No that’s fine. Why are you explaining this? Just catch him.”

“Okay if we catch you we’ll be the messengers.”

“….”

Azadin felt embarrassed as he looked at his seniors who were confidently drawing their weapons in the middle of the street.

It is true that the Emperor’s voice has begun to be inaudible. But that is dismissal? And exile?

‘What on earth is going on? Well you can ask them.’

It must have been really urgent since they were pulling out their weapons in the village not even on the street.

“So you’re saying you’re going to arrest me and pull out your swords in the middle of the village to be my messenger?”

“Yeah you little punk!”

“I don’t know how you managed to become a messenger despite being so incompetent but….”

“You are no longer a messenger. You are relieved of your position as messenger.”

“We’ll take you and bring you back…”

“….”

Azadin stood there blankly for a moment before turning his gaze absentmindedly. His head turned towards his two seniors.

“I guess I should hear the details from you guys?”

“Hahaha. Did you forget Azadin?”

“Have you forgotten that we used to beat you up every day?”

“Don’t you remember when you were little you got beaten by us and cried?”

“Then then. I remember everything. I also remember you guys covering my face saying that my lower body looked like Arael’s and forcibly kissing me on the mouth. It was a really dirty memory.”

Since Azadin is Arael’s twin when he wears the falcon mask his lower body resembles Arael’s. Now that his secondary sexual characteristics have been completed the two are different but when they were children Azadin and Arael looked similar except for the fact that they had no eyes.

So I was bullied a lot because of that too….

“Oh shit. I remember it even though I said it myself. It’s disgusting. You guys are going to get in trouble.”

Azadin was indignant at his seniors who bragged about bullying him but they always seemed to see him as they were when he was a child.

“Haha. The liver is out of the stomach!”

“Thanks to Elder Kazas I got the position of messenger!”

“Let’s go!”

Celebre and Adan simultaneously drew their swords and rushed at Azadin.

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The attacks by Calibre and Adan were by no means easy.

All members of the Herald Clan receive basic training to become Heralds when they turn eight years old. This basic training alone is extremely intense and contains the wisdom of the Herald Clan.

Among them those who stand out the most compete for the 108 positions of herald so even if they were talented if there were no vacancies in their generation many people were unlucky and could not even get a job.

Calibre and Adan were also such skilled people. But…

Unfortunately their attacks did not work on Azadin. Azadin caught the sharp blade with his gloved hand.

-Thump!

The sword locked into Azadin’s hand as if it had always been there.

“Ugh?!”

The knife does not fall out.

“This kid!”

“shit.”

Celebre and Adan made a pact and concentrated their minds to cast the spell. At that moment Azadin’s hand shook.