Night of the Soulless Heathens – 499



#500. Night of the Soulless Unbeliever 11

Passing through the gardens filled with purebred hunting dogs and flowering chrysanthas corridors and greenhouses filled with luxuries and works of art from all over the world Ismail arrived at the back garden of the Etar Mansion.

In the middle of that sponsorship a girl was sleeping.

Training swords dummies various equipment and targets were scattered around in a mess.

Ismail gritted his teeth as he looked at the training ground’s equipment.

It’s not fair.

If you can train in such a blessed environment you are already on the same level.

Is this the gap between the five major families of the Jeonryong clan and their servants?

In addition the messenger clan’s magic book Flower Bird Wind and Moon is a version interpreted by Harconia the female leader.

Because it was interpreted by a woman it is more adaptable to the female body.

If the skills are the same women are better at using magic books.

Considering the advantage of being a woman in this training ground the skills of this Etar girl are likely to be beyond imagination.

But Ismail vowed never to give up.

And then the girl woke up.

“Yeah. You’re Seodong? That’s unexpected. What are your parents thinking? Attaching a male Seodong to your cute youngest daughter. What if there’s gossip?”

Ismail was also often called an old man.

But this girl was also quite an old woman.

Ismail was intrigued by the remark which took into account the public opinion and gossip between men and women at an age when secondary sexual characteristics had not yet appeared.

And most of all I was captivated by the girl’s gorgeous blonde hair.

Until now Ismail had ridiculed the passion of boys his age for having romantic relationships with girls of the same age.

Anyway for the messenger clan what’s important is obtaining a high position and free love is a luxury.

In a world where your spouse is determined by your position what does it matter who you love?

Rather than wasting your energy on such useless things you should quickly build up your skills surpass your competitors obtain a higher position and secure a good spouse.

Ismail was the one who thought and lived that way.

But I couldn’t help but admire the vitality and beauty of the girl in front of me.

“I am Midiam Etar. Who are you?”

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“This is Ismail.”

“Yeah. Hmm. I guess you have some skills right?”

The girl burst into laughter.

And then in the next moment a training sword was stuck in front of Ismail’s feet.

The sword which had a blunt tip that made it impossible to penetrate bare skin even if stabbed dug a hand’s length into the dirt.

Even though she is a messenger it is not a skill that a young girl can display.

“yes?”

“Listen. Let’s compete. We need to make it clear who is superior and who is inferior so that we can deal with each other more easily in the future.”

Ismail was taken aback by the girl’s bold request.

“Or what? You came to me without asking or questioning to be loyal? If you’re that stupid I don’t need you. If you want to be my vassal you have to be someone who is confident that I’m superior in terms of ability whether you’re a daughter of the Etar bloodline or something.”

“Are you serious?”

“Of course. So are you going to do it or not? If you don’t want to do it you can go back. You won’t be caught for this.”

The medium gave Ismail no choice.

Ismail pulled out his training sword and stood in front of Medium.

It is dangerous to hurt a daughter of the Etar clan in a place where only the two of you are present without an instructor present.

That alone might get you killed.

Not just him but his entire family as well.

But Ismail decided to trust the vitality and heat radiating from the girl before his eyes.

‘At least I don’t think he’ll start crying and complaining about losing.’

Ismail was also burning with a sense of victory.

And as a result Ismail was defeated by Midiam.

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Although Ismail had no rivals among his peers the place he lived in was a village for servants.

Medium’s training volume education level and talent were by no means ordinary so he was defeated without being able to compete with them.

Ismail even felt relieved by the vast difference in skill level.

“You’re quite the person. Well I guess you’re trying to make me your subordinate. I think you’ll be able to be a messenger to that extent.”

Medium was amazed by Ismail’s skills.

“But if you’ve been marked as my messenger they won’t let you be their messenger.”

“Yes I know.”

“But don’t worry. If you follow me I won’t waste you on something like Seodong. I’ll give you a position that matches your abilities. I want to become the leader of a clan like Harkonia! When that happens you’ll become the leader’s confidant!”

The girl boldly declared that she would be the leader and told them to follow her.

At that moment Ismail burst into laughter.

He was the type of person who rarely smiled.

But this girl seemed to him as bright as the sun and her vitality and warmth made Ismail smile.

Ismail fell in love with her from then on.

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After that Ismail grew up as Midiam’s assistant and helped her.

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It was nice to be able to spend time with my beloved Medium and to escape my slave mentality-driven family.

And it was even better that we could use the training grounds of Midiam together and study knowledge magic and martial arts thanks to the consideration of the Etar bloodline.

As a result his skills which were already outstanding compared to his peers developed even further and his body developed even more as he entered puberty.

The advantages of the Harconian Sea for women and the advantages of greater size and strength canceled out each other and at some point Ismail felt that he had become slightly stronger than Medium.

But Ismail no longer challenged Midiam.

She was his master and object of admiration.

I didn’t want to take on the challenge myself and add a shadow to her bright smile.

Of course Medium wouldn’t be as shady as a defeat in sparring but the boy wanted to block even that slight possibility.

That much he loved Midiam and Midiam loved Ismail at least as a family member and friend.

“Have you heard the rumor? It seems that Azadin from Muan has become a messenger. Isn’t that the person who is known to be incompetent?”

“How did that become a messenger?”

“Rumor has it that Elder Kazas had a strong influence on you? He must have played a major role in the study of Nether magic.”

“Hmm. Well that could be the case. A lot of the messengers have been retiring recently.”

The messengers of the messenger clan retire from active service when they reach the age of marriage and get married and start a family.

After that those who worked in the stores run by the five major families or those who were lucky and had good bloodlines became elders and managed the messenger clan in the Senate.

When filling in the empty spots left by those who have died while performing a mission there are times when someone who doesn’t fit the spot ends up filling in.

“So Ismail shall we challenge Azadin of Muan?”

“Yes? Is he in the sanctuary?”

“But why don’t we just go to his workplace and challenge him to a duel?”

Ismail was momentarily taken aback.

“Why? Even if it’s Azadin from Muan it’s a bit much for us who are still trainees to challenge it…”

“There’s no legal problem with that. In fact Arael challenged the existing messenger and took his place.”

“That is a special case. We would not be permitted to leave the sanctuary without permission and challenge a messenger on duty to a duel.”

A duel between heralds for position was a good opportunity for one to prove that he was the superior herald.

As a herald clan that pursues endless competition such duels are something to be encouraged.

However this should not interfere with the mission of the messenger.

Now these bloody bloody trainees dare to take the active-duty messenger lightly and challenge him? It will not be tolerated.

“But you want to become a messenger quickly? If I become a messenger won’t our Ismail also be able to become a messenger soon?”

“No that’s….”

“Surely I should lose to Azadin of Muan?”

“That’s true but Elder Kazas is behind it. Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Hey if that’s the case then there’s the Etar bloodline behind me? It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Medium assured her but Ismail looked at her and thought.

‘Ah I’m going to get in big trouble for this later.’

The family members who are steeped in slave mentality will definitely be very angry.

How could you a guy who was supposed to be helping the young lady do something so dangerous?

But when I thought about it that way I wanted to do it.

And perhaps Ismail will regret his choice that day for the rest of his life.

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I met Azadin.

A monster born from a curse that is ridiculed by all the messenger clans of Muan Azadin.

But even without eyes he could see things and strangely enough was a man of faith.

He believed in the faith of the Knights of Salvation and was not intimidated at all and Midiam was gradually being drawn to Azadin.

Ismail could only watch helplessly.

To Midiam Ismail was like a real brother. He was never considered a man of the opposite sex.

How disappointed would she be if she found out that the person she considered her brother had some kind of desire for her?

For fear of disappointing her Ismail killed his own aspirations and killed them again.

But in the meantime another man appeared.

He is not her servant like Ismail.

I have no interest in the name or wealth of the Etar clan.

For Medium it was the first time he had encountered an equal of the opposite sex.

It’s unfair.

If he had not been born into a servant family he could have met Medium as an equal.

No that’s an impossible assumption.

If I hadn’t been born into a servant family I would never have met Medium.

The reason Medium is attracted to Azadin is not simply because he is an equal man.

Azadin was a messenger clan that was not like the messenger clan because the faith of the Knights of Salvation was too strong and that captured the heart of Midiam.

Even though he was a traitor who was hostile to all of the messenger clan and had no eyes Midiam loved Azadin.

Ismail could only watch.

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Midiam became another man’s wife and became the emperor’s concubine a position that no one dared to challenge.

Ismail decided to give up on her and live on burying his old passion.

But an unfulfilled first love is like a burning coal hidden in a pile of ashes and although it may not burn brightly it contains enough heat to cause a burn.

When Ismail picked up Midiam he felt a burning pain.

It’s such a sweet and bitter pain. But this is not the time to enjoy that complicated and subtle pain.

The undead are coming.

Although he has rescued Medium the situation is hopeless. The comrades who brought him up here are in danger.

The undead of the Fimbul Horde were advancing.