CH 54

“A coup d’etat? What happened to the holy knights?”

In Storia, there must have been holy knights whom ordinary knights could not match even if they were all together. Would the coup be successful with such a group?.

No, I heard about it, but the only Holy Knight who I actually fought was that man called Londi. I don’t know how strong he is among the holy knights, but if there are many of them, isn’t it tough?

“Yes. That’s why more than half of the Holy Knights, including the Holy Knight Commander Raizen, participated in the coup d’état. At the same time that the Storia high-ups gathered at the cathedral, the Holy Knights escorting them suddenly drew their swords and overpowered the cathedral. It all happened so fast.”

So all those bigwigs have been executed. So now we have a situation where illegal slaver fuckers like Zanis are in danger.

But the coup d’état by the Holy Knights Commander, huh….

“You speak as if you had seen it firsthand.”

“Come on. What do you think?

…He still smells shady. However, as an informant, this guy is top-notch.

“…Well, it doesn’t matter what happens to Storia. More importantly, tell me more about the current situation of this bastard called Zanis, who is trying to escape from that country.”

“He is moving to this country with as much of his personal wealth as he can carry at the moment.”

Oh?

“It’s a very convenient story if it’s a coincidence. Are there children in that ‘private property’?”

“It’s included. Or rather, the main thing is the children. The hero’s family is his trump card.”

In other words, Zanis knows that the hero Ares came to this city. And…

“Is the coup d’état related to the hero?”

“Well, that’s probably one of the reasons. It’s easy to understand as a just cause.”

If that is the case, it means that even if I wait, they will come to me.

Shall we wait then? No, no. Since you’ve come all the way to this town… it would be rude if we don’t welcome you properly, wouldn’t it? Kukukuku…

“I see. I understand.”

“Are you satisfied?”

“Oh”

Saying that, I hand over the remaining 200 gold coins.

“Yes, certainly. I look forward to seeing you again.”

Saying that, I called out to the informant who was about to turn his back and leave.

“Hey informant”

“yes?”

“There’s one more piece of information I want—”

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“…suffer in hell forever, you piece of garbage.”

A dark-haired young man looks down at the corpse lying in the dimly lit room.

(…The greedy spider that tore us apart was destroyed, the heroes were finished, the slaver was finished with this one, sister Aria… we avenged her.)

A young man leaves the room while putting his sword in its scabbard. The young man was about to leave the mansion, but on the way, he happened to discover a hidden passageway.

Thinking that perhaps there are still slaves alive ahead, the young man descends the stairs at the end of the passageway, relying on a small light he has created with his magic.

At the end of that staircase leading to the basement was a prison, and at the far end of it were several skeletonized corpses. All of them were probably children, judging by their size… The bodies were lying on the cold ground, as if snuggled up to each other.

Seeing the corpses of such children, the young man gritted his teeth.

(What the hell did these kids do… What the hell did we do? We were just huddled together, living off each other.)

The young man unconsciously overlaps his own circumstances with those children. A small happiness that was suddenly taken away from him that day, never to return.

I can not forgive this. There is no excuse for such absurdity.

A young man walking away with his back turned.

I know that revenge will not bring back what I have lost. I just want those who have taken from others to experience the sorrow, pain, and despair of being deprived.

The dry, cracked hearts can only be moistened by their blood.