“I really hate torture.”
Murmured Abadd in front of the pot of boiling water.
“This is not the job of a knight. It would be better to cut his throat and be done.”
“It is not the duty of a knight to complain like this. Stop all this foolishness.”
Sidris approached him from behind and grabbed The Guide by the neck and dragged him towards the pot.
Sidris spoke to The Guide.
“As you can see, it’s not a big pot. If I push your head the water will overflow, if I push it in three times and all the water will have spilled out. So you have three chances.”
After three chances, The Guide had no choice but to put his face directly on the hot red cast iron pot.
Abadd spoke.
“After being soaked once, you’ll see how precious the other two opportunities are.”
“Is that so?”
Sidris took The Guide’s head to the cauldron. When the soldier waiting next to him hit The Guide ‘s back with the tip of the spear, his head went straight into the boiling water.
“Ugh!”
The Guide groaned. However, with the spear firmly pressing on the head, he couldn’t get out of the pot with his own strength.
With both his arms tied behind his back, resistance was impossible.
Abadd sat down in front of the cauldron and said in a carefree voice.
“You’re not going to die here but your eyes will boil, it doesn’t matter if you’re blind, but it’s hard to boil the brain.”
“Is it?”
Sidris also responded calmly and then winked at the guard. When the spear was lifted, The Guide lifted his head and collapsed onto the floor, with his face all red.
“Uh, uh……”
The Guide wriggled around like a very large worm.
Abadd tapped his foot with the back of his sword.
“Now there are two left. Oh, from the second time onwards, I’ll get something to use, to help you breathe. So then even if we leave you in the water for a long time, you won’t die from suffocation.”
Sidris gave the order.
“Go and get something to use to help him breathe so he can stay in the water for a long time.”
“All right.”
tuk tuk.
Abadd’s blade moved again.
“Are you in the mood to talk now?”
“Ugh….. cough, cough! What, what……want do you want to know…..?”
“Everything.”
The calmness disappeared from Abadd’s voice.
“From where you were born, to the number of shoes the group of people who live on this street have.”
The tip of Abadd’s sword pierced through The Guide ‘s heel where the arrow was still embedded. The Guide groaned.
“We’ll start with the family of Sir Mjab. The name of the family is Mjab, correct?”
“…….”
The Guide ‘s eyes rolled left and right.
It was a time to choose.
Would he keep the secrets of the Kemened Royal Family and cook like meat and then die, or would he give the Leshak Caliph the answers and save his life?
He wanted to live.
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Mjab was really there.
All the People of Mjab were those he had gathered.
The outcast, the runaways, the betrayed, the suffering, the ones whose purpose in life is revenge, and the ones who curse others……He picked up those who fell to the bottom of life, and made them his own. The organization that started like that, was passed down from generation to generation.
The Guide was recognized as the most useful among them.
Locations were very important for a guide. The People of Mjab, who hid endlessly in this slum, could not connect with the Mjab without The Guide .
The Guide was a position Mjab chose for himself, and in any case it was the only stepping stone to take his life that started at the bottom, to a better place.
It was in that same vein that he had advised to give up the life of the former Guide, who was imprisoned in the Lesha military camp, without a single thought.
He wanted to remain The Guide .
Only The Guide was able to connect with the Royal Family of Kemened. As long as the assassination of Leshak Caliph is successful, the Kemened Royal Family will not ignore The Guide .
After the war there would inevitably be a large-scale shift of status. That was the reason why he had to remain The Guide no matter what.
The Guide was desperately trying to create an answer in order to survive.
First of all, denying a relationship with the Royal Family of Kemened was the first priority.
Prince Laud’s army was secretly moving to Leshak’s military camp. Without Prince Leshak on the battlefield, they would die.
He had to buy more time, and keep him here as long as possible.
So that the Leshak’s army, without Leshak, would march toward defeat.
The Guide, who was brought in front of Leshak, spoke.
“The whole family died a while ago.”
The assassin was a skilled liar. The Guide was a man who could lie better than anyone on the street.
“Is everyone dead?”
The assassin lied again to Sidris’s distrusting face.
“After the fire…… There was nothing that could be done.”
The Guide did not know the exact circumstances of how Radan ended up staying at Leshak’s military camp.
All he could do was guess.
The rumors of Crown Prince Leshak having a new lover had already spread to the surrounding area. If the Blue Snake was lucky enough to be found after the assassination attempt, the Leshak Caliph would still believe the Blue Snake to be a prostitute.
That made it easier to lie.
The Guide glanced back at Prince Leshak.
He had difficulty reading the silent Prince’s expression. However, The Guide knew that Leshak loved his new lover. To the point where it made him reckless.
“The family…… they lived on the money earned by the blind son. But when the money ran out, it seemed that life wasn’t easy.”
”……. Do you mean that the fire was not an accident, that they wanted to take their lives?”
“I don’t know about that. All I know is that the house caught on fire, and the family is nowhere to be seen. It’s a house with a lot of debt, so it wouldn’t be surprising if someone set it on fire.”
“Then what is your relationship with the pimp?”
“That…..”
The Guide bit his lip in annoyance. It was a trivial thing to conjure a lie.
“Don’t even think about holding back.”
Abadd’s sword prodded him directly in his back. The Guide made a surprised expression, shook his head, and opened his mouth again.
“I am an elder of…….the organization I belong to.”
“Organization?”
“Therefore…… I manage the prostitutes and…….. the prostitutes who run away, I’m charged with bringing them back at any cost so….”
“Are you saying that you dressed up as a tailor to get your prostitute back?”
“I am only following orders. If that’s not the way it should be……… well, I was wrong, kill me!”
The Guide bowed down.
In the hole on the back of his hand where the arrow was freshly pulled out, there was an ugly tangle of blood and feathers from the pigeon.
In the meantime The Guide was worried about his hands and legs that were hit by the arrows. If his body was crippled, he could no longer act as a guide. Mjab will entrust the position of ‘The Guide’ to another assassin with a young and strong body.
No!
The Guide closed his eyes tightly.
Somehow he had to live……. So he could heal the wound………
Sneak.-
At that moment Leshak, who had been sitting silently, stood up. After having received the sword from Abadd, he approached without any warning and put it in the back of The Guide’s hand.
Puck!-
“Ahh…….. Ahhhh!”
The Guide, who had been worried about whether his hands were moving properly, or whether the wounds would heal, screamed.
“Ahh! Ahh! Why, why are you like this, My Lord! Why……..? What did I do wrong…….. Ahh!?”
Krrkkk!
As Leshak twisted the sword, he heard the sound of the blade scraping the bones.
“That’s a lie.”
His straight lips were twisted as well.
“What kind of pimp uses ciphertext to protect a a few coins earned from selling prostitutes?”
“It’s because His Highness doesn’t know! It’s not just a few coins……. !”
“Do you think pimps can speak Seti and Eukut? A language the Prince of Ibeden has never learned?”
“Hey, what……..”
The Guide’s face turned blue. The letter he was about to send by pigeon fell in front of his face.
“What did you write here?”
What was written was that the Leshak Caliph was not dead, and they should return to Kemened, and that it had not been confirmed whether the Blue Snake was alive or dead.
It was a ciphertext that could be used by any enemy spy who saw it.
The Guide’s eyes flickered like crazy.
There was no way to escape now that this was revealed.
No way…….. this can’t be.
The Guide caught himself shaking. It couldn’t be!
Only members of the organization could read that………
Prince Leshak’s smooth voice trampled the pulsating tension.
“Sidris.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
Leshak glanced at the ciphertext that had fallen on the floor.
“Take that and go to Radan. Ask him to read it for me as he did before.”
“What…….. what?”
The Guide ‘s face distorted. It was a look like his last remaining hopes were being destroyed and his last remaining expectations were being laid bare.
“What……damage…..,”
The Blue Snake had not failed the attempt to assassinate Prince Leshak. Instead, The Blue Snake was being comfortably held in Leshak’s arms while disguising his identity, and had even revealed the organization’s cipher text!
The Blue Snake, who had never learned to write, did that!
It was a betrayal by The Blue Snake!
“That’s……!”
The Guide was furious!
The Guide had endured having his hands and feet pierced and his face burned, all for the sake of the Kemened Royal Family! While The Blue Snake who was of that bloodline, had abandoned his Kin and Kingdom!
He now understood how Leshak’s forces were able to use a surprise attack this evening.
The Blue Snake sold this place out!
He was blinded by the Prince of an enemy country.
He has given into greed and has brought death to everyone on this street.
Leshak withdrew his sword from the back of The Guide’s hand and spoke to Abadd.
“I’ll give him one more opportunity. Unless he’s an idiot he’ll tell the truth before Sidris comes back with the answer.”
“I see, My Lord.”
Abadd grabbed The Guide and dragged him back to the cauldron.
The Guide suddenly raised his head and spoke to Leshak.
“The Leshak Caliph will die by a serpent’s bite.”
He wanted those words to be poisonous.
”…….. What?”
The look of astonishment flickered across the eyes of everyone surrounding The Guide. His face was filled with venomous spite.
“The blue-eyed snake will gnaw the heart of the Caliph.”
Hey!
Abadd’s blade pierced the skin under The Guide’s chin.
“What do you mean!?”
The Guide’s eyes did not leave Leshak. The person who should be poisoned was Prince Leshak.
“The Leshak Caliph brought the snake that would kill him into his bed with his own hands. Not knowing that the prostitute who was wrapping his legs around him so smoothly was actually an assassin called The Blue Snake.”
“What does that mean?”
The Guide did not shut his mouth even though the blade was digging into his flesh.
There was no way he could survive now that The Blue Snake had betrayed him. As long as he knew he was going to die, it didn’t matter to him what direction of the war took.
Whether Leshak Caliph killed the Kemened, or Kemened’s Blue Serpent devoured his heart before that, it was out of his hands now.
He will die here.
All he could do now was to spray a little more poison on the Leshak Caliph who was going to take his life.
“The reason the Kemened Royal Family raised the Blue Snake was to assassinate the Leshak Caliph. All the previous assassinations were just steps towards that purpose. He would have been sweeter than any prostitute. The smile, the warm body to heat your bed, was honed to kill the Leshak Caliph…… ”
The tongue that was spewing out poison, stopped.
A sword came up to his lips. It moved without any hesitation, and separated The Guide’s head from his body.
Snap, thump. –
The head fell to the floor.
The lips alone didn’t know that they had died, and spat out blood.
Sliding. Thud! –
The guide’s corpse fell.
A fresh drop of blood fell on the two pieces of horribly shattered corpse. It was the blood flowing from Leshak’s hand. It was a wound that was created in the process of taking Abadd’s sword and cutting the Guide.
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“Your……Highness.”
Sidris managed to call him.
Leshak stepped on the head of the corpse and turned around. There was the sound of blood and flesh being smashed beneath his feet.
Leshak gave orders with a face devoid of emotion, as though what had just been crushed wasn’t a human head, but the words he uttered.
“Send someone to Veroz.”
“Your Majesty?”
Leshak turned his back quickly.
The place where Leshak turned and headed towards was the cage that housed the homing pigeons. There were eighteen birds, including crows and pigeons.
Leshak spoke after checking the number of birds.
“Mark them. Use a mark that is conspicuous even from a distance. Tell Veroz to chase after the marked birds. Wherever the bird goes, you will know where to find the Kemened. But you can’t trust everything the spy says. It should be borne in mind that it could be a country other than Kemened. Reorganize the reconnaissance team. We start over from scratch.”
“Your Majesty.”
Leshak glanced up at the night sky.
Today was the rise of the bloody moon. It was an ominous night that even those who couldn’t sleep were forced themselves to, anyhow.
“It must not be because of the bloody moon, I don’t want Veroz to come crying because he missed a bird in the middle. We don’t know which bird is going where, so we follow the markings.”
“Your Majesty!”
Sidris impatiently called out to Leshak.
“….. What’s going on?”
“That…… ”
Sidris bit his lip.
Leshak had a face like he had no idea what the problem was.
So Sidris couldn’t help but ask.
“Majesty. If that is the case, then the Sir Mjab,”
The word Mjab, which came out of nowhere, became a thorn.
That wasn’t his real name. Radan was an assassin, not a prostitute. Everything about him was a lie.
So he wanted to asked him,
Is Your Majesty okay now? He wondered if the heart of His Majesty, who received a lie when he gave his true love in return, is okay now.
“Checking on him is the first priority. The spy is dead, so he has the rest of the clues. Rather than chasing after a bird, it’s better to check that first ”
“Is that so?”
Leshak’s eyes glared at Sidris.
Sidris took a step back without realizing it. His eyes were strange. Maybe it was because of the red moon shining, but his eyes looked red too.
“Radan is irrelevant.”
“Your Majesty,”
“He didn’t kill me, Radan is not an assassin.”
Sidris took yet another step backwards.
His eyes were red, like it’s not normal.
“It will continue to lead. Don’t take any more steps for me again.”
Leshak was not normal.
It was wrong to cut off the spy’s throat. When he opened his mouth again, he would have still said more.
He killed such a person at once. By doing so, he stopped him from speaking out again.
He wasn’t sure, was that really what Leshak Caliph would do?
“Move quickly. The enemy has been on the move long before us.”
Leshak staggered past Sidris and stepped forward.
Looking at his back from behind was never something to fear, but it looked different today.
It was like using…….. force.
He wouldn’t believe it, noy a word.
Sidris quickly shook his head and suppressed his anxious heart.
He hoped it was not the case. He hoped it was his anxiety that he had misjudged Leshak.
Leshak’s judgment was never wrong. He must have made the right decision now. They were at war right now. The Kemened Army was moving right now and they didn’t know where, that was the biggest problem.
Radan, who stayed in the barracks, was isolated. He would not have known that someone had talked about who he was. It was not too late to investigate Radan.
Leshak ‘s judgment was right, Sidris believed that!
Even after it turns out that Radan is indeed the assassin called the Blue Serpent, Leshak will make the right decision.
The kindness he has bestowed on Radan so far was for a pitiful prostitute. It was never intended for the Unknown Assassin.
If necessary, Leshak will don the mask of a relentless ruler and withdraw his warmth then. He was a monarch who could do that, so he served him with loyalty, with his life.
“I see…… All right, My Lord.”
Sidris quickly followed Leshak’s back and matched with speed. A bloody halo was increasing his shadow bit by bit through the darkness.
-Bloody Moon, End of Volume 1
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“I really hate torture.”
Murmured Abadd in front of the pot of boiling water.
“This is not the job of a knight. It would be better to cut his throat and be done.”
“It is not the duty of a knight to complain like this. Stop all this foolishness.”
Sidris approached him from behind and grabbed The Guide by the neck and dragged him towards the pot.
Sidris spoke to The Guide.
“As you can see, it’s not a big pot. If I push your head the water will overflow, if I push it in three times and all the water will have spilled out. So you have three chances.”
After three chances, The Guide had no choice but to put his face directly on the hot red cast iron pot.
Abadd spoke.
“After being soaked once, you’ll see how precious the other two opportunities are.”
“Is that so?”
Sidris took The Guide’s head to the cauldron. When the soldier waiting next to him hit The Guide ‘s back with the tip of the spear, his head went straight into the boiling water.
“Ugh!”
The Guide groaned. However, with the spear firmly pressing on the head, he couldn’t get out of the pot with his own strength.
With both his arms tied behind his back, resistance was impossible.
Abadd sat down in front of the cauldron and said in a carefree voice.
“You’re not going to die here but your eyes will boil, it doesn’t matter if you’re blind, but it’s hard to boil the brain.”
“Is it?”
Sidris also responded calmly and then winked at the guard. When the spear was lifted, The Guide lifted his head and collapsed onto the floor, with his face all red.
“Uh, uh……”
The Guide wriggled around like a very large worm.
Abadd tapped his foot with the back of his sword.
“Now there are two left. Oh, from the second time onwards, I’ll get something to use, to help you breathe. So then even if we leave you in the water for a long time, you won’t die from suffocation.”
Sidris gave the order.
“Go and get something to use to help him breathe so he can stay in the water for a long time.”
“All right.”
tuk tuk.
Abadd’s blade moved again.
“Are you in the mood to talk now?”
“Ugh….. cough, cough! What, what……want do you want to know…..?”
“Everything.”
The calmness disappeared from Abadd’s voice.
“From where you were born, to the number of shoes the group of people who live on this street have.”
The tip of Abadd’s sword pierced through The Guide ‘s heel where the arrow was still embedded. The Guide groaned.
“We’ll start with the family of Sir Mjab. The name of the family is Mjab, correct?”
“…….”
The Guide ‘s eyes rolled left and right.
It was a time to choose.
Would he keep the secrets of the Kemened Royal Family and cook like meat and then die, or would he give the Leshak Caliph the answers and save his life?
He wanted to live.
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Mjab was really there.
All the People of Mjab were those he had gathered.
The outcast, the runaways, the betrayed, the suffering, the ones whose purpose in life is revenge, and the ones who curse others……He picked up those who fell to the bottom of life, and made them his own. The organization that started like that, was passed down from generation to generation.
The Guide was recognized as the most useful among them.
Locations were very important for a guide. The People of Mjab, who hid endlessly in this slum, could not connect with the Mjab without The Guide .
The Guide was a position Mjab chose for himself, and in any case it was the only stepping stone to take his life that started at the bottom, to a better place.
It was in that same vein that he had advised to give up the life of the former Guide, who was imprisoned in the Lesha military camp, without a single thought.
He wanted to remain The Guide .
Only The Guide was able to connect with the Royal Family of Kemened. As long as the assassination of Leshak Caliph is successful, the Kemened Royal Family will not ignore The Guide .
After the war there would inevitably be a large-scale shift of status. That was the reason why he had to remain The Guide no matter what.
The Guide was desperately trying to create an answer in order to survive.
First of all, denying a relationship with the Royal Family of Kemened was the first priority.
Prince Laud’s army was secretly moving to Leshak’s military camp. Without Prince Leshak on the battlefield, they would die.
He had to buy more time, and keep him here as long as possible.
So that the Leshak’s army, without Leshak, would march toward defeat.
The Guide, who was brought in front of Leshak, spoke.
“The whole family died a while ago.”
The assassin was a skilled liar. The Guide was a man who could lie better than anyone on the street.
“Is everyone dead?”
The assassin lied again to Sidris’s distrusting face.
“After the fire…… There was nothing that could be done.”
The Guide did not know the exact circumstances of how Radan ended up staying at Leshak’s military camp.
All he could do was guess.
The rumors of Crown Prince Leshak having a new lover had already spread to the surrounding area. If the Blue Snake was lucky enough to be found after the assassination attempt, the Leshak Caliph would still believe the Blue Snake to be a prostitute.
That made it easier to lie.
The Guide glanced back at Prince Leshak.
He had difficulty reading the silent Prince’s expression. However, The Guide knew that Leshak loved his new lover. To the point where it made him reckless.
“The family…… they lived on the money earned by the blind son. But when the money ran out, it seemed that life wasn’t easy.”
”……. Do you mean that the fire was not an accident, that they wanted to take their lives?”
“I don’t know about that. All I know is that the house caught on fire, and the family is nowhere to be seen. It’s a house with a lot of debt, so it wouldn’t be surprising if someone set it on fire.”
“Then what is your relationship with the pimp?”
“That…..”
The Guide bit his lip in annoyance. It was a trivial thing to conjure a lie.
“Don’t even think about holding back.”
Abadd’s sword prodded him directly in his back. The Guide made a surprised expression, shook his head, and opened his mouth again.
“I am an elder of…….the organization I belong to.”
“Organization?”
“Therefore…… I manage the prostitutes and…….. the prostitutes who run away, I’m charged with bringing them back at any cost so….”
“Are you saying that you dressed up as a tailor to get your prostitute back?”
“I am only following orders. If that’s not the way it should be……… well, I was wrong, kill me!”
The Guide bowed down.
In the hole on the back of his hand where the arrow was freshly pulled out, there was an ugly tangle of blood and feathers from the pigeon.
In the meantime The Guide was worried about his hands and legs that were hit by the arrows. If his body was crippled, he could no longer act as a guide. Mjab will entrust the position of ‘The Guide’ to another assassin with a young and strong body.
No!
The Guide closed his eyes tightly.
Somehow he had to live……. So he could heal the wound………
Sneak.-
At that moment Leshak, who had been sitting silently, stood up. After having received the sword from Abadd, he approached without any warning and put it in the back of The Guide’s hand.
Puck!-
“Ahh…….. Ahhhh!”
The Guide, who had been worried about whether his hands were moving properly, or whether the wounds would heal, screamed.
“Ahh! Ahh! Why, why are you like this, My Lord! Why……..? What did I do wrong…….. Ahh!?”
Krrkkk!
As Leshak twisted the sword, he heard the sound of the blade scraping the bones.
“That’s a lie.”
His straight lips were twisted as well.
“What kind of pimp uses ciphertext to protect a a few coins earned from selling prostitutes?”
“It’s because His Highness doesn’t know! It’s not just a few coins……. !”
“Do you think pimps can speak Seti and Eukut? A language the Prince of Ibeden has never learned?”
“Hey, what……..”
The Guide’s face turned blue. The letter he was about to send by pigeon fell in front of his face.
“What did you write here?”
What was written was that the Leshak Caliph was not dead, and they should return to Kemened, and that it had not been confirmed whether the Blue Snake was alive or dead.
It was a ciphertext that could be used by any enemy spy who saw it.
The Guide’s eyes flickered like crazy.
There was no way to escape now that this was revealed.
No way…….. this can’t be.
The Guide caught himself shaking. It couldn’t be!
Only members of the organization could read that………
Prince Leshak’s smooth voice trampled the pulsating tension.
“Sidris.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
Leshak glanced at the ciphertext that had fallen on the floor.
“Take that and go to Radan. Ask him to read it for me as he did before.”
“What…….. what?”
The Guide ‘s face distorted. It was a look like his last remaining hopes were being destroyed and his last remaining expectations were being laid bare.
“What……damage…..,”
The Blue Snake had not failed the attempt to assassinate Prince Leshak. Instead, The Blue Snake was being comfortably held in Leshak’s arms while disguising his identity, and had even revealed the organization’s cipher text!
The Blue Snake, who had never learned to write, did that!
It was a betrayal by The Blue Snake!
“That’s……!”
The Guide was furious!
The Guide had endured having his hands and feet pierced and his face burned, all for the sake of the Kemened Royal Family! While The Blue Snake who was of that bloodline, had abandoned his Kin and Kingdom!
He now understood how Leshak’s forces were able to use a surprise attack this evening.
The Blue Snake sold this place out!
He was blinded by the Prince of an enemy country.
He has given into greed and has brought death to everyone on this street.
Leshak withdrew his sword from the back of The Guide’s hand and spoke to Abadd.
“I’ll give him one more opportunity. Unless he’s an idiot he’ll tell the truth before Sidris comes back with the answer.”
“I see, My Lord.”
Abadd grabbed The Guide and dragged him back to the cauldron.
The Guide suddenly raised his head and spoke to Leshak.
“The Leshak Caliph will die by a serpent’s bite.”
He wanted those words to be poisonous.
”…….. What?”
The look of astonishment flickered across the eyes of everyone surrounding The Guide. His face was filled with venomous spite.
“The blue-eyed snake will gnaw the heart of the Caliph.”
Hey!
Abadd’s blade pierced the skin under The Guide’s chin.
“What do you mean!?”
The Guide’s eyes did not leave Leshak. The person who should be poisoned was Prince Leshak.
“The Leshak Caliph brought the snake that would kill him into his bed with his own hands. Not knowing that the prostitute who was wrapping his legs around him so smoothly was actually an assassin called The Blue Snake.”
“What does that mean?”
The Guide did not shut his mouth even though the blade was digging into his flesh.
There was no way he could survive now that The Blue Snake had betrayed him. As long as he knew he was going to die, it didn’t matter to him what direction of the war took.
Whether Leshak Caliph killed the Kemened, or Kemened’s Blue Serpent devoured his heart before that, it was out of his hands now.
He will die here.
All he could do now was to spray a little more poison on the Leshak Caliph who was going to take his life.
“The reason the Kemened Royal Family raised the Blue Snake was to assassinate the Leshak Caliph. All the previous assassinations were just steps towards that purpose. He would have been sweeter than any prostitute. The smile, the warm body to heat your bed, was honed to kill the Leshak Caliph…… ”
The tongue that was spewing out poison, stopped.
A sword came up to his lips. It moved without any hesitation, and separated The Guide’s head from his body.
Snap, thump. –
The head fell to the floor.
The lips alone didn’t know that they had died, and spat out blood.
Sliding. Thud! –
The guide’s corpse fell.
A fresh drop of blood fell on the two pieces of horribly shattered corpse. It was the blood flowing from Leshak’s hand. It was a wound that was created in the process of taking Abadd’s sword and cutting the Guide.
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“Your……Highness.”
Sidris managed to call him.
Leshak stepped on the head of the corpse and turned around. There was the sound of blood and flesh being smashed beneath his feet.
Leshak gave orders with a face devoid of emotion, as though what had just been crushed wasn’t a human head, but the words he uttered.
“Send someone to Veroz.”
“Your Majesty?”
Leshak turned his back quickly.
The place where Leshak turned and headed towards was the cage that housed the homing pigeons. There were eighteen birds, including crows and pigeons.
Leshak spoke after checking the number of birds.
“Mark them. Use a mark that is conspicuous even from a distance. Tell Veroz to chase after the marked birds. Wherever the bird goes, you will know where to find the Kemened. But you can’t trust everything the spy says. It should be borne in mind that it could be a country other than Kemened. Reorganize the reconnaissance team. We start over from scratch.”
“Your Majesty.”
Leshak glanced up at the night sky.
Today was the rise of the bloody moon. It was an ominous night that even those who couldn’t sleep were forced themselves to, anyhow.
“It must not be because of the bloody moon, I don’t want Veroz to come crying because he missed a bird in the middle. We don’t know which bird is going where, so we follow the markings.”
“Your Majesty!”
Sidris impatiently called out to Leshak.
“….. What’s going on?”
“That…… ”
Sidris bit his lip.
Leshak had a face like he had no idea what the problem was.
So Sidris couldn’t help but ask.
“Majesty. If that is the case, then the Sir Mjab,”
The word Mjab, which came out of nowhere, became a thorn.
That wasn’t his real name. Radan was an assassin, not a prostitute. Everything about him was a lie.
So he wanted to asked him,
Is Your Majesty okay now? He wondered if the heart of His Majesty, who received a lie when he gave his true love in return, is okay now.
“Checking on him is the first priority. The spy is dead, so he has the rest of the clues. Rather than chasing after a bird, it’s better to check that first ”
“Is that so?”
Leshak’s eyes glared at Sidris.
Sidris took a step back without realizing it. His eyes were strange. Maybe it was because of the red moon shining, but his eyes looked red too.
“Radan is irrelevant.”
“Your Majesty,”
“He didn’t kill me, Radan is not an assassin.”
Sidris took yet another step backwards.
His eyes were red, like it’s not normal.
“It will continue to lead. Don’t take any more steps for me again.”
Leshak was not normal.
It was wrong to cut off the spy’s throat. When he opened his mouth again, he would have still said more.
He killed such a person at once. By doing so, he stopped him from speaking out again.
He wasn’t sure, was that really what Leshak Caliph would do?
“Move quickly. The enemy has been on the move long before us.”
Leshak staggered past Sidris and stepped forward.
Looking at his back from behind was never something to fear, but it looked different today.
It was like using…….. force.
He wouldn’t believe it, noy a word.
Sidris quickly shook his head and suppressed his anxious heart.
He hoped it was not the case. He hoped it was his anxiety that he had misjudged Leshak.
Leshak’s judgment was never wrong. He must have made the right decision now. They were at war right now. The Kemened Army was moving right now and they didn’t know where, that was the biggest problem.
Radan, who stayed in the barracks, was isolated. He would not have known that someone had talked about who he was. It was not too late to investigate Radan.
Leshak ‘s judgment was right, Sidris believed that!
Even after it turns out that Radan is indeed the assassin called the Blue Serpent, Leshak will make the right decision.
The kindness he has bestowed on Radan so far was for a pitiful prostitute. It was never intended for the Unknown Assassin.
If necessary, Leshak will don the mask of a relentless ruler and withdraw his warmth then. He was a monarch who could do that, so he served him with loyalty, with his life.
“I see…… All right, My Lord.”
Sidris quickly followed Leshak’s back and matched with speed. A bloody halo was increasing his shadow bit by bit through the darkness.
-Bloody Moon, End of Volume 1
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