“I live in Motilla”.
These were the words spoken by the pimp. He’d lost half of his body and was slowly dying. His half-closed eyes showed no emotion.
“There are slums to the north of Motilla, and it’s in one of them. You just need to find a family whose surname is Mjab.
Motilla was a commercial district past the brothels of Merv. Even calling it a city was a bit ambiguous, because it was created naturally by the influx of refugees from the Western part of the continent, created by the war.
Anyway, it wasn’t too far away. It was a place that you could reach and come back from within a day if you rode a horse.
Abadd and Sidris went to Motilla and found the family named Mjab. The problem was that about half of the refugees in the slums had the surname Mjab. The two changed their minds and started asking around about a blind boy walking around with a blindfold. Fortunately, there were not many blind people.
They were finally able to meet people who knew Radan, so Radan’s existence was confirmed. However, Radan’s father and older brother were never found. There was still a 50/50 chance that Radan was an unknown assassin. The situation had not changed at all after visiting the slums of Motilla.
In the end, Abadd and Sidris decided not to tell Leshak about what they discovered until more concrete evidence was found. Telling him about it would have been of no use. From the moment he said he was going to drop his doubts, Leshak was treating Radan as a completely different person. Radan was now his only courtship partner.
“How about these clothes?”
They found a tailor that was willing to follow them back to the military camp, but he talked a lot. The tailor claimed to make the best clothes in Motilla, he also shouted out that he was also capable of making the prince’s wedding clothes as well. Even if you only half believed his boastful claims, there was still no reason to refuse him. Abadd and Sidris took the tailor and returned to the military camp.
The tailor was now arranging his wares in front of Leshak.
“The colors are bright and clear so it will look great on. This style of shirt is said to be popular in Amboya across the sea where it’s fashionable to have three large rows of buttons on the collar here.”
If you were in a country where fashion was important there would be nothing unusual about the amount of clothing the tailor was showing, but the tailor had too many clothes for this place.
“Hey, don’t you like it? Well, what do you think of this? Or, how about something more like this? See here, the hem of the trousers was shortened to reveal the stockings and ankles, and the more valuable the shoes, the more he can pull it off.” Foolishtranslationss.wordpress.com
“What else do you have?”
“Alright, of course. Well, how about this My Lord?”
The tailor was excited and quickly unpacked the bag that he had been struggling with. Leshak personally inspected the clothes and checked over the fabrics. Leshak seemed to want to be too meticulous about everything. He looked carefully from side to side, and rubbed his palms over and over again.
“Well then…… while you’re watching comfortably, may I take some measurements of the person whom the clothes will be fitted for? Will that be all right, My Lord ?”
Leshak nodded his head.
“Do so.”
“Oh, thank you. We are honored, Your Majesty.”
The tailor took a tape measure and walked over to Radan.
“Oh, you are the one who is blind. Please, would you like to come this way? It’s dark here, so I can’t see the scale of the tape measure.”
The tailor pulled Radan towards the entrance of the barracks. Leshak’s sharp voice rang out without fail.
“Be careful. He’s blind.”
“Oh, yes, yes. I’m sorry Your Majesty, I’ll be careful, I’ll be careful.”
In any case, the tailor led Radan into the desired amount of light.
“Excuse me, can you lift your arm like this? Spread it out on both sides. Oh yes, like that. You just have to stay like that for a bit.”
The tailor stretched out the tape measure and stood close to Radan’s back. Coincidentally, his face touched Rathan’s ear, and he whispered, barely moving his lips.
‘Until Al Riksha rises and sets.’
Radan froze in place.
The words he whispered were a kind of code from the Guide to push him into action.
‘Until Al Riksha rises and sets’, meant that the guild would wait for him to finish his assassination, then he would guide him to escape in the morning.
Radan said nothing. At that moment his back was facing Leshak. Leshak and the Guardian Knights did not notice what was going on with Radan. When there was no answer from Radan, the Guide added something else.
The new Guide was disguised as a tailor and was very quick-witted. He had already guessed how Leshak was treating Radan.
Radan was unharmed so that meant that the identity of the Blue Snake was still completely unknown to the Ibeden Empire. Radan was also still considered to be the prostitute that they had disguised him as.
However, the Imperial Prince would not have had a tailor make a new suit for an ordinary prostitute. Prince Leshak must be treating Radan in a very special way.
In this situation, the most important thing was Radan’s feelings. Perhaps this monster was enchanted by the first decent treatment he’d received in his life, and forgot his situation. So the Guide took a risk and added these words.
“Laud has said that you must return safely, Prince.”
That was enough to shake Radan up. Radan could not bear it and began trembling. Too many sensations rushed in at once, and overwhelmed him.
“Radan.”
Leshak noticed his small movements and came over quickly, making the tailor retreat.
“You don’t look good. What’s going on?”
“Oh…… M, My Lord . It’s…n, nothing”
Leshak grabbed Radan’s chin and made him lift his head.
“Did nothing happen? Really?”
“Yes…….”
“Then the tailor must have gotten too close.”
Leshak misunderstood the situation, which had still yet to be resolved. Leshak believed that, because Radan was forced to prostitute himself against his will, that he was disturbed by contact with other people, especially with adult males. He looked at the tailor with a grim look.
“Hand me the tape measure, I’ll measure him.”
“Yes? Oh no, Your Majesty, you…… ? What are you saying?”
“Are you deaf?”
“Oh, no, no. Of course. Yes, here it is.”
The tailor bent down and politely held out the tape measure.
“Where should I measure?”
Leshak took the tape measure. The moment he unfolded the ruler and touched Radan, he could feel his trembling.
“Radan, don’t be afraid.”
Leshak comforted Radan with a soft touch.
“There will be no more dealing with strangers. I think I made a mistake today. I will make sure that this does not happen next time.”
Radan mistakenly fumbled forward, and grabbed Leshak. Leshak would never understand what his words meant.
“Majesty…….”
For the first time Radan understood the heart of a man that howls out, calling the name of God…..and the heart of a man that curses God!
So the afternoon passed.
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The tailor left after leaving some clothes for Radan to wear. Leshak wanted him to remain in the military camp and make the clothes, but he couldn’t because he didn’t bring cloth and other tools. Foolishtranslationss.wordpress.com
Instead, he was allowed to leave the barracks only after repeatedly promising to bring the suit directly to him as soon as it was completed. And soon night came.
Leshak hugged Radan and fell asleep just like the day before. It had only been a day, but Radan couldn’t resist the warmth he exuded.
“…. ….”
The night was as quiet as sadness.
In a little while, it would be time for a star with the name of the God Al Riksha to rise.
Radan, who was measuring the time by the gradually cooling temperature of the air, moved very carefully and left Leshak ‘s sleeping arms.
`What should I do now?’
Radan fiddled with the blindfold.
If this was solved, Prince Leshak would be killed. After he leaves the barracks, the Guide will take him to his brother Laud’s side.
If Prince Leshak was dead, the war would be over, and Brother Laud would take him out from behind the iron gate. It was something he had been dreaming of all along. In his nineteen years of life, all he ever had was that dream.
But unfortunately, the dream was too old, and it was too late. Radan had already glimpsed what the world was like outside the iron gates. It wasn’t his brother Laud who opened the iron door and made him stick his head out, it was Prince Leshak.
‘I can’t kill him’, he thought.
Radan grabbed his hair with his fingers and used so much force that his knuckles were white.
‘Can’t kill!’
But the Guide was nearby, and he was still the Unknown Assassin.
The reason Leshak cares for him is because he doesn’t know his true identity. Leshak had set a trap in a brothel and waited to catch the Unknown Assassin. His callous voice ordered the arms and legs of the previous Guide to be cut off, it could have been directed at him instead. If his true identity is revealed, it would be so.
Radan let go of his hair. There was only one thing he could do now. He has to run away.
If he stayed here, Laud would continue to send Guides. The Guide would tell him candy-like words, that Laud is waiting for him to kill Leshak and return safely to him. Radan was now afraid of the candy Laud offered him. To eat the candy meant that Prince Leshak had to be killed.
So, he has to run away!
He had to leave Leshak’s side. Because if he was here, then the Guide would also come here. If he goes away, then the Guide won’t come anymore. Prince Leshak would be safe. And if they would never see each other again, then Leshak wouldn’t die.
Following Leshak’s even breathing, Radan silently leaned in. Radan found Leshak’s face at once, and gently placed his hand on his lips.
‘I like him a lot…… Maybe I like him even more than my brother Laud. I will never forget what these lips did. I won’t forget anything.’
It was okay if he went back behind the iron gate again. It would have been fine if the angry Laud never took him out of it for the rest of his life! Instead, beyond the iron gate, Leshak would still be alive.
“I like you.”
Radan left that very small sound on Leshak’s lips.
Just in that moment when Radan, who had said goodbye, was about to Crawl into the darkness.
“Uh, uh…… ! Oh, no!”
Leshak’s chest tightened and let out a moan. His face was ferociously contorted. His tightly closed eyelids were moving like a boat in a storm.
“Who are you!? Why me…… !?”
It was a nightmare!
Leshak writhed violently. His hand that was holding his chest seemed to grab at Radan’s heart to pull it out.
“M, My Lord!”
Leshak ‘s nightmare held Radan back. Even though he couldn’t see him, he could hear the harshness of his exhalations. Radan grabbed Leshak.
“Majesty! Hey, wake up! Majesty!”
“What is this…..crying!?”
His hand stretched out recklessly and reached Radan. Leshak grabbed Radan by his neck at once.
“Who the hell are you!?”
“Uhhhhh……-,” said Radan, whose throat was hurt as he groaned in pain. Just at that moment, the nightmare was over
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It was a strange dream. Leshak, who had fallen asleep comfortably with his nose buried in the nape of Radan’s neck, had been wandering through his dreams since then.
Suddenly, a sheer icy precipice and snowy mountains were all he could see. There were no roads and no sky. There was neither earth nor time.
Though he had yet to figure out the direction, his body kept moving forward. Later, he forgot where he was going and why he was walking. He was so tired, that halfway through he decided to rest his legs for a while.
– No!
Then a small voice urged him.
– Come on. You don’t have much time.
Leshak followed the voice and looked ahead. A few steps away was a snake with its head raised. Leshak realized that the snake had been leading the way.
– Wake up!
His body moved on its own. His legs, which were so exhausted that even the sensation had disappeared, stepped forward on their own. Finally, he reached the end of the cliff. Beyond the cliff, there was a new world.
It was a place where rich land, blue wind, and three seasons of sun and moon existed.
Leshak knew the reason he crossed the harsh ice cliff was to conquer this place! Leshak laughed out loud.
– Are you happy?
The snake asked.
He answered yes. Now, down from this mountain, he would be the first man to set foot on this new land.
The snake blocked Leshak’s path.
– No!
Leshak frowned.
– Get away from my way!
What if I don’t want to get out of the way?
– Then I’ll trample you.
– Indeed!
The snake started to laugh.
Then he began stretching. The snake which had grown to the size of a human, flashed his blue eyes.
– Stupid human, you have forgotten why you are cursed!
– Curse?
– A man named Caliph. You will surely wither away from the serpent’s bite. A serpent with blue-eyes will tear your heart apart!
– What……?
The snake opened its jaws wide. Large, sharp teeth lodged itself into Leshak’s chest.
– Ugh!
The pain of tearing his heart began.
– (Scream!)
Leshak writhed wildly as he grabbed the snake.
– What are you? Why me…..!?
The snake who was eating his heart raised its head. The snake suddenly took the form of a human.
He had snow-white skin and blue eyes brighter than ice. Leshak was horrified by its beauty.
He opened his lips, which were stained red as a rose with blood.
– Majesty.
Leshak knew the small red lips that spoke.
He was Radan!
“I live in Motilla”.
These were the words spoken by the pimp. He’d lost half of his body and was slowly dying. His half-closed eyes showed no emotion.
“There are slums to the north of Motilla, and it’s in one of them. You just need to find a family whose surname is Mjab.
Motilla was a commercial district past the brothels of Merv. Even calling it a city was a bit ambiguous, because it was created naturally by the influx of refugees from the Western part of the continent, created by the war.
Anyway, it wasn’t too far away. It was a place that you could reach and come back from within a day if you rode a horse.
Abadd and Sidris went to Motilla and found the family named Mjab. The problem was that about half of the refugees in the slums had the surname Mjab. The two changed their minds and started asking around about a blind boy walking around with a blindfold. Fortunately, there were not many blind people.
They were finally able to meet people who knew Radan, so Radan’s existence was confirmed. However, Radan’s father and older brother were never found. There was still a 50/50 chance that Radan was an unknown assassin. The situation had not changed at all after visiting the slums of Motilla.
In the end, Abadd and Sidris decided not to tell Leshak about what they discovered until more concrete evidence was found. Telling him about it would have been of no use. From the moment he said he was going to drop his doubts, Leshak was treating Radan as a completely different person. Radan was now his only courtship partner.
“How about these clothes?”
They found a tailor that was willing to follow them back to the military camp, but he talked a lot. The tailor claimed to make the best clothes in Motilla, he also shouted out that he was also capable of making the prince’s wedding clothes as well. Even if you only half believed his boastful claims, there was still no reason to refuse him. Abadd and Sidris took the tailor and returned to the military camp.
The tailor was now arranging his wares in front of Leshak.
“The colors are bright and clear so it will look great on. This style of shirt is said to be popular in Amboya across the sea where it’s fashionable to have three large rows of buttons on the collar here.”
If you were in a country where fashion was important there would be nothing unusual about the amount of clothing the tailor was showing, but the tailor had too many clothes for this place.
“Hey, don’t you like it? Well, what do you think of this? Or, how about something more like this? See here, the hem of the trousers was shortened to reveal the stockings and ankles, and the more valuable the shoes, the more he can pull it off.” Foolishtranslationss.wordpress.com
“What else do you have?”
“Alright, of course. Well, how about this My Lord?”
The tailor was excited and quickly unpacked the bag that he had been struggling with. Leshak personally inspected the clothes and checked over the fabrics. Leshak seemed to want to be too meticulous about everything. He looked carefully from side to side, and rubbed his palms over and over again.
“Well then…… while you’re watching comfortably, may I take some measurements of the person whom the clothes will be fitted for? Will that be all right, My Lord ?”
Leshak nodded his head.
“Do so.”
“Oh, thank you. We are honored, Your Majesty.”
The tailor took a tape measure and walked over to Radan.
“Oh, you are the one who is blind. Please, would you like to come this way? It’s dark here, so I can’t see the scale of the tape measure.”
The tailor pulled Radan towards the entrance of the barracks. Leshak’s sharp voice rang out without fail.
“Be careful. He’s blind.”
“Oh, yes, yes. I’m sorry Your Majesty, I’ll be careful, I’ll be careful.”
In any case, the tailor led Radan into the desired amount of light.
“Excuse me, can you lift your arm like this? Spread it out on both sides. Oh yes, like that. You just have to stay like that for a bit.”
The tailor stretched out the tape measure and stood close to Radan’s back. Coincidentally, his face touched Rathan’s ear, and he whispered, barely moving his lips.
‘Until Al Riksha rises and sets.’
Radan froze in place.
The words he whispered were a kind of code from the Guide to push him into action.
‘Until Al Riksha rises and sets’, meant that the guild would wait for him to finish his assassination, then he would guide him to escape in the morning.
Radan said nothing. At that moment his back was facing Leshak. Leshak and the Guardian Knights did not notice what was going on with Radan. When there was no answer from Radan, the Guide added something else.
The new Guide was disguised as a tailor and was very quick-witted. He had already guessed how Leshak was treating Radan.
Radan was unharmed so that meant that the identity of the Blue Snake was still completely unknown to the Ibeden Empire. Radan was also still considered to be the prostitute that they had disguised him as.
However, the Imperial Prince would not have had a tailor make a new suit for an ordinary prostitute. Prince Leshak must be treating Radan in a very special way.
In this situation, the most important thing was Radan’s feelings. Perhaps this monster was enchanted by the first decent treatment he’d received in his life, and forgot his situation. So the Guide took a risk and added these words.
“Laud has said that you must return safely, Prince.”
That was enough to shake Radan up. Radan could not bear it and began trembling. Too many sensations rushed in at once, and overwhelmed him.
“Radan.”
Leshak noticed his small movements and came over quickly, making the tailor retreat.
“You don’t look good. What’s going on?”
“Oh…… M, My Lord . It’s…n, nothing”
Leshak grabbed Radan’s chin and made him lift his head.
“Did nothing happen? Really?”
“Yes…….”
“Then the tailor must have gotten too close.”
Leshak misunderstood the situation, which had still yet to be resolved. Leshak believed that, because Radan was forced to prostitute himself against his will, that he was disturbed by contact with other people, especially with adult males. He looked at the tailor with a grim look.
“Hand me the tape measure, I’ll measure him.”
“Yes? Oh no, Your Majesty, you…… ? What are you saying?”
“Are you deaf?”
“Oh, no, no. Of course. Yes, here it is.”
The tailor bent down and politely held out the tape measure.
“Where should I measure?”
Leshak took the tape measure. The moment he unfolded the ruler and touched Radan, he could feel his trembling.
“Radan, don’t be afraid.”
Leshak comforted Radan with a soft touch.
“There will be no more dealing with strangers. I think I made a mistake today. I will make sure that this does not happen next time.”
Radan mistakenly fumbled forward, and grabbed Leshak. Leshak would never understand what his words meant.
“Majesty…….”
For the first time Radan understood the heart of a man that howls out, calling the name of God…..and the heart of a man that curses God!
So the afternoon passed.
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The tailor left after leaving some clothes for Radan to wear. Leshak wanted him to remain in the military camp and make the clothes, but he couldn’t because he didn’t bring cloth and other tools. Foolishtranslationss.wordpress.com
Instead, he was allowed to leave the barracks only after repeatedly promising to bring the suit directly to him as soon as it was completed. And soon night came.
Leshak hugged Radan and fell asleep just like the day before. It had only been a day, but Radan couldn’t resist the warmth he exuded.
“…. ….”
The night was as quiet as sadness.
In a little while, it would be time for a star with the name of the God Al Riksha to rise.
Radan, who was measuring the time by the gradually cooling temperature of the air, moved very carefully and left Leshak ‘s sleeping arms.
`What should I do now?’
Radan fiddled with the blindfold.
If this was solved, Prince Leshak would be killed. After he leaves the barracks, the Guide will take him to his brother Laud’s side.
If Prince Leshak was dead, the war would be over, and Brother Laud would take him out from behind the iron gate. It was something he had been dreaming of all along. In his nineteen years of life, all he ever had was that dream.
But unfortunately, the dream was too old, and it was too late. Radan had already glimpsed what the world was like outside the iron gates. It wasn’t his brother Laud who opened the iron door and made him stick his head out, it was Prince Leshak.
‘I can’t kill him’, he thought.
Radan grabbed his hair with his fingers and used so much force that his knuckles were white.
‘Can’t kill!’
But the Guide was nearby, and he was still the Unknown Assassin.
The reason Leshak cares for him is because he doesn’t know his true identity. Leshak had set a trap in a brothel and waited to catch the Unknown Assassin. His callous voice ordered the arms and legs of the previous Guide to be cut off, it could have been directed at him instead. If his true identity is revealed, it would be so.
Radan let go of his hair. There was only one thing he could do now. He has to run away.
If he stayed here, Laud would continue to send Guides. The Guide would tell him candy-like words, that Laud is waiting for him to kill Leshak and return safely to him. Radan was now afraid of the candy Laud offered him. To eat the candy meant that Prince Leshak had to be killed.
So, he has to run away!
He had to leave Leshak’s side. Because if he was here, then the Guide would also come here. If he goes away, then the Guide won’t come anymore. Prince Leshak would be safe. And if they would never see each other again, then Leshak wouldn’t die.
Following Leshak’s even breathing, Radan silently leaned in. Radan found Leshak’s face at once, and gently placed his hand on his lips.
‘I like him a lot…… Maybe I like him even more than my brother Laud. I will never forget what these lips did. I won’t forget anything.’
It was okay if he went back behind the iron gate again. It would have been fine if the angry Laud never took him out of it for the rest of his life! Instead, beyond the iron gate, Leshak would still be alive.
“I like you.”
Radan left that very small sound on Leshak’s lips.
Just in that moment when Radan, who had said goodbye, was about to Crawl into the darkness.
“Uh, uh…… ! Oh, no!”
Leshak’s chest tightened and let out a moan. His face was ferociously contorted. His tightly closed eyelids were moving like a boat in a storm.
“Who are you!? Why me…… !?”
It was a nightmare!
Leshak writhed violently. His hand that was holding his chest seemed to grab at Radan’s heart to pull it out.
“M, My Lord!”
Leshak ‘s nightmare held Radan back. Even though he couldn’t see him, he could hear the harshness of his exhalations. Radan grabbed Leshak.
“Majesty! Hey, wake up! Majesty!”
“What is this…..crying!?”
His hand stretched out recklessly and reached Radan. Leshak grabbed Radan by his neck at once.
“Who the hell are you!?”
“Uhhhhh……-,” said Radan, whose throat was hurt as he groaned in pain. Just at that moment, the nightmare was over
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It was a strange dream. Leshak, who had fallen asleep comfortably with his nose buried in the nape of Radan’s neck, had been wandering through his dreams since then.
Suddenly, a sheer icy precipice and snowy mountains were all he could see. There were no roads and no sky. There was neither earth nor time.
Though he had yet to figure out the direction, his body kept moving forward. Later, he forgot where he was going and why he was walking. He was so tired, that halfway through he decided to rest his legs for a while.
– No!
Then a small voice urged him.
– Come on. You don’t have much time.
Leshak followed the voice and looked ahead. A few steps away was a snake with its head raised. Leshak realized that the snake had been leading the way.
– Wake up!
His body moved on its own. His legs, which were so exhausted that even the sensation had disappeared, stepped forward on their own. Finally, he reached the end of the cliff. Beyond the cliff, there was a new world.
It was a place where rich land, blue wind, and three seasons of sun and moon existed.
Leshak knew the reason he crossed the harsh ice cliff was to conquer this place! Leshak laughed out loud.
– Are you happy?
The snake asked.
He answered yes. Now, down from this mountain, he would be the first man to set foot on this new land.
The snake blocked Leshak’s path.
– No!
Leshak frowned.
– Get away from my way!
What if I don’t want to get out of the way?
– Then I’ll trample you.
– Indeed!
The snake started to laugh.
Then he began stretching. The snake which had grown to the size of a human, flashed his blue eyes.
– Stupid human, you have forgotten why you are cursed!
– Curse?
– A man named Caliph. You will surely wither away from the serpent’s bite. A serpent with blue-eyes will tear your heart apart!
– What……?
The snake opened its jaws wide. Large, sharp teeth lodged itself into Leshak’s chest.
– Ugh!
The pain of tearing his heart began.
– (Scream!)
Leshak writhed wildly as he grabbed the snake.
– What are you? Why me…..!?
The snake who was eating his heart raised its head. The snake suddenly took the form of a human.
He had snow-white skin and blue eyes brighter than ice. Leshak was horrified by its beauty.
He opened his lips, which were stained red as a rose with blood.
– Majesty.
Leshak knew the small red lips that spoke.
He was Radan!
