“I,I hate it!”
Radan waved his arms desperately.
Smack!-
“Stay still!”
Count Custer slapped Radan across his cheek. Radan’s face turned red quickly as the handprint made red stains on his white skin.
“What am I consuming¹? If you are a prostitute, you don’t have to take care of your guests.”
Radan’s presence was more than for simple entertainment.
He wasn’t just a prostitute, he was the lover of Crown Prince Leshak Caliph. He seemed to have run away, so Count Custer would not be in danger from slapping him.
Well, it’ll be cheap play, so it’s not bad. Seeing that he ran away, he was under no obligation to pick him up like this, and return him to Crown Prince Leshak Caliph.
Besides, it was common sense that the person who found the prostitute should deal with it. Usually he would be taken to the pimp and paid, but Count Custer didn’t have to. He thought it would be great to have fun here and kill him, or to make him his courtesan.
It was refreshing to think of what kind of face Leshak Caliph would make when the lover he’d been keeping like that fell into someone else’s hands.
People always praised him for being so perfect and wonderful, it didn’t seem plausible to use what he’d had. The young Count Custer contemplated melting Leshak’s lover’s heart and making him unable to live without being his belonging.
Puck!-
Custer grabbed Radan’s head and slammed it into the ground. His nose was dripping blood but above all, his mind went blank.
“Be quiet. I’ll give you a taste of the real thing.”
Custer held Radan’s head with one hand and untied the front of his trousers with the other. He grabbed his dark-red thing and rubbed it, making it engorge with blood. Then he rubbed it over Radan’s trousers.
“What do you think? Can you feel it’s the real thing?”
“Ugh…… No, let go…… ”
Radan struggled with his feet. Custer pulled Radan’s hair back and made him tilt his head.
“Ugh…… !”
“Be quiet, you lowly one. Where would you have dared to see the manhood of a real nobleman? This is what will give you pleasure.”
“N,no!”
“Pretending to be naive? You’re a prostitute, you must have plugged everything that could be plugged into your back hole. Be grateful when I tell you that I’ll give you something good, alright?”
Count Custer was about to rip Radan’s pants off.
“Cou, Count…… ?”
The vassals who followed saw the scene.
Count Custer turned to look at him.
“Oh, that’s good. Come and hold on to this thing.”
“What?”
“I think he’s Leshak Caliph’s lover, but he said he’s not.”
The vassal’s complexion turned sallow.
“Cou, Count. This is too much. His Majesty Crown Prince Leshak would not let this stand…….You can’t mess with what might be his. Please compose yourself….
“Fuck it, he’s not!”
Puck!-
Count Custer took an erratic anger out on Radan by smashing his head into the dirt again.
“And what does the Leshak Caliph know!? This prostitute ran away with his own two feet! The one who let him escape is the asshole.”
“Are you sure he ran away, Count? If he did not, it would be a real big deal.”
“Shit, then after I have fun, why don’t you bury him?”
“What…… ?”
Count Custer was troubled by the advice of an old vassal.
“Hey, you guys.”
He beckoned to the wandering knights who had been escorting them. They didn’t serve a single master, but worked for money from time to time, and although they may have good skills they were not bound by chivalry at all.
“Quiet this old man, and one of you will come and help me.”
One of them laughed.
“Then are you going to let us do it too?”
“After I do.”
“Then I’ll help.”
Sriiing!-
He drew his sword and cut the vassal’s throat like it was nothing.
“Uh-huh!”
The vassal collapsed bleeding profusely, unable to even scream properly.
Even Count Custer seemed a little surprised by the action.
“I didn’t mean to kill him…….”
“You said to quiet him.”
“Oh well, that’s true. Then come and hold onto this.”
Count Custer blinked as the wandering knights approached.
The knight grabbed Radan’s hair and raised his face and opened his mouth, which began to salivate.
“Can’t we have a go together?”
“…… What?”
“What does it matter to you? You’re going to kill him after you’re done anyway.”
The wandering knight then sniffed Radan’s neck.
“Or kill him. I like that too.”
“Uh, that…….”
Count Custer, who still had a bad look about him, hesitated.
“No, but still…… wait a little while, i’ll finish soon. For now, tie this guy up. I will not be able to take off his clothes with this constant struggling.”
The wandering knight shrugged his shoulders with a grim face.
“Well then, whatever.”
Meanwhile, another knight grabbed Radan’s wrist and dragged him. Radan struggled until his skin was hit hard.
“N,no…… Don’t…….”
“Asshole². Why are you still resisting? What could a puny thing like you do anyway? Hey, do you have something to tie him up with? Give it to me.”
“Here.”
Radan felt a rough piece of cloth touching his wrist.
Riiiip!-
There was a ripping sound from his waist. It was the sound of Count Custer tearing off his pants.
“I hate it…….”
Tears welled up.
“Whoa…….”
Radan rubbed his face hard on the ground.
“No…… I really hate it…….”
Dduduu.-
The blindfold fell off. Radan raised his head, weeping. Because of the tears he had to force his eyes closed.
The skin swept across the soil was burning. All of what he was going through right now was painful.
“What. Why are you behaving like this?….. Huh?”
One of the wandering knights made eye contact with Radan.
He was a little confused whether the deep, light blue eyes, like snow crystals, were human eyes or jewels.
“Aww…..Oh my God!”
He knew his eyes were burning. As he rolled around with his eyes closed. The other knight quickly turned his head.
“What! Why all of a sudden…… Ahhhh!”
Both of them were dead.
Count Custer roared.
“What, what!? What’s this!?”
The eyeballs burned by the blue flames melted without even leaving ashes. They just became black pits. Count Custer knew what the corpse meant.
“The…… The Unknown Assassin!”
Radan got up. He looked at Count Custer with tears in his eyes.
“Ahh……Ahhhhhhh!”
Count Custer closed his eyes and screamed. Tears were dripping from Radan’s eyes.
“No…… No……..”
Even the flowing tears hurt. Radan stood there and watched the young Count Custer become a corpse.
“Uh-huh…… !”
Thump.–
Count Custer, whose eyes grew black, fell dead on the dirt.
Puduck!-
Radan’s eyelids closed and he wiped his tears away.
“……!”
Then Radan heard a suffocating astonishment coming from behind him.
It was Karum.
Kiiiiikkk!-
Suddenly, the bird he had captured flew into the sky, screeching.
If you’re reading this anywhere other than Foolishtranslationss.wordpress.com, it was stolen from the translator’s website. Reading this anywhere other than the translator’s website ensures that the translator may never translate any other works. Thank you.
“Majesty. This is the last one.”
It was the last textile shop near Motilla.
They found all the tailors they’d heard rumors of and checked their faces, but none of them had taken Radan’s measurements.
“The tailor is also suspicious.”
Leshak looked at the messy streets that were starting to get dark as the sun went down. Darkness began to spread on his brow.
“You brought the tailor, do you have any guesses?”
“That……”
Abadd brought up the story of finding the tailor in Motilla.
They’re reason for trying to find a family with the surname Mjab in Motilla had already been guessed by Leshak, so there was nothing more to hide.
“There was only the pimp who knew that we would be here in advance. But he was locked up at the time…….”
In such a situation, there was only a small probability that the tailor they found by chance, was an assassin or spy.
“Could it be that the pimp led the tailor to us?”
Leshak said something that Sidris and Abadd couldn’t bear to say.
The pimp was a person associated with Radan. The idea that he may have summoned an assassin was a situation that couldn’t help but to raise doubts, even about Radan.
“There were a lot of people with the last name Mjab. Would you like to search the streets to find Sir Mjab’s family?”
Leshak bit his lip.
Whether the head or the heart, it was going to be complicated either way.
“Are you suspicious of Radan?”
Sidris was the first to answer the question that was thrown out of nowhere.
“No, My Lord.”
“……“
“The circumstances were questionable, but Sir Mjab himself could not be doubted. He seems like a man who knows nothing of lies.”
Then Abadd said,
“Besides, you said that you almost killed Mjab.”
Leshak clenched his fists tightly.
”…… I don’t think he deceived me either.”
‘I like…’
He was watching how hard Radan had tried to pronounce those succinct words. No one could say it was a lie.
Leshak had left half of his heart in the barracks where Radan had spoken those words. One half of his heart was trying to find the other half, and return as soon as possible.
It won’t be. It couldn’t be.-
“But just because I like him doesn’t mean I can deny this connection.”
He was the Crown Prince of Ibeden before being Leshak Caliph. He was a person who should not blindly follow untested assertions.
Sidris replied.
“Then you will have to find a way to disprove it, Your Majesty. If you give me permission, I will find the family of Sir Mjab.
”Eventually he nodded.
“I will allow it.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
Sidris gathered the soldiers together.
After a while, the whole of Motilla was turned over.
If you’re reading this anywhere other than Foolishtranslationss.wordpress.com, it was stolen from the translator’s website. Reading this anywhere other than the translator’s website ensures that the translator may never translate any other works. Thank you.
“Damn. He’s not dead!”
Instead of the People of Mjab being sent to confirm the death of Leshak Caliph, the Crown Prince Leshak himself appeared unexpectedly.
He was wandering around the whole street because the Guid of the Squadron had been slow-witted.
The Guide did two things.
First, he created a fake family for Radan.
Second, he had to inform the Kemened Army, which is currently moving its forces, that the death of the Leshak Caliph is not true.
The guide quickly wrote in the ciphertext. It had to be rolled up into small pieces and hung around the pigeon’s neck to be flown away.
The guide walked through the narrow alleyways and entered the backyard of a house. There was a large cage. It was a place where pigeons that had been trained to send and receive ciphertext were kept.
The guide picked the pigeon with the strongest wings.
“You must arrive on time.”
The surprise strategy devised by Kemened’s forces was simple.
By presupposing the death of Crown Prince Leshak Caliph, they would exploit the chaos caused by his untimely absence.
Leshak Caliph was an excessively outstanding figure, but he had created a fatal flaw. That was that the war effort was being fought around him too heavily. When he disappears, the chaos caused by his absence will be impossible to rectify.
What Kemened’s forces intended was an uncontrolled chaos, but the most important thing was their speed. Kemened’s forces had already given up sleep, and were moving towards Leshak’s army camp.
“You go.”
The guide picked a pigeon with a particularly red beak and hung the cipher text around his neck.
Just at the moment he was about to send the pigeon away.
Swish!–
The arrows flew at an incredible speed.
“Ahh!”
The arrow pierced the guide’s hand along with the pigeon.
The guide’s head turned quickly. Leshak was filling the narrow alleyway leading to the backyard.
The one holding the bow in the front was Prince Leshak.
“Don’t move.”
It was an eerie voice.
The guide started running with an arrow in his hand.
It’s still too early to be frustrated. These were the streets of Mjab. In this cramped maze, no person could pursue a Man of Mjab.
Moreover, today is the day that the bloody moon will rise. The blood-red moon was already busy coloring the darkness so that it did not have time to shine.
“I told you not to move.”
Swish!–
The second arrow flew.
“Ugh!”
The arrow went straight into his shin.
It was a moment when he wanted to curse God. A person with bow skills that could accurately target an opponent who is running fast in this darkness was there today.
The guide fell. He got up and tried to run again.
“Can’t you hear me?”
Swish!-
The third arrow pierced the heel.
“Ahhh!”
Eventually, the guide rolled on the ground.
Leshak’s army ran and grabbed the Guide, then dragged him in front of Crown Prince Leshak.
Leshak passed his bow to Abadd and asked the guide.
“Do you know Radan’s family?”
The guide stared at Leshak with blade-like eyes.
After the Seven Years of War, Leshak would have been the enemy of half of the Kemened Kingdom.
The guide wasn’t sure if he could survive against him. He had to buy some time somehow.
“Yes I know them well.”
“Good.”
Leshak glanced at Abadd and Sidris.
“Prepare to open your mouth.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
It was a particularly intense night as the halo of blood red moon glimmered as it drew near.
If you’re reading this anywhere other than Foolishtranslationss.wordpress.com, it was stolen from the translator’s website. Reading this anywhere other than the translator’s website ensures that the translator may never translate any other works. Thank you.
T/N:
¹ The word used here is 잡아먹다 (eating, consuming). This is a euphemism used in some Eastern Asian languages. Specifically for the the act of consummation i.e. sexual intercourse.
² The word used here is 병신- it’s a profane word literally meaning: a deformed or diseased person. But it’s like calling someone a dickhead, retard, moron, asshole etc.
“I,I hate it!”
Radan waved his arms desperately.
Smack!-
“Stay still!”
Count Custer slapped Radan across his cheek. Radan’s face turned red quickly as the handprint made red stains on his white skin.
“What am I consuming¹? If you are a prostitute, you don’t have to take care of your guests.”
Radan’s presence was more than for simple entertainment.
He wasn’t just a prostitute, he was the lover of Crown Prince Leshak Caliph. He seemed to have run away, so Count Custer would not be in danger from slapping him.
Well, it’ll be cheap play, so it’s not bad. Seeing that he ran away, he was under no obligation to pick him up like this, and return him to Crown Prince Leshak Caliph.
Besides, it was common sense that the person who found the prostitute should deal with it. Usually he would be taken to the pimp and paid, but Count Custer didn’t have to. He thought it would be great to have fun here and kill him, or to make him his courtesan.
It was refreshing to think of what kind of face Leshak Caliph would make when the lover he’d been keeping like that fell into someone else’s hands.
People always praised him for being so perfect and wonderful, it didn’t seem plausible to use what he’d had. The young Count Custer contemplated melting Leshak’s lover’s heart and making him unable to live without being his belonging.
Puck!-
Custer grabbed Radan’s head and slammed it into the ground. His nose was dripping blood but above all, his mind went blank.
“Be quiet. I’ll give you a taste of the real thing.”
Custer held Radan’s head with one hand and untied the front of his trousers with the other. He grabbed his dark-red thing and rubbed it, making it engorge with blood. Then he rubbed it over Radan’s trousers.
“What do you think? Can you feel it’s the real thing?”
“Ugh…… No, let go…… ”
Radan struggled with his feet. Custer pulled Radan’s hair back and made him tilt his head.
“Ugh…… !”
“Be quiet, you lowly one. Where would you have dared to see the manhood of a real nobleman? This is what will give you pleasure.”
“N,no!”
“Pretending to be naive? You’re a prostitute, you must have plugged everything that could be plugged into your back hole. Be grateful when I tell you that I’ll give you something good, alright?”
Count Custer was about to rip Radan’s pants off.
“Cou, Count…… ?”
The vassals who followed saw the scene.
Count Custer turned to look at him.
“Oh, that’s good. Come and hold on to this thing.”
“What?”
“I think he’s Leshak Caliph’s lover, but he said he’s not.”
The vassal’s complexion turned sallow.
“Cou, Count. This is too much. His Majesty Crown Prince Leshak would not let this stand…….You can’t mess with what might be his. Please compose yourself….
“Fuck it, he’s not!”
Puck!-
Count Custer took an erratic anger out on Radan by smashing his head into the dirt again.
“And what does the Leshak Caliph know!? This prostitute ran away with his own two feet! The one who let him escape is the asshole.”
“Are you sure he ran away, Count? If he did not, it would be a real big deal.”
“Shit, then after I have fun, why don’t you bury him?”
“What…… ?”
Count Custer was troubled by the advice of an old vassal.
“Hey, you guys.”
He beckoned to the wandering knights who had been escorting them. They didn’t serve a single master, but worked for money from time to time, and although they may have good skills they were not bound by chivalry at all.
“Quiet this old man, and one of you will come and help me.”
One of them laughed.
“Then are you going to let us do it too?”
“After I do.”
“Then I’ll help.”
Sriiing!-
He drew his sword and cut the vassal’s throat like it was nothing.
“Uh-huh!”
The vassal collapsed bleeding profusely, unable to even scream properly.
Even Count Custer seemed a little surprised by the action.
“I didn’t mean to kill him…….”
“You said to quiet him.”
“Oh well, that’s true. Then come and hold onto this.”
Count Custer blinked as the wandering knights approached.
The knight grabbed Radan’s hair and raised his face and opened his mouth, which began to salivate.
“Can’t we have a go together?”
“…… What?”
“What does it matter to you? You’re going to kill him after you’re done anyway.”
The wandering knight then sniffed Radan’s neck.
“Or kill him. I like that too.”
“Uh, that…….”
Count Custer, who still had a bad look about him, hesitated.
“No, but still…… wait a little while, i’ll finish soon. For now, tie this guy up. I will not be able to take off his clothes with this constant struggling.”
The wandering knight shrugged his shoulders with a grim face.
“Well then, whatever.”
Meanwhile, another knight grabbed Radan’s wrist and dragged him. Radan struggled until his skin was hit hard.
“N,no…… Don’t…….”
“Asshole². Why are you still resisting? What could a puny thing like you do anyway? Hey, do you have something to tie him up with? Give it to me.”
“Here.”
Radan felt a rough piece of cloth touching his wrist.
Riiiip!-
There was a ripping sound from his waist. It was the sound of Count Custer tearing off his pants.
“I hate it…….”
Tears welled up.
“Whoa…….”
Radan rubbed his face hard on the ground.
“No…… I really hate it…….”
Dduduu.-
The blindfold fell off. Radan raised his head, weeping. Because of the tears he had to force his eyes closed.
The skin swept across the soil was burning. All of what he was going through right now was painful.
“What. Why are you behaving like this?….. Huh?”
One of the wandering knights made eye contact with Radan.
He was a little confused whether the deep, light blue eyes, like snow crystals, were human eyes or jewels.
“Aww…..Oh my God!”
He knew his eyes were burning. As he rolled around with his eyes closed. The other knight quickly turned his head.
“What! Why all of a sudden…… Ahhhh!”
Both of them were dead.
Count Custer roared.
“What, what!? What’s this!?”
The eyeballs burned by the blue flames melted without even leaving ashes. They just became black pits. Count Custer knew what the corpse meant.
“The…… The Unknown Assassin!”
Radan got up. He looked at Count Custer with tears in his eyes.
“Ahh……Ahhhhhhh!”
Count Custer closed his eyes and screamed. Tears were dripping from Radan’s eyes.
“No…… No……..”
Even the flowing tears hurt. Radan stood there and watched the young Count Custer become a corpse.
“Uh-huh…… !”
Thump.–
Count Custer, whose eyes grew black, fell dead on the dirt.
Puduck!-
Radan’s eyelids closed and he wiped his tears away.
“……!”
Then Radan heard a suffocating astonishment coming from behind him.
It was Karum.
Kiiiiikkk!-
Suddenly, the bird he had captured flew into the sky, screeching.
If you’re reading this anywhere other than Foolishtranslationss.wordpress.com, it was stolen from the translator’s website. Reading this anywhere other than the translator’s website ensures that the translator may never translate any other works. Thank you.
“Majesty. This is the last one.”
It was the last textile shop near Motilla.
They found all the tailors they’d heard rumors of and checked their faces, but none of them had taken Radan’s measurements.
“The tailor is also suspicious.”
Leshak looked at the messy streets that were starting to get dark as the sun went down. Darkness began to spread on his brow.
“You brought the tailor, do you have any guesses?”
“That……”
Abadd brought up the story of finding the tailor in Motilla.
They’re reason for trying to find a family with the surname Mjab in Motilla had already been guessed by Leshak, so there was nothing more to hide.
“There was only the pimp who knew that we would be here in advance. But he was locked up at the time…….”
In such a situation, there was only a small probability that the tailor they found by chance, was an assassin or spy.
“Could it be that the pimp led the tailor to us?”
Leshak said something that Sidris and Abadd couldn’t bear to say.
The pimp was a person associated with Radan. The idea that he may have summoned an assassin was a situation that couldn’t help but to raise doubts, even about Radan.
“There were a lot of people with the last name Mjab. Would you like to search the streets to find Sir Mjab’s family?”
Leshak bit his lip.
Whether the head or the heart, it was going to be complicated either way.
“Are you suspicious of Radan?”
Sidris was the first to answer the question that was thrown out of nowhere.
“No, My Lord.”
“……“
“The circumstances were questionable, but Sir Mjab himself could not be doubted. He seems like a man who knows nothing of lies.”
Then Abadd said,
“Besides, you said that you almost killed Mjab.”
Leshak clenched his fists tightly.
”…… I don’t think he deceived me either.”
‘I like…’
He was watching how hard Radan had tried to pronounce those succinct words. No one could say it was a lie.
Leshak had left half of his heart in the barracks where Radan had spoken those words. One half of his heart was trying to find the other half, and return as soon as possible.
It won’t be. It couldn’t be.-
“But just because I like him doesn’t mean I can deny this connection.”
He was the Crown Prince of Ibeden before being Leshak Caliph. He was a person who should not blindly follow untested assertions.
Sidris replied.
“Then you will have to find a way to disprove it, Your Majesty. If you give me permission, I will find the family of Sir Mjab.
”Eventually he nodded.
“I will allow it.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
Sidris gathered the soldiers together.
After a while, the whole of Motilla was turned over.
If you’re reading this anywhere other than Foolishtranslationss.wordpress.com, it was stolen from the translator’s website. Reading this anywhere other than the translator’s website ensures that the translator may never translate any other works. Thank you.
“Damn. He’s not dead!”
Instead of the People of Mjab being sent to confirm the death of Leshak Caliph, the Crown Prince Leshak himself appeared unexpectedly.
He was wandering around the whole street because the Guid of the Squadron had been slow-witted.
The Guide did two things.
First, he created a fake family for Radan.
Second, he had to inform the Kemened Army, which is currently moving its forces, that the death of the Leshak Caliph is not true.
The guide quickly wrote in the ciphertext. It had to be rolled up into small pieces and hung around the pigeon’s neck to be flown away.
The guide walked through the narrow alleyways and entered the backyard of a house. There was a large cage. It was a place where pigeons that had been trained to send and receive ciphertext were kept.
The guide picked the pigeon with the strongest wings.
“You must arrive on time.”
The surprise strategy devised by Kemened’s forces was simple.
By presupposing the death of Crown Prince Leshak Caliph, they would exploit the chaos caused by his untimely absence.
Leshak Caliph was an excessively outstanding figure, but he had created a fatal flaw. That was that the war effort was being fought around him too heavily. When he disappears, the chaos caused by his absence will be impossible to rectify.
What Kemened’s forces intended was an uncontrolled chaos, but the most important thing was their speed. Kemened’s forces had already given up sleep, and were moving towards Leshak’s army camp.
“You go.”
The guide picked a pigeon with a particularly red beak and hung the cipher text around his neck.
Just at the moment he was about to send the pigeon away.
Swish!–
The arrows flew at an incredible speed.
“Ahh!”
The arrow pierced the guide’s hand along with the pigeon.
The guide’s head turned quickly. Leshak was filling the narrow alleyway leading to the backyard.
The one holding the bow in the front was Prince Leshak.
“Don’t move.”
It was an eerie voice.
The guide started running with an arrow in his hand.
It’s still too early to be frustrated. These were the streets of Mjab. In this cramped maze, no person could pursue a Man of Mjab.
Moreover, today is the day that the bloody moon will rise. The blood-red moon was already busy coloring the darkness so that it did not have time to shine.
“I told you not to move.”
Swish!–
The second arrow flew.
“Ugh!”
The arrow went straight into his shin.
It was a moment when he wanted to curse God. A person with bow skills that could accurately target an opponent who is running fast in this darkness was there today.
The guide fell. He got up and tried to run again.
“Can’t you hear me?”
Swish!-
The third arrow pierced the heel.
“Ahhh!”
Eventually, the guide rolled on the ground.
Leshak’s army ran and grabbed the Guide, then dragged him in front of Crown Prince Leshak.
Leshak passed his bow to Abadd and asked the guide.
“Do you know Radan’s family?”
The guide stared at Leshak with blade-like eyes.
After the Seven Years of War, Leshak would have been the enemy of half of the Kemened Kingdom.
The guide wasn’t sure if he could survive against him. He had to buy some time somehow.
“Yes I know them well.”
“Good.”
Leshak glanced at Abadd and Sidris.
“Prepare to open your mouth.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
It was a particularly intense night as the halo of blood red moon glimmered as it drew near.
If you’re reading this anywhere other than Foolishtranslationss.wordpress.com, it was stolen from the translator’s website. Reading this anywhere other than the translator’s website ensures that the translator may never translate any other works. Thank you.
T/N:
¹ The word used here is 잡아먹다 (eating, consuming). This is a euphemism used in some Eastern Asian languages. Specifically for the the act of consummation i.e. sexual intercourse.
² The word used here is 병신- it’s a profane word literally meaning: a deformed or diseased person. But it’s like calling someone a dickhead, retard, moron, asshole etc.
