“Answer me now. Who are you, and who sent you?”
“… …”
Radan bit his lip. The assassination was a failure. Laud will be angry. He was told that if he killed Prince Leshak, he would treat him like a younger brother, but it will not happen now. How long will he be locked up in that room again this time?
Radan was distressed at the thought that his brother Laud, would be angry at him. What was even more painful than that, was the fact that he was relieved that he couldn’t kill Prince Leshak. That shouldn’t be the case. Prince Leshak is trying to kill Laud, so he should have killed him.
-I’m sorry, Laud.
“Radan.”
Prince Leshak called him. The low, soft voice that wrapped around his ears was like a whip. Radan wanted to cover his ears with both hands.
“Answer me.”
“Oh..that person is pim..p,..takes me……..I…am, ..prostitute……”
Radan fumbled to the ground and knelt down. He bowed his head as if prostrating.
“Co..me on, buy me on..ce, you can buy me……
“……damn it.”
Leshak suddenly spit out a swear words.
His name was Radan. He looked younger than his actual age due to his smail stature, but he was already nineteen. The other man was a pimp that was an acquaintance of Radan’s family. The family had no means of income.
He said his father had dementia and one of his two older brothers was crippled. The family made money by sending their youngest son to a brothel to work.
He said that he lied about his age because of his small stature, to get guests with that taste. Now he was going to be sold to a brothel before his appearance and voice were too mature.
That was a story made up by a guide, disguised as a pimp.
Unfortunately, there was nothing to prove it, nor was there was evidence to prove that Radan and pimp were the unknown assassins. After a thorough search of their bodies, no weapons were found.
The snow melted on the corpse that had been killed by an unknown assassin. Perhaps he used a very unusual poison, or a weapon that they couldn’t guess. There was no clear evidence.
Radan was small and skinny. On his thighs and temple, there were traces of a whip marks that hadn’t to healed yet. It was the wound that Leshak that thought was pitiful enough to try to apply medicine.
“Radan.”
Leshak lifted Radan’s chin to examine the expression covered by the black cloth.
“Yes… .. Majesty.”
He could feel the movement of his lips on his fingertips. He had a small jaw that could be crushed easily with his hands. He felt a sense of confusion. Could someone with a face like this murder anyone? His heart was split in half. One side shouted that people shouldn’t be trusted, the other half muttered sympathies for this poor creature.
“I can’t believe you.”
At those words, Radan’s skin suddenly felt a chill all over. Radan shuddered as his face went pale.
“I, I… … ,”
“But doubt alone does not kill people.”
Leshak turned from Radan and stood up.
“I’ll wait until the evidence comes out. Kill the pimp right here.”
At Leshak’s command, the soldier raised his sword and the guide jumped.
“Hey, that’s an unfounded! Uh, why are you going to kill me? I am not guilty of anything!”
No, to Leshak he was a sinner. Even if he had nothing to do with the unknown assassin, he would sell people to brothels. If it was beheading, the punishment would be too light.
“Hey, my lord!”
Radan fumbled through the air. Dry fingers barely grabbed Leshak’s leg.
“Sa, live… … save him… … please.”
“…….”
Leshak spit out abusive language so he couldn’t hear it.
The blind prostitute stimulated his compassion. He had seen tragedy for seven long years, but this was the first time he had ever been touched by such a sight.
It was probably because Radan was too thin and weak, he was also too white, and too small to be true. Maybe it was because his jet-black hair and red lips were too dark, everything made him too uncomfortable to look past him.
“He is the person who tried to sell you. Are you saying you still want him to live?”
Rathan nodded his head.
“Tel me why I should spare this villain.”
“that… … ”
“Don’t ask for mercy if you can’t convince me it’s worthwhile. Such a person is just filth that defiles my land.”
Radan’s hand, which was holding the hem of his trousers, was full of strength.
“Okay, I have…a famillly…… lf he doesn’t help…… My brother,…. it‘s going to be difficult……”
“………”
What Radan said was true. The problem was that Leshak couldn’t even guess who his older brother was.
“For, my brother…… Also, I neeeed….someone to come….. to help me….to tal…k… Majesty.”
“……damnit.”
Again the swear words came out. Abadd shook his head from behind Leshak’s back. He remembered Leshak sitting on the sidewalk, examining the prostitute’s injured leg. That prostitute was too provocative. To Leshak, who possessed the virtues of compassion as well as fairness and strictness, he was like a opium.
“Cut him down.” Leshak said.
“I, I… ….”
“Ahh! Majesty! Majesty! I’m sorry! I’m not the only pimp here! It was the family who said they would sell the child! Majesty!”
As the soldier raised his sword Leshak changedthe order.
“Cut off his right arm and left leg. Dig out one eye and pour boiling water over the other ear.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Aww!”
The guide screamed. His life was saved, but he was now he would be unable to walk. With such a body, he would never be able to assassinate again.
“Oh, no! No! Aww! Hey, this can’t be! This can’t be!”
The guide poured out screams and curses, who knew whether it was a sincere outcry or just a play. Radan opened his mouth, but couldn’t udder a sound as he listened.
Every time the blood splattered loudly, the finger holding Leshak gained strength. Leshak bent over and removed Radan’s finger. Radan raised his head, as if trying to look at him.
“I don’t trust you.”
“……”
Leshak’s words were more like a self affirmation, rather than directing it towards Radan.
“You said you’re a prostitute, not an assassin. Then you will have to show proof that you are a prostitute.”
“…….”
Radan didn’t quite understand what that meant. There was only one thing he vaguely knew about prostitutes. He didn’t know how to deceive Prince Leshak, he only knew he’d have to act as a prostitute throughly in order not to die.
Night had come and Radan was crouching in the barrack tents. The floor, which was lined with something soft, was not uncomfortable, but it was a little cold. Hunger, which he did not feel during the hectic day, also showed itself. Radan sighed a little, burying his face between his knees in search of the slight warmth.
“Go back, you have to go back……”
There was a shackle wrapped around his ankle. The fetters were chained and bound to the barracks posts. It was unrealistic to think of running away. One would need strength enough to drag the entire barracks. Radan tried to move his shackled foot a little. He learned from his guide how to run fast and how to silence his footsteps, but he also knew that it was useless while wearing these shackles.
He had to wait until the shackles were released. After that……..
“….. Radan was fiddling with the cloth covering his eyes this time. He must kill Prince Leshak with these eyes, and then he had to go back to Laud’s side. Laud needed him. Laud always said so.
‘Radan I need you….you must kill the enemy or we will all die. The Leshak Caliph will cut off my head and hang it on the wall. Save me, Radan. The only person I can trust is you’.
Radan was a little happy about that. Killing people was terrible and terrifying, but he was happy to be able to protect his family. That was the reason he was cursed. It was the reason he had to live that way.
“… … .”
However, when he was facing Prince Leshak, his heart was constantly disturbed. He had to think of his family, but his mind went blank. Leshak was kind. His voice was low and he smelled good. He was warm even as he got closer. He thought it was because he might have higher body temperature than Laud.
Every time he treated him kindly, and it caused a strange sensation. It felt like something was constantly pricking his heart, and later, his heart ached. The tingling sensation in his chest kept getting bigger and bigger, and other thoughts were disappearing from his mind in a blink of an eye. Thoughts that should never be forgotten, such as Laud’s earnest request to kill Leshak.
“Oh, no…….no.”
Radan shook his head, he must harden his heart. It was an assassination that should have only ended in failure, but somehow he was now in Leshak’s barracks. It was an opportunity that will never come again. If at night, when everyone was asleep, he could somehow release the shackles and kill Prince Leshak, he could then run away and returned to Laud’s side…….
Then came the sound of the curtain being lifted. Radan turned his head in surprise. An orderly walk followed, it was Prince Leshak. Radan was now able to distinguish the sound of Leshak’s footsteps.
“Radan.”
“…….”
The eyes behind the black cloth looked around for Leshak’s figure. Leshak looked at him for a moment, then reached out and turned Radan’s head.
“I, my lord.”
Black hair curled around his fingers. This poor prostitute, even his hair too soft. Leshak felt the weight in his heart moving to one side, he felt comfortable sympathizing with him.
“Stay still.”
“Yes?”
Leshak sat down in front of Radan. Radan was still wearing women’s clothes. He rolled up the hem of his skirt.
“I, my lord!”
Radan shrugged in embarrassment.
“I am not trying to do anything bad.”
Leshak saw the same things as the last time. There was a bloody wound on Radan’s thigh. There was a scab, but it wasn’t all hardened.
“You said you had a family.”
“….. Yes? Ah yes…….”
“Then why didn’t they take care of your wounds?”
“…….”
Radan shut his mouth.
“Answer me. If what you say about having a family is true.”
Radan opened his mouth after a while.
“It’s all hurt… … I didn’t say… … tis.”
“Why didn’t you tell them?”
“…… that, just…..”
“Just?”
“Better, it’s better to leave……. Cause cuts..get…..well…..see?”
It wasn’t. Radan’s wounds did not heal well. Besides those wounds, there were quite a few scars here and there.
“Who hit you?”
Rathan shrugged his shoulders at those words.
“Answer me.”
“…… guest, the customer…….”
Radan’s shoulders slumped down. Leshak recognized that it was guilt. Had he known that the guest was Count Custer, Leshak would have known exactly why Radan felt guilty. But unfortunately he didn’t know. Leshak’s straight forehead was furrowed.
He still felt pity for Radan’s wounds. He had to admit that when he was dealing with this prostitute, something in his head got messed up. He might be an assassin! He didn’t know if every pitiful word he uttered was a lie.
He should be locked up in a cage rather than put in a tent. Instead of examining the wounds, they should tear him apart with a knife to see if he had weapons or poison hidden inside. He should leave the door open a little after applying incense, so if he ran away, the dog would to be released and give chase.
There was no point in watching him, Leshak would never be able to see the little pieces of evidence that an unknown assassin would reveal.
“Radan.”
“Yes, my lord.”
So I have to come to a conclusion, I don’t need to watch you, but I had to check for myself. Leshak’s expression twisted as he watched Radan raise his head following the sound. He was becoming disheveled now.
“Attend me tonight.”
“….. ?”
Radan’s lips parted silently.
“Make me happy. It wouldn’t be difficult if you were a prostitute.”
“… …”
His heart and mind were was split in half. Half wanting to see what kind of expression Radan makes, when asked to attend him. And half wanting to see the expression Radan makes while attending him.
“Sidris. Are you outside?”
Leshak called the Guardian Knight.
“Yes, my lord.”
Sidris entered the barracks. Leshak turned away from Radan and gave the order.
“Bath him in warm water, and prepare the perfume. Bring him to my barracks.”
Even Sidris couldn’t understand what that meant at first.
“… … I know it’s rude, but your majesty?”
Leshak’s voice in reply was harsh.
“You heard me. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
Leshak left the barracks. Sidris looked down at Radan with a look of concern and suspicion. This tiny man, who was dressed in a woman’s clothes and was wearing makeup with smeared rouge on his lips, was ridiculous.
A black cloth was covering half of his face, his hair was messed up, and he had open wounds. Still, there was something about Radan that caught His Majesty’s attention.
The expression on his face was bleak and not at all bewitching, his sadly slumped shoulders, and his pale skin was riddled with scars. All of that mixed together and became a stimulus that he couldn’t take his eyes off of. As Abad said, that prostitute was not good for Prince Leshak.
The Crown Prince was still giving this prostitute an incomprehensible generosity. It was not outlandish to be decapitated just because he was suspected of being an unknown assassin. He knew that Prince Leshak wasn’t the type to punish innocent people recklessly, but he wasn’t the kind of person who would take a gamble with the unknown assassin either. Especially if it could mean the difference between battles being was won or lost.
This prostitute was so pitiful and pathetic. So seeing him seemed to be dragging Leshak into certain realm of dangerous emotions.
“You…. What did you do?”
Sidris spit the words out unconsciously. It was a sharp voice, like a raised edge of a blade.
“Ah, nothing…….”
The silver peach fuzz trembled on his pale skin. His eyes were dizzy when he looked at it. Sidris asked about this.
“I will tell you one thing. Unless you are a prostitute, your body will not be fully ready. Do you understand what I mean?”
Radan’s next reply was sad.
“No…..I don’t know……”
It was still impossible to determine whether Radan was an unknown assassin or not. Only one thing seemed to be known. If this prostitute were an unknown assassin, then he would be a better liar than the devil.
The preparation time to prepare for the Crown Prince’s night service did not exceed an hour.
“Majesty. I have brought the one you commanded.”
Radan, who had been washed and had his hair combed neatly, stood in front of Leshak’s barracks.
“Bring him in.”
It was the word that signaled the beginning of the night.
“Radan.”
“Yes, my lord.”
So I have to come to a conclusion, I don’t need to watch you, but I had to check for myself. Leshak’s expression twisted as he watched Radan raise his head following the sound. He was becoming disheveled now.
“Attend me tonight.”
“….. ?”
Radan’s lips parted silently.
“Make me happy. It wouldn’t be difficult if you were a prostitute.”
“… …”
His heart and mind were was split in half. Half wanting to see what kind of expression Radan makes, when asked to attend him. And half wanting to see the expression Radan makes while attending him.
“Sidris. Are you outside?”
Leshak called the Guardian Knight.
“Yes, my lord.”
Sidris entered the barracks. Leshak turned away from Radan and gave the order.
“Bath him in warm water, and prepare the perfume. Bring him to my barracks.”
Even Sidris couldn’t understand what that meant at first.
“… … I know it’s rude, but your majesty?”
Leshak’s voice in reply was harsh.
“You heard me. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
Leshak left the barracks. Sidris looked down at Radan with a look of concern and suspicion. This tiny man, who was dressed in a woman’s clothes and was wearing makeup with smeared rouge on his lips, was ridiculous.
A black cloth was covering half of his face, his hair was messed up, and he had open wounds. Still, there was something about Radan that caught His Majesty’s attention.
The expression on his face was bleak and not at all bewitching, his sadly slumped shoulders, and his pale skin was riddled with scars. All of that mixed together and became a stimulus that he couldn’t take his eyes off of. As Abad said, that prostitute was not good for Prince Leshak.
The Crown Prince was still giving this prostitute an incomprehensible generosity. It was not outlandish to be decapitated just because he was suspected of being an unknown assassin. He knew that Prince Leshak wasn’t the type to punish innocent people recklessly, but he wasn’t the kind of person who would take a gamble with the unknown assassin either. Especially if it could mean the difference between battles being was won or lost.
This prostitute was so pitiful and pathetic. So seeing him seemed to be dragging Leshak into certain realm of dangerous emotions.
“You…. What did you do?”
Sidris spit the words out unconsciously. It was a sharp voice, like a raised edge of a blade.
“Ah, nothing…….”
The silver peach fuzz trembled on his pale skin. His eyes were dizzy when he looked at it. Sidris asked about this.
“I will tell you one thing. Unless you are a prostitute, your body will not be fully ready. Do you understand what I mean?”
Radan’s next reply was sad.
“No…..I don’t know……”
It was still impossible to determine whether Radan was an unknown assassin or not. Only one thing seemed to be known. If this prostitute were an unknown assassin, then he would be a better liar than the devil.
The preparation time to prepare for the Crown Prince’s night service did not exceed an hour.
“Majesty. I have brought the one you commanded.”
Radan, who had been washed and had his hair combed neatly, stood in front of Leshak’s barracks.
“Bring him in.”
It was the word that signaled the beginning of the night.
“Answer me now. Who are you, and who sent you?”
“… …”
Radan bit his lip. The assassination was a failure. Laud will be angry. He was told that if he killed Prince Leshak, he would treat him like a younger brother, but it will not happen now. How long will he be locked up in that room again this time?
Radan was distressed at the thought that his brother Laud, would be angry at him. What was even more painful than that, was the fact that he was relieved that he couldn’t kill Prince Leshak. That shouldn’t be the case. Prince Leshak is trying to kill Laud, so he should have killed him.
-I’m sorry, Laud.
“Radan.”
Prince Leshak called him. The low, soft voice that wrapped around his ears was like a whip. Radan wanted to cover his ears with both hands.
“Answer me.”
“Oh..that person is pim..p,..takes me……..I…am, ..prostitute……”
Radan fumbled to the ground and knelt down. He bowed his head as if prostrating.
“Co..me on, buy me on..ce, you can buy me……
“……damn it.”
Leshak suddenly spit out a swear words.
His name was Radan. He looked younger than his actual age due to his smail stature, but he was already nineteen. The other man was a pimp that was an acquaintance of Radan’s family. The family had no means of income.
He said his father had dementia and one of his two older brothers was crippled. The family made money by sending their youngest son to a brothel to work.
He said that he lied about his age because of his small stature, to get guests with that taste. Now he was going to be sold to a brothel before his appearance and voice were too mature.
That was a story made up by a guide, disguised as a pimp.
Unfortunately, there was nothing to prove it, nor was there was evidence to prove that Radan and pimp were the unknown assassins. After a thorough search of their bodies, no weapons were found.
The snow melted on the corpse that had been killed by an unknown assassin. Perhaps he used a very unusual poison, or a weapon that they couldn’t guess. There was no clear evidence.
Radan was small and skinny. On his thighs and temple, there were traces of a whip marks that hadn’t to healed yet. It was the wound that Leshak that thought was pitiful enough to try to apply medicine.
“Radan.”
Leshak lifted Radan’s chin to examine the expression covered by the black cloth.
“Yes… .. Majesty.”
He could feel the movement of his lips on his fingertips. He had a small jaw that could be crushed easily with his hands. He felt a sense of confusion. Could someone with a face like this murder anyone? His heart was split in half. One side shouted that people shouldn’t be trusted, the other half muttered sympathies for this poor creature.
“I can’t believe you.”
At those words, Radan’s skin suddenly felt a chill all over. Radan shuddered as his face went pale.
“I, I… … ,”
“But doubt alone does not kill people.”
Leshak turned from Radan and stood up.
“I’ll wait until the evidence comes out. Kill the pimp right here.”
At Leshak’s command, the soldier raised his sword and the guide jumped.
“Hey, that’s an unfounded! Uh, why are you going to kill me? I am not guilty of anything!”
No, to Leshak he was a sinner. Even if he had nothing to do with the unknown assassin, he would sell people to brothels. If it was beheading, the punishment would be too light.
“Hey, my lord!”
Radan fumbled through the air. Dry fingers barely grabbed Leshak’s leg.
“Sa, live… … save him… … please.”
“…….”
Leshak spit out abusive language so he couldn’t hear it.
The blind prostitute stimulated his compassion. He had seen tragedy for seven long years, but this was the first time he had ever been touched by such a sight.
It was probably because Radan was too thin and weak, he was also too white, and too small to be true. Maybe it was because his jet-black hair and red lips were too dark, everything made him too uncomfortable to look past him.
“He is the person who tried to sell you. Are you saying you still want him to live?”
Rathan nodded his head.
“Tel me why I should spare this villain.”
“that… … ”
“Don’t ask for mercy if you can’t convince me it’s worthwhile. Such a person is just filth that defiles my land.”
Radan’s hand, which was holding the hem of his trousers, was full of strength.
“Okay, I have…a famillly…… lf he doesn’t help…… My brother,…. it‘s going to be difficult……”
“………”
What Radan said was true. The problem was that Leshak couldn’t even guess who his older brother was.
“For, my brother…… Also, I neeeed….someone to come….. to help me….to tal…k… Majesty.”
“……damnit.”
Again the swear words came out. Abadd shook his head from behind Leshak’s back. He remembered Leshak sitting on the sidewalk, examining the prostitute’s injured leg. That prostitute was too provocative. To Leshak, who possessed the virtues of compassion as well as fairness and strictness, he was like a opium.
“Cut him down.” Leshak said.
“I, I… ….”
“Ahh! Majesty! Majesty! I’m sorry! I’m not the only pimp here! It was the family who said they would sell the child! Majesty!”
As the soldier raised his sword Leshak changedthe order.
“Cut off his right arm and left leg. Dig out one eye and pour boiling water over the other ear.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Aww!”
The guide screamed. His life was saved, but he was now he would be unable to walk. With such a body, he would never be able to assassinate again.
“Oh, no! No! Aww! Hey, this can’t be! This can’t be!”
The guide poured out screams and curses, who knew whether it was a sincere outcry or just a play. Radan opened his mouth, but couldn’t udder a sound as he listened.
Every time the blood splattered loudly, the finger holding Leshak gained strength. Leshak bent over and removed Radan’s finger. Radan raised his head, as if trying to look at him.
“I don’t trust you.”
“……”
Leshak’s words were more like a self affirmation, rather than directing it towards Radan.
“You said you’re a prostitute, not an assassin. Then you will have to show proof that you are a prostitute.”
“…….”
Radan didn’t quite understand what that meant. There was only one thing he vaguely knew about prostitutes. He didn’t know how to deceive Prince Leshak, he only knew he’d have to act as a prostitute throughly in order not to die.
Night had come and Radan was crouching in the barrack tents. The floor, which was lined with something soft, was not uncomfortable, but it was a little cold. Hunger, which he did not feel during the hectic day, also showed itself. Radan sighed a little, burying his face between his knees in search of the slight warmth.
“Go back, you have to go back……”
There was a shackle wrapped around his ankle. The fetters were chained and bound to the barracks posts. It was unrealistic to think of running away. One would need strength enough to drag the entire barracks. Radan tried to move his shackled foot a little. He learned from his guide how to run fast and how to silence his footsteps, but he also knew that it was useless while wearing these shackles.
He had to wait until the shackles were released. After that……..
“….. Radan was fiddling with the cloth covering his eyes this time. He must kill Prince Leshak with these eyes, and then he had to go back to Laud’s side. Laud needed him. Laud always said so.
‘Radan I need you….you must kill the enemy or we will all die. The Leshak Caliph will cut off my head and hang it on the wall. Save me, Radan. The only person I can trust is you’.
Radan was a little happy about that. Killing people was terrible and terrifying, but he was happy to be able to protect his family. That was the reason he was cursed. It was the reason he had to live that way.
“… … .”
However, when he was facing Prince Leshak, his heart was constantly disturbed. He had to think of his family, but his mind went blank. Leshak was kind. His voice was low and he smelled good. He was warm even as he got closer. He thought it was because he might have higher body temperature than Laud.
Every time he treated him kindly, and it caused a strange sensation. It felt like something was constantly pricking his heart, and later, his heart ached. The tingling sensation in his chest kept getting bigger and bigger, and other thoughts were disappearing from his mind in a blink of an eye. Thoughts that should never be forgotten, such as Laud’s earnest request to kill Leshak.
“Oh, no…….no.”
Radan shook his head, he must harden his heart. It was an assassination that should have only ended in failure, but somehow he was now in Leshak’s barracks. It was an opportunity that will never come again. If at night, when everyone was asleep, he could somehow release the shackles and kill Prince Leshak, he could then run away and returned to Laud’s side…….
Then came the sound of the curtain being lifted. Radan turned his head in surprise. An orderly walk followed, it was Prince Leshak. Radan was now able to distinguish the sound of Leshak’s footsteps.
“Radan.”
“…….”
The eyes behind the black cloth looked around for Leshak’s figure. Leshak looked at him for a moment, then reached out and turned Radan’s head.
“I, my lord.”
Black hair curled around his fingers. This poor prostitute, even his hair too soft. Leshak felt the weight in his heart moving to one side, he felt comfortable sympathizing with him.
“Stay still.”
“Yes?”
Leshak sat down in front of Radan. Radan was still wearing women’s clothes. He rolled up the hem of his skirt.
“I, my lord!”
Radan shrugged in embarrassment.
“I am not trying to do anything bad.”
Leshak saw the same things as the last time. There was a bloody wound on Radan’s thigh. There was a scab, but it wasn’t all hardened.
“You said you had a family.”
“….. Yes? Ah yes…….”
“Then why didn’t they take care of your wounds?”
“…….”
Radan shut his mouth.
“Answer me. If what you say about having a family is true.”
Radan opened his mouth after a while.
“It’s all hurt… … I didn’t say… … tis.”
“Why didn’t you tell them?”
“…… that, just…..”
“Just?”
“Better, it’s better to leave……. Cause cuts..get…..well…..see?”
It wasn’t. Radan’s wounds did not heal well. Besides those wounds, there were quite a few scars here and there.
“Who hit you?”
Rathan shrugged his shoulders at those words.
“Answer me.”
“…… guest, the customer…….”
Radan’s shoulders slumped down. Leshak recognized that it was guilt. Had he known that the guest was Count Custer, Leshak would have known exactly why Radan felt guilty. But unfortunately he didn’t know. Leshak’s straight forehead was furrowed.
He still felt pity for Radan’s wounds. He had to admit that when he was dealing with this prostitute, something in his head got messed up. He might be an assassin! He didn’t know if every pitiful word he uttered was a lie.
He should be locked up in a cage rather than put in a tent. Instead of examining the wounds, they should tear him apart with a knife to see if he had weapons or poison hidden inside. He should leave the door open a little after applying incense, so if he ran away, the dog would to be released and give chase.
There was no point in watching him, Leshak would never be able to see the little pieces of evidence that an unknown assassin would reveal.
“Radan.”
“Yes, my lord.”
So I have to come to a conclusion, I don’t need to watch you, but I had to check for myself. Leshak’s expression twisted as he watched Radan raise his head following the sound. He was becoming disheveled now.
“Attend me tonight.”
“….. ?”
Radan’s lips parted silently.
“Make me happy. It wouldn’t be difficult if you were a prostitute.”
“… …”
His heart and mind were was split in half. Half wanting to see what kind of expression Radan makes, when asked to attend him. And half wanting to see the expression Radan makes while attending him.
“Sidris. Are you outside?”
Leshak called the Guardian Knight.
“Yes, my lord.”
Sidris entered the barracks. Leshak turned away from Radan and gave the order.
“Bath him in warm water, and prepare the perfume. Bring him to my barracks.”
Even Sidris couldn’t understand what that meant at first.
“… … I know it’s rude, but your majesty?”
Leshak’s voice in reply was harsh.
“You heard me. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
Leshak left the barracks. Sidris looked down at Radan with a look of concern and suspicion. This tiny man, who was dressed in a woman’s clothes and was wearing makeup with smeared rouge on his lips, was ridiculous.
A black cloth was covering half of his face, his hair was messed up, and he had open wounds. Still, there was something about Radan that caught His Majesty’s attention.
The expression on his face was bleak and not at all bewitching, his sadly slumped shoulders, and his pale skin was riddled with scars. All of that mixed together and became a stimulus that he couldn’t take his eyes off of. As Abad said, that prostitute was not good for Prince Leshak.
The Crown Prince was still giving this prostitute an incomprehensible generosity. It was not outlandish to be decapitated just because he was suspected of being an unknown assassin. He knew that Prince Leshak wasn’t the type to punish innocent people recklessly, but he wasn’t the kind of person who would take a gamble with the unknown assassin either. Especially if it could mean the difference between battles being was won or lost.
This prostitute was so pitiful and pathetic. So seeing him seemed to be dragging Leshak into certain realm of dangerous emotions.
“You…. What did you do?”
Sidris spit the words out unconsciously. It was a sharp voice, like a raised edge of a blade.
“Ah, nothing…….”
The silver peach fuzz trembled on his pale skin. His eyes were dizzy when he looked at it. Sidris asked about this.
“I will tell you one thing. Unless you are a prostitute, your body will not be fully ready. Do you understand what I mean?”
Radan’s next reply was sad.
“No…..I don’t know……”
It was still impossible to determine whether Radan was an unknown assassin or not. Only one thing seemed to be known. If this prostitute were an unknown assassin, then he would be a better liar than the devil.
The preparation time to prepare for the Crown Prince’s night service did not exceed an hour.
“Majesty. I have brought the one you commanded.”
Radan, who had been washed and had his hair combed neatly, stood in front of Leshak’s barracks.
“Bring him in.”
It was the word that signaled the beginning of the night.
“Radan.”
“Yes, my lord.”
So I have to come to a conclusion, I don’t need to watch you, but I had to check for myself. Leshak’s expression twisted as he watched Radan raise his head following the sound. He was becoming disheveled now.
“Attend me tonight.”
“….. ?”
Radan’s lips parted silently.
“Make me happy. It wouldn’t be difficult if you were a prostitute.”
“… …”
His heart and mind were was split in half. Half wanting to see what kind of expression Radan makes, when asked to attend him. And half wanting to see the expression Radan makes while attending him.
“Sidris. Are you outside?”
Leshak called the Guardian Knight.
“Yes, my lord.”
Sidris entered the barracks. Leshak turned away from Radan and gave the order.
“Bath him in warm water, and prepare the perfume. Bring him to my barracks.”
Even Sidris couldn’t understand what that meant at first.
“… … I know it’s rude, but your majesty?”
Leshak’s voice in reply was harsh.
“You heard me. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
Leshak left the barracks. Sidris looked down at Radan with a look of concern and suspicion. This tiny man, who was dressed in a woman’s clothes and was wearing makeup with smeared rouge on his lips, was ridiculous.
A black cloth was covering half of his face, his hair was messed up, and he had open wounds. Still, there was something about Radan that caught His Majesty’s attention.
The expression on his face was bleak and not at all bewitching, his sadly slumped shoulders, and his pale skin was riddled with scars. All of that mixed together and became a stimulus that he couldn’t take his eyes off of. As Abad said, that prostitute was not good for Prince Leshak.
The Crown Prince was still giving this prostitute an incomprehensible generosity. It was not outlandish to be decapitated just because he was suspected of being an unknown assassin. He knew that Prince Leshak wasn’t the type to punish innocent people recklessly, but he wasn’t the kind of person who would take a gamble with the unknown assassin either. Especially if it could mean the difference between battles being was won or lost.
This prostitute was so pitiful and pathetic. So seeing him seemed to be dragging Leshak into certain realm of dangerous emotions.
“You…. What did you do?”
Sidris spit the words out unconsciously. It was a sharp voice, like a raised edge of a blade.
“Ah, nothing…….”
The silver peach fuzz trembled on his pale skin. His eyes were dizzy when he looked at it. Sidris asked about this.
“I will tell you one thing. Unless you are a prostitute, your body will not be fully ready. Do you understand what I mean?”
Radan’s next reply was sad.
“No…..I don’t know……”
It was still impossible to determine whether Radan was an unknown assassin or not. Only one thing seemed to be known. If this prostitute were an unknown assassin, then he would be a better liar than the devil.
The preparation time to prepare for the Crown Prince’s night service did not exceed an hour.
“Majesty. I have brought the one you commanded.”
Radan, who had been washed and had his hair combed neatly, stood in front of Leshak’s barracks.
“Bring him in.”
It was the word that signaled the beginning of the night.
