99
4 Estio
- Episode 23
click.
Finally, the shabby door opened. It wasn't wide open, but there was a gap wide enough to just stick out one head. Through the crevice of her door, her man with a bushy beard shone into her face. He was an impressive middle-aged man with drooping eyelids and protruding cheekbones.
"......just now."
A hoarse voice came out of the man's mouth.
"Did you say 'Rian'?"
"Ryan of Rainville. Red hair, ten years old. I'm here to meet the boy's father, Isaac."
Kaak, the man who spitted out drank the bottle he was holding in one hand. There was a strong smell of alcohol.
The man who threw the empty wine bottle on the floor casually said again with sullen eyes.
"You look like guilds, did you all come to these Dells?"
"......"
"I mean, do you go anywhere when you receive a quest? Hee, if you call it a high-class guild, it's no different from us."
The man swung the door wide open. People in guild uniforms came to visit, so they guessed that it was a request.
"Follow me."
The house was very small and the ceiling was low. Due to the wind, Neju, who was large, could not enter and remained outside, becoming pale.
The party who entered the house had to bow slightly to keep their heads from touching the ceiling. They followed the man, crouching and crawling inside. A dimly lit lamp flickered on the ceiling, and an old bed was visible at the far end.
There was a person lying on a yellow-stained duvet.
"Maybe that person."
"It's Isaac."
The man who guided me pointed a finger at the person lying on the bed.
"Go and talk to me. I don't know if I have the energy to answer."
Then he lit a cigarette lighter. It was indoors, but he didn't care. In the first place, it wasn't a place to be polite. The scent of cheap tobacco leaves hit the tip of Hook's nose. But there was a more venomous stench than that.
'Smell of pus.'
It was a rotten me that could come from a dead body.
"Ugh."
Parker couldn't stand it and covered his nose in front of the patient. He seemed to know why swarms of flies were boiling in the house.
"Is this person alive?"
Estio couldn't see the patient's face because he had his eyes covered. However, the fact that the person lying on the bed was nothing more than a delivery note could be inferred from the smell.
Upon hearing the question, the roommate chuckled.
"Hey, I have to live, yet."
"Oh my God! It hurts so badly. Let's get treatment...!"
"It's no use. There should be one or two bodies that have been removed this way."
It was really funny, so it wasn't a smiley face. A bitter shadow was cast on the face of the roommate looking down at the patient.
"Don't forget that this is the garbage dump of the Imperial Capital, noble guests."
The man who bit the pipe was aware of the fact that Mubin was of noble origin.
"It's a place where only the garbage thrown away from the imperial family is collected. Treatment? What they want is a clear waste paper, not recycling.
Disillusionment was mixed in the voice of the man who introduced himself as a janitor.
For whatever reason, it meant that the people who had been used up by the imperial family were deliberately left to die. At the time when everyone was at a loss for words in front of the harsh reality, the sick man lying on the bed opened his eyes faintly.
"Cool, cool."
"Then I can go outside. I'll call you after the conversation."
The janitor spit coldly and smoked a cigarette and left.
Now the house was filled with only the smell of cigarette smoke. Estio moved closer to the bed.
"Are you Rihanna's father, Isaac?"
"Rian..."
The brown eyes that were exposed under the eyelids were blurred out of focus. The patient tossed and turned like a dry piece of wood. Barely turning to the direction where Estio and the others were standing, he made a coughing voice.
"How... me, I... ah, the child... are you healthy?"
Even while he was gibberish, Mubin kicked his tongue when he saw his father asking for his son's well-being. He hadn't even lifted the quilt, but if I could vibrate with blood and pus, that person named Isaac was seriously injured somewhere and was in the process of rotting.
'Wrong. No matter how you look at it, you are not in a state where you can survive.'
It is no use pouring expensive holy water on a body that has already lost its time. That patient will die soon. Mubin took a step back and watched what Estio would do.
"I am healthy. In return for finding my father and sharing the news, I promised that I would eat on time and sleep on time."
A voice so calm that it feels a little slow. Isaac was lying on the bed, quietly listening to his voice.
"I've found you, and I'm going to pass this news on to Rihanna. So Rihanna stays healthy, Isaac."
A breath like a thread burst through the blue bruised lips.
"Thank you....i really... and..."
Hot tears flowed from his body, which was dried up and bleeding. His body was so full that it was surprising that tears could still come out. Isaac, who had only been shedding tears because he had no energy to sob, struggled to open his mouth.
"Lian...... Knock. Cool!"
Dark red blood spurted out with a cough. Isaac groaned in pain. She was in a state where she could hardly speak. A new stain appeared on the duvet with blood spattered on it.
With a face that seemed to run out of breath at any moment, Isaac raised his trembling hand.
"Wealth, wealth, please..."
But just before the bloody hand reached, Estio swung his arm away. Isaac was desperate, with his hands outstretched in the empty air.
'Yeah, they're paid workers, so there's no reason to even listen to my request as I die in the garbage dump.'
It was the moment Isaac was about to close his eyes helplessly.
"Isak."
An indifferent voice, unable to feel any likes or dislikes, called him back. At the same time, he felt the warmth of his dry hands. Isaac was so startled that he woke up.
"If it's hard to say aloud, think of it in your head."
"Ah."
As soon as he raised his head, his dark blue eyes and eyes met face-to-face. Isaac didn't say anything and stared blankly into his eyes.
'Didn't this young man hurt his eye?'
Estio had removed the eye patch from her eyes. He was looking down at Isaac with his normal eyes. Although dark blue eyes were not a particularly rare color in the Empire, Isaac felt a mysterious feeling and could not take his eyes off him.
At that moment, the other person's voice was heard in his head, not his ears.
"What do you want me to tell Rian?"
"......!"
Isaac took a short breath. The voice that resounded like a cave in his head was a mystery he had never experienced in his entire life. But looking into those eyes, I didn't think it was scary. Isaac went back to earnestness again.
'To my son, Rihanna.'
He thought of the story he wanted to tell over and over again, as if he were writing a letter.
'Tell me about my death.'
I didn't want my one and only child to go through an endless wait. So Isaac wanted to announce his life and death.
'If you ask me how he died, tell me. I didn't force myself to be taken away, I chose by myself, and I served with allegiance to Lubarzan until the moment I died.'
The thoughts that Isaac had now were being heard by everyone in the house. Knowing that he was not forcibly taken out, Estio and his party were a little stunned.
'I did not regret it until the moment I died, but in the end, there was only one regret left.'
Isaac couldn't stop crying silently as he delivered the wind.
'It's just that I can't go back to my children as a father. Please tell me I love you. please.'
"Okay. I'll stop by Rainville on the way home and tell you about it."
Enduring the pain of rotting flesh, the strength gradually drained from the body that had been holding up.
"thanks......."
'thank you.'
With all his might, Isaac came up with the story he wanted to tell his son, and was silent for the last time to say thank you.
After a while, he died without even closing his eyes. The janitor who came in to clean up his body clicked his tongue, asking how could he close his eyes, leaving his children behind.
As if he had been waiting for Estio to come, when he saw Isaac, who had died, he confessed his feelings and didn't say anything.
It was the bitter and comfortable death of a ranger who believed in the imperial family and devoted allegiance to it, but was destroyed and dumped in a garbage dump.
Before leaving the house, Estio thought about whether to wear the eye patch again.
'Now it seems that control is slowly returning.'
A little while ago, the thoughts of the people around me did not flow randomly, but I could designate and read the inner thoughts of the person I wanted. Of course, there was a mistake in which everyone in the party observed the conversation friendly, but it seemed to be able to be controlled to some extent.
Meanwhile, there was an uneasy atmosphere outside the house.
"You're a new guest."
"I heard you're from the Ignis Guild."
There were a lot of eyes on them who visited Isaac's house. The vagrants, who found a prey that seemed likely to make money, roamed around like swarms of hungry hyenas.
"What is that beast?"
"I had a chain around my neck."
"Are you a pet?"
The people nodded and pointed to Neju, who was guarding the door with a gentle face. The white-haired monkey, who squatted with a chain around his neck, and licked his lips, looked supremely docile.
"Let's steal and sell."
Residents living in garbage dumps have no conscience or morals. In the beginning, it was a life of hiding like a mold growing under the light.
In this garbage dump, if the owner stole a pet or robbed a wagon while the owner was away, he could not complain anywhere. Leaving something behind is as stupid as advertising to steal it.
Even the owner's belongings were robbed by robbery, but it was a very peaceful thing to steal. In the trash, it didn't matter whether the opponent was a noble or an influential guild member. Unlike Yangji, who is afraid of the law and retaliation, in the shade, nothing will protect them anyway.
Wanderers crept in to steal the belongings of unsuspecting guests visiting the capital's garbage dump for the first time.
whip profit.
Someone blew a whistle. It was a signal that signaled the hunt.
Neju, who was crouching, raised her head and looked around, but there was no visible movement. Meanwhile, from the other side of her, her sharp weapon flew at Neju's back.
Kwajik!
The cutlery, which had been deflected with a short drive, was lodged in the board. Dodging her attack, Neju opened her eyes and pulled out the weapon that had been embedded in her wooden plank. He was a very powerful white-haired monkey, so it came out without much effort.
It was a very rusty iron skewer.
99
4 Estio
- Episode 23
click.
Finally, the shabby door opened. It wasn't wide open, but there was a gap wide enough to just stick out one head. Through the crevice of her door, her man with a bushy beard shone into her face. He was an impressive middle-aged man with drooping eyelids and protruding cheekbones.
"......just now."
A hoarse voice came out of the man's mouth.
"Did you say 'Rian'?"
"Ryan of Rainville. Red hair, ten years old. I'm here to meet the boy's father, Isaac."
Kaak, the man who spitted out drank the bottle he was holding in one hand. There was a strong smell of alcohol.
The man who threw the empty wine bottle on the floor casually said again with sullen eyes.
"You look like guilds, did you all come to these Dells?"
"......"
"I mean, do you go anywhere when you receive a quest? Hee, if you call it a high-class guild, it's no different from us."
The man swung the door wide open. People in guild uniforms came to visit, so they guessed that it was a request.
"Follow me."
The house was very small and the ceiling was low. Due to the wind, Neju, who was large, could not enter and remained outside, becoming pale.
The party who entered the house had to bow slightly to keep their heads from touching the ceiling. They followed the man, crouching and crawling inside. A dimly lit lamp flickered on the ceiling, and an old bed was visible at the far end.
There was a person lying on a yellow-stained duvet.
"Maybe that person."
"It's Isaac."
The man who guided me pointed a finger at the person lying on the bed.
"Go and talk to me. I don't know if I have the energy to answer."
Then he lit a cigarette lighter. It was indoors, but he didn't care. In the first place, it wasn't a place to be polite. The scent of cheap tobacco leaves hit the tip of Hook's nose. But there was a more venomous stench than that.
'Smell of pus.'
It was a rotten me that could come from a dead body.
"Ugh."
Parker couldn't stand it and covered his nose in front of the patient. He seemed to know why swarms of flies were boiling in the house.
"Is this person alive?"
Estio couldn't see the patient's face because he had his eyes covered. However, the fact that the person lying on the bed was nothing more than a delivery note could be inferred from the smell.
Upon hearing the question, the roommate chuckled.
"Hey, I have to live, yet."
"Oh my God! It hurts so badly. Let's get treatment...!"
"It's no use. There should be one or two bodies that have been removed this way."
It was really funny, so it wasn't a smiley face. A bitter shadow was cast on the face of the roommate looking down at the patient.
"Don't forget that this is the garbage dump of the Imperial Capital, noble guests."
The man who bit the pipe was aware of the fact that Mubin was of noble origin.
"It's a place where only the garbage thrown away from the imperial family is collected. Treatment? What they want is a clear waste paper, not recycling.
Disillusionment was mixed in the voice of the man who introduced himself as a janitor.
For whatever reason, it meant that the people who had been used up by the imperial family were deliberately left to die. At the time when everyone was at a loss for words in front of the harsh reality, the sick man lying on the bed opened his eyes faintly.
"Cool, cool."
"Then I can go outside. I'll call you after the conversation."
The janitor spit coldly and smoked a cigarette and left.
Now the house was filled with only the smell of cigarette smoke. Estio moved closer to the bed.
"Are you Rihanna's father, Isaac?"
"Rian..."
The brown eyes that were exposed under the eyelids were blurred out of focus. The patient tossed and turned like a dry piece of wood. Barely turning to the direction where Estio and the others were standing, he made a coughing voice.
"How... me, I... ah, the child... are you healthy?"
Even while he was gibberish, Mubin kicked his tongue when he saw his father asking for his son's well-being. He hadn't even lifted the quilt, but if I could vibrate with blood and pus, that person named Isaac was seriously injured somewhere and was in the process of rotting.
'Wrong. No matter how you look at it, you are not in a state where you can survive.'
It is no use pouring expensive holy water on a body that has already lost its time. That patient will die soon. Mubin took a step back and watched what Estio would do.
"I am healthy. In return for finding my father and sharing the news, I promised that I would eat on time and sleep on time."
A voice so calm that it feels a little slow. Isaac was lying on the bed, quietly listening to his voice.
"I've found you, and I'm going to pass this news on to Rihanna. So Rihanna stays healthy, Isaac."
A breath like a thread burst through the blue bruised lips.
"Thank you....i really... and..."
Hot tears flowed from his body, which was dried up and bleeding. His body was so full that it was surprising that tears could still come out. Isaac, who had only been shedding tears because he had no energy to sob, struggled to open his mouth.
"Lian...... Knock. Cool!"
Dark red blood spurted out with a cough. Isaac groaned in pain. She was in a state where she could hardly speak. A new stain appeared on the duvet with blood spattered on it.
With a face that seemed to run out of breath at any moment, Isaac raised his trembling hand.
"Wealth, wealth, please..."
But just before the bloody hand reached, Estio swung his arm away. Isaac was desperate, with his hands outstretched in the empty air.
'Yeah, they're paid workers, so there's no reason to even listen to my request as I die in the garbage dump.'
It was the moment Isaac was about to close his eyes helplessly.
"Isak."
An indifferent voice, unable to feel any likes or dislikes, called him back. At the same time, he felt the warmth of his dry hands. Isaac was so startled that he woke up.
"If it's hard to say aloud, think of it in your head."
"Ah."
As soon as he raised his head, his dark blue eyes and eyes met face-to-face. Isaac didn't say anything and stared blankly into his eyes.
'Didn't this young man hurt his eye?'
Estio had removed the eye patch from her eyes. He was looking down at Isaac with his normal eyes. Although dark blue eyes were not a particularly rare color in the Empire, Isaac felt a mysterious feeling and could not take his eyes off him.
At that moment, the other person's voice was heard in his head, not his ears.
"What do you want me to tell Rian?"
"......!"
Isaac took a short breath. The voice that resounded like a cave in his head was a mystery he had never experienced in his entire life. But looking into those eyes, I didn't think it was scary. Isaac went back to earnestness again.
'To my son, Rihanna.'
He thought of the story he wanted to tell over and over again, as if he were writing a letter.
'Tell me about my death.'
I didn't want my one and only child to go through an endless wait. So Isaac wanted to announce his life and death.
'If you ask me how he died, tell me. I didn't force myself to be taken away, I chose by myself, and I served with allegiance to Lubarzan until the moment I died.'
The thoughts that Isaac had now were being heard by everyone in the house. Knowing that he was not forcibly taken out, Estio and his party were a little stunned.
'I did not regret it until the moment I died, but in the end, there was only one regret left.'
Isaac couldn't stop crying silently as he delivered the wind.
'It's just that I can't go back to my children as a father. Please tell me I love you. please.'
"Okay. I'll stop by Rainville on the way home and tell you about it."
Enduring the pain of rotting flesh, the strength gradually drained from the body that had been holding up.
"thanks......."
'thank you.'
With all his might, Isaac came up with the story he wanted to tell his son, and was silent for the last time to say thank you.
After a while, he died without even closing his eyes. The janitor who came in to clean up his body clicked his tongue, asking how could he close his eyes, leaving his children behind.
As if he had been waiting for Estio to come, when he saw Isaac, who had died, he confessed his feelings and didn't say anything.
It was the bitter and comfortable death of a ranger who believed in the imperial family and devoted allegiance to it, but was destroyed and dumped in a garbage dump.
Before leaving the house, Estio thought about whether to wear the eye patch again.
'Now it seems that control is slowly returning.'
A little while ago, the thoughts of the people around me did not flow randomly, but I could designate and read the inner thoughts of the person I wanted. Of course, there was a mistake in which everyone in the party observed the conversation friendly, but it seemed to be able to be controlled to some extent.
Meanwhile, there was an uneasy atmosphere outside the house.
"You're a new guest."
"I heard you're from the Ignis Guild."
There were a lot of eyes on them who visited Isaac's house. The vagrants, who found a prey that seemed likely to make money, roamed around like swarms of hungry hyenas.
"What is that beast?"
"I had a chain around my neck."
"Are you a pet?"
The people nodded and pointed to Neju, who was guarding the door with a gentle face. The white-haired monkey, who squatted with a chain around his neck, and licked his lips, looked supremely docile.
"Let's steal and sell."
Residents living in garbage dumps have no conscience or morals. In the beginning, it was a life of hiding like a mold growing under the light.
In this garbage dump, if the owner stole a pet or robbed a wagon while the owner was away, he could not complain anywhere. Leaving something behind is as stupid as advertising to steal it.
Even the owner's belongings were robbed by robbery, but it was a very peaceful thing to steal. In the trash, it didn't matter whether the opponent was a noble or an influential guild member. Unlike Yangji, who is afraid of the law and retaliation, in the shade, nothing will protect them anyway.
Wanderers crept in to steal the belongings of unsuspecting guests visiting the capital's garbage dump for the first time.
whip profit.
Someone blew a whistle. It was a signal that signaled the hunt.
Neju, who was crouching, raised her head and looked around, but there was no visible movement. Meanwhile, from the other side of her, her sharp weapon flew at Neju's back.
Kwajik!
The cutlery, which had been deflected with a short drive, was lodged in the board. Dodging her attack, Neju opened her eyes and pulled out the weapon that had been embedded in her wooden plank. He was a very powerful white-haired monkey, so it came out without much effort.
It was a very rusty iron skewer.
