Chapter 22
“I don’t trust slum dwellers like you.”
“…”
…What is he trying to say?
I kept my hand on the handle of the knife at my waist and looked into Castro’s piercing gaze. He must not have liked my attitude as he raised an eyebrow slightly before speaking as if spitting out his words.
“The slum dwellers are those who have been spoiled by the ‘nothingness’ of their environment and have abandoned their mettle to live an honest life. That’s why they resort to crime as natural as breathing, and betray others just from the slightest greed even when they are given a job. How can you trust someone like that?”
“…”
When I didn’t react to his words and didn’t avert my gaze, Castro clicked his tongue silently and turned away.
“I’ll only give you that knife and the job. Your post is this way.”
“…Understood.”
The thin knife that Castro threw…a needle dagger? I pulled it out of the ground and followed him.
Among the slum dwellers, there were some like the Gil and Shuri siblings, who had no parents and were forced to live there. Likewise, there were also hopeless adults, like that drunkard who robbed those two of their money.
An aspect of the slums was that they served as a receptacle for people who couldn’t live a normal life. To understand the truth, one must look at it from multiple perspectives, not just one.