Chapter 4 : Chapter 4
Chapter 4. Under the Pale Moonlight (4)
Dead of night.
There were two men hiding their bodies near a small ferry dock.
“So, when my father was young, he once received help from smugglers here. He said something like this once. Rakshar, you know too, right? My father lining up tales of heroism from the past whenever he gets drunk.”
“T-That is so.”
“Back then, listening to Father’s words was so boring, but I didn't know it would be helpful like this.”
It was a lie.
It was true that Blanc’s father, Pallard Cadmus, had a drinking habit of lining up heroism tales he experienced in the past when he got drunk, but he never told a story related to smugglers even once.
Knowing that this ferry dock is a route used by smugglers was purely Blanc’s own knowledge.
Precisely, memory by regression known because he had experienced it once.
However, since he couldn't say 'I am actually a forty-year-old mercenary and I regressed' in front of Rakshar, he lured him here with a suitable lie.
Fortunately, since Rakshar was a person dark to the ways of the world, he could deceive him without much suspicion.
“Young Master.”
“I heard it too.”
A group that appeared as if popping out from the darkness with a rustling sound.
‘Seems they even dug a tunnel.’
Befitting the reputation of a Free City, all kinds of illegal businesses that shouldn't be revealed to the world were happening as if nothing in this city.
These smugglers too.
They were those smuggling gold.
Things with high value like gold or silver were things that had to be strictly managed by laws set by the country.
Especially since gold or silver were even made into currency and circulated, if these weren't controlled properly, the economy itself collapsing would be instantaneous.
“Then do we just go to them now and ask them to give us a ride on the smuggling boat?”
‘Yeah right!’
Looking at Rakshar babbling such stupid sounds, Blanc lost even the energy to spit out a curse.
“Right. If we walk up boldly starting now and hand them some travel money, they’ll just give us a ride on the boat, right?”
“We used some money to get the inn room, will 8 silver be enough?”
Rakshar thrusting his face covered in grey fur and looking at him with sparkling eyes.
Although he could understand that there are many things he doesn't know since his only experience with society is the memory of begging when he was young, he didn't know he would be this stupid.
‘I thought his head was okay since he knows about the forest inside out…….’
It’s fine. Since he can just make decisions regarding all situations anyway.
The reason Rakshar is here right now is just one.
“You brought the bow and arrows well, right?”
“Yes. There are twenty shots in total.”
“Good job.”
The reason he is here is precisely military force.
The role of flying arrows on behalf of himself who still has a tender body.
‘Time for them to appear.’
About 1 hour since Blanc and Rakshar waited with bated breath.
The smugglers who were moving heavy chests holding small torches suddenly stopped all actions.
‘Here they come.’
And about 20 men suddenly appearing from the direction the smugglers were looking at.
“It’s a raid!”
“Raise weapons!”
The quiet ferry dock where only sounds of insects were heard turned into pandemonium in an instant.
“Young Master.”
“Wait.”
Judging by the lack of uniformity in their armed state, they were men looking closer to mercenaries than soldiers belonging somewhere.
“Kill them all!”
“Steal the gold!”
Mercenaries storming in instantly and starting to cut down the porters.
The smugglers also started resisting by taking out weapons, but they were few in number as they were moving secretly, and.
“Real bonanza bastards were here! It was definite information!”
Since they were mercenaries who came fully prepared, they were collapsing helplessly.
If it went like this, it was a situation where the smugglers being annihilated was a matter of time, but.
“Now!”
An arrow flying from the darkness pierced a mercenary’s glabella accurately.
Mercenaries intent on cutting down smugglers without knowing their colleagues were falling due to excitement from battle and greed for gold.
However, as arrows stuck into 3 mercenaries consecutively, the mercenaries felt something was strange.
“What is this!”
“It’s arrows!”
“Where are they flying from?”
“These guys must have called for reinforcements!”
Since arrows were flying from the darkness where nothing could be seen, the mercenaries had no way to respond.
“Don’t move! Just getting the direction where they fly from is enough!”
The one looking like the captain among them proposed a solution, but.
“Kuugh!”
“Kuh!”
Arrows flying from directions impossible to gauge.
Although it wasn't a perfect full moon, it was still a moon where the energy of the full moon remained.
Rakshar constantly moving with movements transcending human limits receiving the energy of that moon and flying arrows accurately.
“It’s not one guy!”
“Damn it! We’re caught! Everyone run!”
It was understandable for mercenaries to mistake that there were multiple people. Since Rakshar moved that secretly and quickly.
And Blanc could only spit out admiration watching such movement of Rakshar.
‘How resentful must he have been to be ambushed and die because of me despite possessing such skill.’
Perhaps if he hadn't been taken hostage in the past life, Rakshar might not have died.
“Young Master.”
Rakshar approaching Blanc letting out rough breaths as if he was tired nonetheless.
“Tired?”
“No.”
“Then that guy over there looking like the captain running panting…….”
“Yes.”
The figures of mercenaries running away losing their wits under the moonlight were seen.
“Let’s catch just that guy. If we stick an arrow around the knee, his colleagues won’t think of saving him…….”
Thwip!
Rakshar fired an arrow before Blanc even finished speaking.
Along with the sound of the arrow flying, a figure collapsing with a ‘thud’ was seen in the distance.
“……I think.”
Perhaps because wild nature was lingering receiving the moonlight energy, Rakshar had no hesitation in killing and injuring people.
Toward Rakshar shrugging his shoulders as if asking if this was enough, Blanc made a circle gathering his fingers telling him he did well.
“Good job. Rakshar.”
***
The smugglers who were a little over ten people now only had three remaining due to the mercenaries’ raid.
Even those three were not in a normal physical state due to sustaining minor injuries.
“Who are you?”
And there were two people walking out from the darkness in front of them.
“No need to know.”
The black-haired boy with cold eyes answered shortly.
Although he was a young boy who looked only about ten-something years old to anyone, the smugglers were already sufficiently feeling that these people were extraordinary.
Since it was certain they were the owners of the arrows shot accurately from the darkness.
“Rakshar. Move that captain bastard here.”
“U-Understood. Young Master.”
A huge build obeying the boy’s command faithfully…….
“W-Werewolf!”
“Crazy! Werewolf! Full moon werewolf!”
‘Though a half.’
If seeing Rakshar showing grey mane under the moonlight, anyone would have no choice but to think he is a werewolf.
Beings that eat children, rape virgins, and ridicule humans in the darkness.
Werewolves, monsters possessing both human intellect and monster’s wild nature, were beings people especially feared.
But what on earth is the boy who orders such a monster with a single word.
‘Demon! A demon.’
‘At least he’s not human.’
Although he couldn't figure out even inside the smugglers’ heads, Blanc, noticing they were in a state overwhelmed by them, decided to utilize this atmosphere as is.
“I want to use your route. I want to move without anyone knowing.”
“B-But we have no decision-making authority.”
Blanc frowning as smugglers showed intent of refusal.
As Blanc didn't hide his uncomfortable mood, the smugglers just reading his countenance. On top of that…….
Thump-!
“Ack! Fuck! It hurts!”
The smugglers even starting to hiccup as the mercenary captain, rolled up in ropes with an arrow stuck in his knee, was slammed onto the ground.
“Oh fuck! Do you know who I am!? I am famous…… Huh? W-What is this? It’s a werewolf!”
The mercenary captain freaking out seeing Rakshar’s appearance reflected in the moonlight.
“Rakshar, go bring Emilia. She’s probably crying alone in the inn room out of fear.”
“But Young Master, to leave the Young Master here alone…….”
“Rakshar.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Go. Don’t worry about me.”
Although Rakshar’s reason was paralyzed to some extent due to the wild nature given by the moonlight, that was why he could feel it better instinctively.
The huge madness hovering in Blanc’s eyes.
“I-I will be back.”
Rakshar leaving the spot in a hurry without even being able to reply properly due to the pressure Blanc gave.
As Rakshar left, what remained at the ferry dock were three smugglers, Blanc, and the mercenary captain tied in ropes.
“You! You! This young brat! What kind of guy are you!”
A boy handling a full moon werewolf with a single word.
The mercenary captain tried to reverse the atmosphere somehow by shouting curses at the boy with a bizarre atmosphere, but.
“This much should be good.”
Blanc, who was walking quietly among the corpses scattered dead, found a short scimitar on one of the corpses and gave a satisfied smile.
“You, you…….”
“You ask if I know who you are? Of course I know. Aren't you Batai, the captain of the Black Tooth Mercenary Corps?”
Mercenary Captain Batai speechless seeing the boy seeing through his identity in an instant.
However, that wasn't the end.
“The guy here is Larry, the guy here with big ears is Hardon, the guy here with one eye missing is Thomas…….”
Blanc correctly guessing names while turning over his squad members who became corpses one by one under the pale moonlight.
It was truly a grotesque sight.
“Demon…… He was really a demon.”
Even the smugglers watching that scene from behind couldn't even breathe properly at the madness-filled atmosphere Blanc exuded.
“W-Who are you?”
Batai treating Blanc with a polite attitude only now, but his fate was already decided.
“The name of the werewolf who just left is Rakshar.”
Batai blinking his eyes blankly unable to even think of daring to reply to Blanc’s words.
However, if looking closely, one could know that an emotion called fear was slowly blooming inside his eyes.
“This is…… so to speak, revenge for Rakshar.”
“W-What do you mean by that?”
Looking at Batai’s eyes shaking due to fear, Blanc grinned.
“From now on…… I will cut you thirteen times, and stab you nine times.”
Blanc speaking calmly that he will stab and cut him to kill him cruelly.
“Yes? Yes?”
“I’m thinking of starting from the lower body and going up slowly. At the end, I will tear off your left ear, and slowly insert this scimitar into your mouth, how is it? Doesn't it sound like dying painfully to anyone?”
Looking at Blanc stroking the scimitar smiling innocently as if just thinking about it was fun, Batai felt as if the world stopped for a moment.
“No, why? To that extent…… I don't remember doing anything to deserve your grudge! Please have mercy!”
Perhaps sensing his death already, Batai didn't beg to be saved. He just cried ‘waaa’ like a child asking for mercy.
“No.”
However, Blanc refusing firmly.
“You did that too. Painfully. To Rakshar.”
“What kind of dog shiiit is that! That son of a bitch is alive and wellll!”
***
“Rakshar! Save me!”
He should have told him to run away.
“L-Let go of the Young Master!”
Rakshar aiming his bow and aiming toward the mercenaries.
However, the number of mercenaries was large and the arrow was just one.
“How many of our kids did that fucker kill?”
“Killed 2 and injured three, but looks like the injured guys will have to retire?”
“Fuck! We have to carry out the big job tonight but what is this because of that retarded werewolf bastard!”
Batai spitting roughly and getting angry.
“You bastard, once caught I will separate your limbs. If you run away from here? Then I will disassemble this brat here!”
“Rakshar!”
“Y-Young Master!”
My loyal gamekeeper.
“Look! You crybaby bastard! Look at that son of a bitch who died because of you!”
The Half-Werewolf looking at the boy shedding tears of blood even while dying.
“I cut him thirteen times!”
I cut him thirteen times.
“Stabbed nine times!”
Stabbed nine times.
“Tore off the ear looking like a dog too!”
Tore off the ear looking like shit too.
“Do you know or not? If you ram it into the mouth slowly like this, you can feel the heartbeat sound through the sword!”
Right, your words are correct. Batai.
“I definitely feel it. The sound of the heartbeat.”
Second night of regression.
Under the distorted full moon.
Today Blanc finished the first revenge of this life.