45 – Lawless Land Requitas (5)
Isha woke up around noon the next day.
As she was leisurely playing chess with Sirien, she heard a cry inside her.
She had good timing. She was on the verge of losing her 7th game in a row to Sirien, but thanks to her, she ended up losing her 6th game in a row.
If she is a saint, she must be merciful.
Sirien still had no mercy when it came to winning.
I think she might win if she does a little better…….
She knocked briefly and went in to find Isha sitting quietly on the bed.
She didn’t even untie the loose rope, so she untied it herself.
Sirien followed and sat down next to Isha.
“Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes, thanks.”
“Thank goodness. Still, don’t overdo it for a while. It won’t be completely better. “The God I worship has no talent for healing.”
“If you say you are a god…… “You were a priest after all.”
After gently touching her side where she had hurt herself yesterday, Isha raised her body.
The girl standing directly in front of us bowed solemnly.
“I was late in saying thank you because I was busy yesterday. “Thank you so much for saving my life.”
I didn’t just save you. “It’s because we want something too.”
“I know. “What can I do for you?”
Sirien and I made eye contact for a moment.
What we would ask of Isha was decided.
“Let’s start by first listening to the circumstances. “Can I eat?”
There was no need to hear the answer.
As soon as I finished speaking, Isha’s stomach growled.
Sirien giggled, her red face turning to the floor.
“I think I can eat it. Let’s go.”
“Yes… ….”
Crescent Moon was a guild that handled information from all over the empire.
Then, how does this guild gather information?
Unlike modern times where science and technology have developed, almost everything in this world was done through people.
No matter how great a noble or imperial family they were, they needed human hands to survive.
In particular, the larger the family, the more people are connected to it. The information Crescent Moon deals with comes from the mouths of such people.
Interesting information, even if it’s trivial. Or, if there was information that seemed valuable, the price was generously paid.
Commoners who were always busy with work wanted money, and wealthy nobles needed information.
Crescent Moon had branches throughout the empire and made money by selling information to people or keeping it secret.
“That sounds plausible. Well, I heard there are some people who use it. “People who sell it when they know something.”
“If you get caught, you’ll be in trouble.”
“If I could catch them, I would kick them out, but it’s not easy. We alone counted the number of people entering and leaving the castle by the hundreds. “You can’t chase after those people one by one.”
Isha glanced at Sirien.
Throughout this empire, there were not many families with triple-digit users.
He seemed curious about Sirien’s identity, but the question never came out of his mouth.
Sirien rested her chin on her table.
The fork clicked and picked up a piece of cheese.
She was quite satisfied, saying it was the first time in a long time that she had food worth eating.
“Even if it were me, I wouldn’t crack down on each and every employee. Because that’s impossible. But I think we can do everything we can to destroy the place where information is purchased.”
“…… Yes that’s right. “Most of our customers were nobles, but on the other hand, it was also the nobles who attacked us.”
“The problem is that I was overly competent. “Rather than Crescent Moon, who knows too much, a rat who only talks about money is easier to use.”
In short, that was it.
Ever since the creation of nobles in this world, nobles have always been involved in anything that makes money.
The same goes for the ecology of Requitas. There must have been nobles who looked after the people and took money.
No. Is it simply that it exists? At some point, it may have become a proxy war for the nobles.
The Crescent Moon that once divided Requitas was no exception.
Although he grew up with the support of nobles, he grew so much that he became a thorn in his eyes.
Coincidentally, there were some that were good to use instead of the crescent door.
“So who is the noble who supported you?”
“It’s a bit hard to even say that… ….”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, right? “They must have been like this because support was cut off.”
“But there is such a thing as trust.”
Sirien’s eyebrows narrowed.
“I didn’t help you at all while you were being pushed to such an extent?”
“That’s not betrayal. I understand what betrayal is after experiencing it properly. It was a truly horrible experience. So, I don’t want to be the first person to betray.”
“That’s a good word.”
Come to think of it, Isha kept her faith until the moment of her death.
When Isha was cut by the Sword Saint, she did not die instantly. The Sword Master’s strong vitality had become a misfortune.
And the female protagonist, Alice, is a saint of light. The inquisitors, with their eyes bright, rushed at her for attempting to murder her saint.
I suffered terrible and cruel torture. So much so that the Sword Master could not bear the aftereffects and died.
Being tortured to death in a temple where healing arts could be used meant that the mind, not the body, was broken.
Nevertheless, Isha kept her silence.
It was clear that she would not open her mouth in any way even now.
“Think carefully. “Are you really sure you weren’t betrayed?”
“Yes?”
“You may not be able to pass for a gutter rat, but the nobles who sponsored you are different. You can change the ship as much as you want if you think it has reached the end of its usefulness. “Are you sure you weren’t betrayed?”
“I’m not sure yet. But there is no evidence that you were betrayed.”
“Ha, yes. “If it doesn’t work out, let’s move on for now.”
Sirien did not interrogate Isha further. She felt bad that her hands were shaking, and she didn’t want to force it since she had also been betrayed.
The question that Sirien asked next was something I had not even thought about.
“Why is the rat looking for you?”
“Yes? “Of course it’s because my dad is the head of Crescent Gate, isn’t it?”
“It can’t be just that. There is no need to go all the way in search of bloodlines since it is not about legitimacy like the royal family. “It’s not like I’m a cause for concern because I ran away without an escort.”
“Isn’t it because of resentment? “You want to set an example?”
“Requitas has no opponents anymore, so why bother? “If you have won so completely, it would be more rational to appear like a benevolent ruler.”
Isha was betrayed by her childhood friend.
It is not easy to make her betray others. Whether it is identifying a weakness or appeasing it, it is a cumbersome and labor-intensive task.
Even after doing such a troublesome thing, the rats released people and were looking for Isha.
This was an obsession. An obsession with finding Isha.
She must have a reason to catch Isha, even if it means roasting and boiling her childhood friend.
Isha seemed to have no clue.
Then we’ll find out.
“Crescent Moon was a guild that dealt with information.”
Sirien was lost in thought.
I decided to quietly wait for Sirien.
Because Sirien was much better at using his head than I was.
In the original work, she was the villainess who served as the final boss with me.
My saint did not abandon her faith either.
“It’s information from all over the empire, so people won’t be able to remember it all. Then, of course, it would have been recorded and stored somewhere, but important things would have been classified separately, right? “Who knows where the archive is?”
“Only my father and some employees knew about it. “I don’t think any of our employees survived.”
“This was it.”
* * *
When the Gutter Rats first launched as an organization, in fact, they were not even aware that they were an organization.
Just a derogatory term to call themselves. And in reality, it was just a name given as a way of self-deprecation after seeing the reality of living in a place like a gutter.
So the gutter rats’ base was really near the old sewer.
Now it has become a place where you can enjoy all kinds of pleasures, but in the past, it was a space infested with rats and bugs.
A secret room in deep darkness. Only the red lights gave off a faint glow.
The sensational red color shimmered with cigarette smoke.
Around that time, I heard a woman’s voice whining at the foot of her knees.
A man. Milan lit the pipe. With a short sigh.
“Ha.”
His hand was stroking the woman’s hair, but her eyes were looking elsewhere.
Where the cold gaze was directed, a man in all physical condition was kneeling on his knees.
An angry voice came out.
“Did I give a difficult order?”
“Oh, no.”
“Or was my support lacking?”
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“That’s not it either.”
“Yes. But it’s such a strange thing. It wasn’t a difficult order, and we had plenty of support, but the loser b*tch ran away. “Three of the guys you sent died?”
White smoke came out of his mouth.
It was a very strong scent. The smoke scattered in the air swayed dreamily.
The women in this cave seemed to be drunk in a dream. As the man stood up, a shy female body writhed on the floor.
“Whoa. Where do you guess?”
“I’m sorry. It disappeared without even a trace. “We searched all over the city, but we couldn’t find it.”
“Did you really find everything?”
“Yes. Really. “I searched everywhere except the south, but I couldn’t find any traces of it anywhere.”
“Then we didn’t find everything.”
The man chuckled.
Mylan reached out his thick, scarred hand and placed it in his subordinate’s mouth.
“Useless guy. “Now I will find it myself.”
“Huh? Kwaaak-kwaaak!”
That day, a chinless corpse was thrown into the gutter.