âOkay then, why donât you guide us to your house?â
âAs if I will! What more are you going to do to my younger brother!â
The young man resisted desperately, but he couldnât escape out of Zichâs sturdy arms. He tried to throw punches at Zichâs face, but Zich avoided them with minimum movements or used his other hand to block.
The scuffling went on for a while, but in the end, the young man gave up while panting with his reddened face. Thus, Lubella intervened. She was still kneeling on the floor.
âWe have no intention to do your brother any harm. We truly want to solve the problems that are going around the city right now. Besides, I might be able to heal your younger brother.â
âYou want me to believe that?â
Words about Zich and Lubellaâs deeds had spread throughout the whole city, and their not-so-great first meeting made the young man doubtful of them.
Zich added, âHey, itâs understandable why you canât trust us. I will lay out the facts so that you can think about your situation more clearly. Isnât your younger brother in a really bad condition? He probably isnât hurting in a specific area, but he keeps getting weaker as if he is moving closer towards death.â
The young manâs pupils shook.
âNo matter how much he eats, he loses weight and has a hard time walking. In the end, he can only lie on the bed. But even thatâs only for a short while, because he will die soon.â
ââŚâ
The young man didnât respond, but his tightly gripped fist proved that Zichâs words were correct.
âEven if you donât guide us to him, your younger brother will die. Even if you work hard selling goods, how likely will you be able to save your brotherâs life? Shouldnât you try to grasp even a strand of hope in a situation like this?â
Zichâs words were like a demonâs temptations, and the young man bit his lips.
* * *
The young man guided Zich and Lubella to a house in the slums. Like the place they were staying in, the house was worn-out, shabby, and smelly.
âIt must be him.â
A young boy was sleeping on a bed made out of a rotting pile of straw underneath him and a dirty straw mat over him. It didnât look like the boy was diseased. His complexion looked alright, and his breathing was normal. However, the boy was extremely emaciated and bony like a mummy; and even while considering the fact that the slumsâ residents didnât get enough nutrients, the boyâs condition was extreme.
âYes, Lady.â
The young man, Timmy, answered Lubellaâs question. Timmy was still wary of the two, but as if he thought he should get along with them to help his younger brother, his tone and speech had become polite.
Without hesitation, Lubella placed her hand on the boyâs chest. Timmy flinched but didnât stop Lubella.
âHowâs his condition?â
âItâs as we expected.â
Lubella took her hand off the boy and answered Zich.
âI almost canât feel any of his life force. Instead, I can feel Belluâs dirty energy. What we thought was right. This boy is the sacrifice.â
âSacrifice? My brother is a sacrifice?â
Timmy hurriedly hung onto Lubella, but Lubella wavered. She was hesitant to tell the dark truth to the boyâs older brother. Thus, Zich came forward in her place.
âI will explain it to you simply. Some guys spread the undead in this city and falsely charged us with those crimes. They are the Bellid guys. You know about them, right? And those guys sucked away your brotherâs life force to complete a ritual. Thankfully, they didnât take enough to kill your brother, but that can happen any moment now.â
A bunch of gigantic schemes and conspiracies had just been revealed to him, but Timmy wasnât curious about that.
âT-then what? Can my brother get better?â
âYeah, of course.â
With her head lowered and her heart filled with guilt, she asked in surprise, âReally?! Is there really a way for him to get better?â
Even she didnât know how to cure a person whose life force was taken away from them.
âYes, there definitely is one.â
âH-howâŚ?â Timmy pitifully asked as if he had thrown away all of his wariness about the two.
âItâs simple. We just have to give back the life force that your brother lost. Then, as you can expect, we just have to know where your brotherâs life force went.â
Zichâs voice changed slightly.
âHow did your brother become like thisâdoes anything come to mind? Like where he went or who he met before he collapsed.â
âSomeone comes to my mind.â
âOh, really?â
Timmy seemed sure, and Zich and Lubella got their hopes up.
âThatâs good, buddy. You just increased the chances of your brotherâs survival. So, tell us. Where? Or who?â
âThat bastard, Sude.â
âWho?â
âThe bastard, Sude. You know, the guy you helped us beat up. That bastard.â
âWhat?â
Lubella spoke up unintentionally while listening to their conversation.
Timmy looked at Lubella. He had a lot of anger on his face, and Lubella dipped her neck.
âIâm saying, itâs that shopkeeper bastard you saved!â Timmy shouted.
Zich quickly covered Timmyâs mouth. For Zich and Lubella, who were in hiding, it wasnât good to make a commotion. Thankfully, Timmy didnât shout after that, but even as Zich blocked Timmyâs mouth with his hands, Timmy continued to glare at Lubella.
âHey buddy, letâs calm down. We have to move secretly. That will be better for your brother. You understand, right?â
Timmy nodded, and Zich took his hand away.
âThen, explain to us. Keep in mind that you will increase your brotherâs chance of survival the more details you give us.â
ââŚIt happened ten or so days ago. That day, I also came back after making money. I donât know about you guys, but for us, if we rest even one day, we will starve. I canât rest even if my brotherâs condition is like this.â
Timmy wiped down his brotherâs forehead. Maybe because the boy felt a familiar hand, a smile formed on his face after a bit of tossing and turning; it was a touching scene, but the boyâs stick-skinny body actually made the scene look more pitiful.
âI was a bit late that day because there was some work that made good money.â
Timmy had come home with a sack that was fuller than usual. But the satisfaction he got from feeling the sackâs heavy touch didnât last long.
âMy younger brother wasnât at home. He was always home by the time I came back from work because I told him that he has to stay inside the house at nighttime.â
Of course, Timmy went to look for his brother. In the slums, where it wasnât an exaggeration to say law and order didnât exist, all kinds of thoughts filled Timmyâs head. However, he didnât give up; his brother was his only family.
âI wandered around the slums for a long time until I found my brother in an open area.â
However, his younger brother wasnât the only one there. There was a man wearing a mask.
âMy younger brother was lying on the floor, and the man was crouching over him.â
The man was sticking something into his younger brotherâs arm. Timmy could still remember it vividly as the chilling and terrifying blade glinted under the moonlight.
âI didnât even have the time to think. I lunged towards the man while screaming. The man was surprised, but I was faster than him, and we got entangled in a fight.â
The fight had continued. Although Timmyâs skills were superior to the manâs, he had to watch out for the manâs knifeâit prolonged the fight and Timmy eventually lost the man.
âBut I still succeeded in taking that manâs mask off.â
Timmy distinctly remembered the face revealed by the moonlight.
âTo look for ways to make money or even beg sometimes, I went to the shopping and business district many times. And there, I was especially familiar with one person.â
âAnd that guy must be Sude.â Zich continued for him.
Without even having the time to chase after Sude, Timmy had checked his brotherâs state first. He examined his brotherâs arm which had been pierced by a knife, but it was strange.
âThere wasnât a trace of blood or even a single scratch. And my younger brother woke up soon afterward. I was relieved. I just thought that my brother almost got mixed up in a kidnapping that happened in the slums, and I had just imagined the knife. But after that incident, my brother lost energy and fainted. And he began to change into this, as you can see.â
Timmy looked at his younger brother pitifully.
âEven if I somehow found some food and fed him, it was useless. I thought I was going out of my mind since it didnât seem like he was hurting anywhere, but he kept getting weaker. Like you said, it was as if his life force was getting sucked away.â
Then, he remembered the man who had attacked his brother and the manâs chilling dagger.
âA dagger that didnât leave a mark after piercing into a person. I thought it had to be a rare item, and it could explain my brotherâs strange condition.â
As expected, Timmy had gone to look Sude; since Sude was someone he knew, it wasnât hard to find him. But there wasnât anything he could do. The Magistrate didnât care for poor people like him, and their opponent was a member of society unlike them.
âBut I couldnât stand by when I thought of my younger brother. So, in the end, I thought of resolving things by force.â
âYou must have met me then.â
âYes, I thought I should take the guyâs dagger first. Then, I thought I could use it to trade for information about curing my brother. I also thought that even if the guy refused to tell us anything, in the end, the Magistrate might do something with a piece of evidence like that.â
Timmy stopped talking for a moment and glared at Lubella again.
âBut some virtuous person ruined everything.â
âI-Iâm sorry. I misunderstoodâŚâ
âMisunderstood?â
Timmyâs voice was sharp.
âWhy? Was it because we were one-sidedly beating him up? Or was it because we were people from the slums? Or because I was a gangster bastardâs son? In your eyes, did you just see us as the strong and the guy as the weak? So, were you certain that we must have been in the wrong?â
Timmyâs voice started to grow louder and louder.
âBecause of your great misunderstanding, my younger brotherâŚ!â
âOk, ok, buddy, stop it. Letâs calm down.â
Zich patted Timmyâs shoulders.
âDonât criticize her too much. As you said, the Lady has only lived a refined, protected life and hasnât experienced much. Besides, she is aware of her faults and is trying to fix them too. And that is a surprisingly difficult thing to do.â
Timmy suppressed his anger.
Lubella couldnât make a single retort, and each of Timmyâs resentful words pierced the corners of her heart.
* * *
With the clue about Sude, Zich and Lubella went out of Timmyâs house.
Timmy even saw them off from his houseâs door.
âI beg you. Please cure my younger brother.â As if his emotions had calmed down, Timmy talked politely again.
âYes, even if I have to swear it on my life, we will succeed.â
Maybe because Lubella felt a sense of debt towards Timmy, she showed fierce determination. Timmy stared at Lubella for a moment and nodded. Zich and Timmy also exchanged greetings.
âHey, buddy. Thank you for your cooperation. Donât worry too much. Your brother will get better soon.â
âI really beg you.â
âOf course. But I am curious about one thing. Surprisingly, you donât seem to resent me. Is there a reason for that?â
Zich had ignored Timmy when Lubella first appeared in the alleyway. It could be said that Zich had betrayed Timmy. However, Timmy surprisingly didnât show particular hostility towards Zich, and there was a clear difference in his attitude between Lubella and Zich.
âAh, you mean that.â Timmy hesitated for a bit and said with embarrassment, âYou were the first one besides my friends⌠who wanted to help me for no reason at all. Help us, who our own parents abandoned. Thatâs probably why I canât really feel hostile to you.â
Why? Zichâs face froze like a bird hit by a bird gun.
âWhatâs the matter?â
âNo, itâs nothing.â
Timmy looked at him strangely. But Zich didnât say much, and Timmy didnât ask further.
âAnyways, did you guys really not kill Mr. Mayor and the Deputy Mayor? Or cast a great curse on the city?â
Even though his mind had only been focused on his younger brother, Timmy began to collect his senses and asked questions. It was also strange that Timmy added âMrâ before only the Mayor, but Zich answered him.
âIf you know the truth, you will be in danger. Itâs better for you not to know.â
âThen, just tell me if Mr. Mayor is dead or not.â
âHe died.â
Zich thought this much was fine to tell Timmy, but Lubella thought, âWhy did Timmy show interest in only the Mayor? Was he happy that the greedy Mayor was dead?â
However, Timmyâs response was completely unexpected.
âThatâs regretful. He was a good person.â
âSorry?â Lubella was surprised. âA good person? The Mayor?â
âYes, he was too good of a person, making it hard to believe that he was from this greedy city.â
âBut the rumors about him werenât really greatâŚâ
Timmy scowled.
âDid you hear them from merchants or people related to them? Those people dislike the Mayor because the Mayor tried to help poor people like us with the cityâs taxes. Of course, most of the merchants werenât happy about that. And unfortunately, since the merchants have a strong voice in this city, rumors about Mr. Mayor naturally grew bad.â
âBut the Mayorâs lifestyle was extravagant and wasteful, and his house was so big. Itâs hard to see him as a person like that! He looked greedy too!â
âWhat are you talking about?â Timmy spat out in an annoyed voice, and Lubella closed her mouth. In her confused state, Lubella looked like a dying tree, struggling to hold onto its center.
âWhy does it matter that his lifestyle was extravagant, or his house was big, or he was wasteful? As someone who was in charge of the city, he was also a successful merchant. Although it can make some feel jealous, it doesnât matter what he does with his own money. In addition to that, he always donated to the poor. Among all the merchants in this damn city, he was the only one who spent money on the poor and cared about us. And what do you mean that he looked greedy! What does oneâs character have to do with their looks?â