FVN Chapter 304: Rainwales (2)
Chapter 304: Rainwales (2)
Chapter 304: Rainwales (2)
An awkward silence followed after I jumped out of bed and cursed.
It didn’t last long.
“Did you just say ‘fuck’ to me?”
Amelia asked, as if to confirm, and I hurriedly tried to smooth things over.
Of course, I didn’t apologize mindlessly.
This was important to me.
“Ahem, my name is Lee Hansu. Not Lee Hans.”
“So?”
“I would appreciate it if you could be careful with the pronunciation. You know, it’s a sensitive topic for me...”
I was worried that my favorability might decrease, but Amelia was surprisingly understanding.
“...Alright. I’ll be careful.”
She seemed to realize that she had crossed a line, although she didn’t understand why I was so sensitive about the pronunciation.
Okay, then that’s settled.
I took the opportunity to ask her something I was curious about.
“Um, Amelia.”
“Speak.”
“What did you mean earlier? About how the royal family might have known I was an evil spirit and turned a blind eye.”
It was a question I couldn’t ask before revealing my identity.
“It’s just a possibility for now.”
Amelia said cautiously, and then she shared her guess.
“If the royal family had ‘investigated’ you, they would have already discovered your identity.”
Hmm, that’s true.
Even I wouldn’t be able to hide it if they used a Numbered Item like the one we saw today.
But...
“I understand that, but how does that connect to them turning a blind eye? Wouldn’t it be more natural for them to just trust me completely?”
“Maybe. But you were the most famous hero in the city back then. I thought they might not have been able to touch you.”
Uh, I still don’t understand.
No matter how famous I was, I was just a small fry to the royal family.
“Explain in more detail.”
“Hmm, you have no sense for politics.”
Hey, can you please stop analyzing Lee Hansu?
Amelia chuckled and continued when I just stared at her.
“Think about it. A hero who risked his life to save his companions in the labyrinth, who fought a bloody battle against evil and returned alive with thousands of explorers. But that hero is an evil spirit? What kind of problem do you think that would cause?”
“Uh... chaos?”
“Right, chaos. After all, the royal family, along with the three churches, had been portraying evil spirits as evil beings that should be eradicated.”
Ah...
Now I understand.
Why she thought the royal family might have turned a blind eye even though they knew my identity.
“So evil spirits have to always be evil...”
“Fortunately, you’re quick to understand.”
I’m different from other evil spirits.
I helped my tribesmen to strengthen the weak barbarian tribe, and I even fought at the forefront of the Noark War.
So the royal family had to be careful.
If they executed me for being an evil spirit, the citizens would think...
He saved thousands of people?
And you’re killing him just because he’s an evil spirit?
“Of course, there wouldn’t be a riot even if they revealed your identity and executed you. It would be noisy for a while, and then it would die down. But...”
“The royal family wouldn’t want to set a precedent. That there might be evil spirits who could be beneficial to this world.”
“I’ll say it again, it’s just a guess.”
Although Amelia ended her explanation, I still felt uneasy.
It wasn’t just a baseless guess.
There was evidence. And the problem was that the evidence sounded plausible even to me.
‘Damn it, what if it’s true? Should I change my identity and go into hiding as soon as I return?’
That’s when, as my mind was racing with various thoughts...
“...Amelia, are you asleep?”
“I’m not. And call me Emily when we’re alone. I’ll also call you by your alias.”
“Uh, suddenly?”
“You might make another mistake in front of other people.”
She was talking about the time I beat up Bek’s gang.
“So it’s better to get used to it. We’ll be contacting the Lord’s faction soon, according to our plan.”
I dismissed my thoughts at her words.
Right, I wouldn’t be able to find a proper answer about the royal family in this time period anyway.
Let’s just focus on this.
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Amelia, who was skilled at navigating the local system, then asked the staff member for some information.
“How many ‘runners’ are available?”
Runners were those who entered the labyrinth at a young age and did all the dangerous work, like Zencia.
“There are currently thirteen.”
“Including those who are already in teams?”
“173.”
“I want to see them all.”
Amelia carefully read through the list the staff member gave her.
And she found the name she was looking for.
“I want to take these two.”
“The Rainwales sisters are already in a team, so that’s impossible...”
“You can at least contact their team. Tell them we’ll compensate them generously if they hand them over.”
“...Yes.”
That was the end of today’s business.
But Amelia took me to another place in the inner castle before we left.
It was a bar.
“A bar? There’s a place like this inside the castle?”
“It’s one of the benefits for those with access to the inner castle.”
“But why here...?”
I didn’t understand her intention since I had never seen her drink alcohol.
Not until I saw the bar’s sign.
[Rainwales]
It couldn’t be a coincidence that her last name and the bar’s name were the same.
“Aren’t you going in?”
“Ah, ah, uh...”
The interior was clean, and there weren’t many people since it was daytime. We took a table in the corner and ordered drinks and snacks.
And...
“.......”
“.......”
...we sat there in silence.
Hey, why did you bring me here if we’re not going to talk?
It seemed like a place with a story—
“Are you curious?”
I hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
“It’s not a very pleasant story.”
“You can’t just experience pleasant things in life.”
She said so and downed her drink.
Damn, that’s strong. And it tastes terrible.
Is this what a manly city like Noark is like?
“...Strange.”
“Huh?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
Amelia muttered and drank her alcohol.
Wow, what’s gotten into her? She even downed it in one gulp.
Was it a story that was difficult to tell when she was sober?
That’s when, as Amelia placed her empty glass on the table...
Kwaaang!
...I was startled.
I quickly turned my head towards the sound.
A man’s voice was coming from the kitchen.
“You ungrateful bitches!!”
His voice was filled with anger, and I soon heard something breaking.
A woman’s scream was mixed in with the sound.
Thwack! Thwack!
It was clear that violence was taking place in the kitchen.
But the few customers just looked on with indifferent expressions.
“The owner is beating up his daughter again.”
“Keke, those girls are pitiful. To have a father like that.”
What, owner? Daughter?
Then the one being beaten up is...
Whoosh.
I quickly looked at Amelia.
Her hand, which was holding her glass, was trembling.
It was too pitiful of a sight to just be old anger.