I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God Chapter 505

Episode 505

“What? Isn’t that Sister Razbeth?”

Arts looked surprised as he looked at Verita standing behind him.

Come to think of it, we were acquainted.

So, two years ago, before I left for the south, I called Verita to my hometown to treat the iron-blooded worm that had eroded my instrument… … .

At that time, I greeted my brothers and sisters who had gathered at my hometown, so I was able to get to know them at least to some extent.

But Verita ignored Arts’s pretense of knowing and asked me.

“Brother. I think I heard something strange just now… … .”

“You misheard. Our Arts hyung sometimes does that. Sometimes his tongue gets numb and his pronunciation becomes unclear… … He’s suffering from such a pitiful disability at such a young age, and oh my. It seems like the symptoms have come back now… … Right, hyung?”

“What are you talking about?”

I raised my fist quietly and spoke again.

“…yes?”

Then, Arts, who was startled, spoke in a pronunciation that sounded like his jaw joint had been dislocated.

“Ma, the taste is delicious… … . Ga, the green onion is delicious… … .”

Judging from the pronunciation, it seemed like he was saying, “The youngest is right. Sometimes that happens.”

Even the picky Arts hyung couldn’t resist the youngest’s cute request… … As I let out a sigh with a relieved expression, Verita spoke.

“How could that be? You said clearly and distinctly that the orphans were trying to poison your brother.”

“… … .”

Arts’s dedicated acting became useless in a single second.

Useless kid.

When I glared at Arts, he made a look of resentment, but I ignored him and spoke.

“So where are those guys?”

“stadium.”

“I’ll be there soon, so you go first.”

“I get it.”

After Arts nodded and left first, I spoke to Verita first as if I was the first to beat her.

“What he said is true.”

“Are you saying that those ignorant bastards poisoned my brother?”

“The tone may be a bit aggressive, but the overall context is similar.”

“I see. So, should we just go ahead and execute them? But who will be the executioner…?”

If I hadn’t decided yet, I would have raised my hand and said, “Verita… …!”

“… … .”

I looked into this guy’s face for a moment, observing it.

Yesterday I had a conversation with the Demon King, the Awakening King.

It’s not a one-sided conversation where both parties just talk nonsense, but a conversation where one party speaks and the other party responds.

The reason we were able to have a conversation was because there was a foundation of understanding.

I understood the King of Awakening’s thoughts.

It wasn’t easy to admit it, but the King of Awakening understood me.

But what about the Verita in front of you?

Even though we’re both human, I still don’t fully understand this guy.

Isn’t that why the conversation keeps going astray and you get tired every time you talk?

The biggest discrepancy was that Verita herself acted as if she understood me perfectly.

This kind of delusion does nothing to maintain or develop a relationship.

It will build up and build up until it explodes at the most unwanted time.

And when that explosion happened, I couldn’t predict how this guy would move.

Since I have a tendency to ask questions when I don’t know something, I looked at Verita and asked her directly.

“If I tell you that I won’t execute those guys.”

“yes.”

“What are you going to do?”

“… … .”

Verita’s face became deeply troubled by my words.

He even closed his eyes and assumed a posture as if he were praying.

I was taken aback by this sudden appearance, but I waited for an answer without showing it.

After a while, Verita opened her eyes and her left pupil shone unusually brightly.

“… If that is your will, brother, then of course I must follow it.”

“… … .”

Her tone was calm, and she even had a faint smile on her face… … .

I could easily sense that Verita had a faint dissatisfaction with my judgment.

First, he nodded and said.

“You go first. Go and see how I punish you. If you have any complaints, we can talk about it later.”

“All right.”

Verita nodded and left.

I sighed as if a strange storm had swept through, and Domenico, who had been watching from the side, said.

“… I think I’ve caught a glimpse of why only you can control Verita. I thought it was because you’re a priest, but I wasn’t.”

“what do you mean?”

“It meant that this was the first time I had seen someone who wasn’t afraid of clashing with her.”

“What is there to be afraid of? I won’t be pushed around by my bad temper wherever I go.”

While Domenico burst into a breathless laugh, I shook my head once and said:

“By the way, there’s something I’d like you to prepare for me.”

“What?”

When I told Domenico what I needed, he tilted his head and said:

“It’s not hard to find, but why all of a sudden?”

I answered, picturing the stadium at the end of the hallway.

“You’ll know it when you see it.”

* * *

A stadium I visited again.

The stadium, which had been a mess of blood and corpses, was now fairly clean, and several people were gathered in the center.

They were the reinforcements from Badniker who came to help me. I could see my brothers and Kayan too.

And there were several familiar faces, kneeling in the center of the stadium.

I expected it to be a vendetta, but I was surprised to see his friends Mook, Ares, Terik, and even his younger sister Clara on his left and right in the same pose.

Ares looked even more surprised when he saw me, and his already large eyes opened even wider.

“uh……!”

“…Be quiet.”

Terik, who was next to him, poked Ares hard in the side and gave him a hint. It seemed like he was telling him to please be aware of it at least for now.

Ares, who had been trembling, lowered his head again.

Meanwhile, I arrived at the stadium and looked at each of the guys who had their heads bowed like prisoners.

“… … .”

“… … .”

In fact, I have never in my life reprimanded someone so openly.

It was strange that, even though this was not a badnikker, an atmosphere was formed that made it seem like a public trial was being held.

While I was wondering how to open the conversation… … .

Vendetta said, banging his head.

“I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. If you want me to die, I’ll kill myself here. If you want me to be a slave for the rest of my life, I’ll do it. So please, show me a little mercy. Please forgive my brother and my friends. I had nothing to do with this. I planned it all myself.”

That was a very vendetta-like remark.

Before I could answer, Ryzen, who had dragged a chair all the way to the stadium and was sitting on it, spoke.

“Yeah. It’s your fault.”

“… … .”

“But aren’t you the leader of that group?”

“yes?”

“Even if childhood friends gather together and play war games, a hierarchy is formed and a leader is created. This is an inevitable trend. And the leader’s wrong judgment determines the fate of the group.”

Ryzen, sitting upside down on his chair, rested his chin on the back of the chair and grumbled.

“Why didn’t you act more carefully? It’s your fault that your friends are dying here today.”

Vendetta’s face quickly turned pale.

He was indifferent to his own death, but he seemed unprepared for his friends’ deaths.

“I have committed a mortal sin. Please let me alone take responsibility for it… … .”

“You’re playing.”

Arts laughed.

“Do you think that you can pay for touching Badniker with the life of an orphaned commoner? Do you think your own worth is that high? You should consider yourself lucky. If the lord had known about this, every human related to you in Ulka would have been torn to pieces and killed. It doesn’t matter that you’re an orphan. I would have found all your family and relatives, even those you didn’t even know about.”

The atmosphere was strangely cold.

First of all, it is an indoor space, but it feels colder than outside where winter rain pours down.

At least among those present I could not find anyone who defended Vendetta and his friends, and it seemed that they all thought that the principle of collective punishment should be applied.

I realized once again that this was a crazy family.

The old fool Luan Badnicker had thought this family custom was cool, but now it just seemed like a dud.

But it is true that this is a problem that cannot be overlooked.

First of all, I am also a cowherd and a badnik.

Badnikkers cannot be underestimated. They must not be underestimated. At least not until the demonic presence is eradicated from the continent.

As if to change the mood, I took out the water bottle that was stuffed into my waistband and shook it.

“What is this?”

“… It’s a poisoned water bottle.”

“Yes. How did I get lucky and not take a sip? It’s still intact. Judging by the size of the water bottle, it must be about five hundred millimeters long.”

I ordered the hounds.

“Do you have anything like a cloth? Something that can be used as a blindfold. If you have it, cover these guys’ eyes.”

“Oh, yes.”

Several of the hounds took out black cloths and covered the eyes of the five orphans.

The guys who were already trembling were even more scared when they covered their eyes.

That’s only natural.

In fact, blocking the view has long been the most effective means of creating fear, as well as a form of torture.

If you have a weak-willed person, you can just create an ominous atmosphere, blindfold them, and leave them alone for a day, and they’ll blow it all up.

Because few things are as scary as what you can’t see.

I took out the water bottle and spoke while deliberately making a rippling sound.

“There is a measure of poison. This means that any poison needs to be ingested in a certain amount to take effect. I personally found out that this poison won’t kill you if you don’t ingest a certain amount. However, even if you drink just a little bit, it’ll hurt terribly. It’s literally like having your limbs torn apart alive.”

“… … .”

Since he still seemed to have no idea what I was talking about, I got straight to the point.

“First, you all share this and drink it. The four of you, excluding Vendetta, drink it in turns first, and Vendetta takes care of the rest. This is my punishment.”

“… … .”

“Vendetta has to drink everything that’s left, but the guys in front don’t have to. Since they’re blindfolded, there’s no way to know who drank how much. You can even pass it on to the next person without even taking a sip. Hmm. Now that I think about it, I guess I’ll have to cover my ears too. Don’t you have any earplugs?”

“I will look into it.”

While Wolf, who seemed to be handling various items, was gone for a moment, Vendetta licked his lips and opened his mouth.

“If I drink first─”

“Be quiet.”

Vendetta shivered slightly as Kean warned him in a low voice and closed his mouth.

Didn’t they say lions don’t bark?

Strangely, Keian’s short words seemed to be more effective than Arts’ long speech and threats.

Anyway, I understand why Vendetta said that.

If it were your turn, you would probably drink all the water in the water bottle.

But I shook my head because that wasn’t what I wanted to see.

In the meantime, Wolf managed to get some earplugs and plugged the ears of the five orphans.

I spoke to the orphans who had become deaf and invisible.

“Let’s get started.”

At that moment, Domenico appeared silently on the field and handed me the five water bottles I had mentioned.

I nodded, then gestured to the hounds nearby and gave them each a canteen of water.

“… … .”

The hunting dogs, who understood my intentions, nodded and approached the five people, handing them each a bottle of water in turn.

“… … .”

I saw guys receiving water canteens with trembling hands… … .

Among them, the first to take action was Clara.

The guy opened his mouth wide and poured water as if he didn’t even need to think deeply.

While the hunting dogs around were amazed, the rest immediately sprang into action.

Vendetta poured the water canteen into his mouth, and Mook, Terik, and Ares followed suit, pouring the water into their mouths with the intention of emptying it all out.

“Coolook!”

Excluding Ares, who was drinking quickly, who gulped once and spilled a little, all five of them drank every drop of water in the water bottle.

I nodded and opened my mouth.

“Take it off again.”

The guys who had retrieved the blindfolds and earplugs looked at me with puzzled faces.

I took in the rest of the people in the stadium, one by one, not those guys.

I said this after seeing Keian, Arts, Ryzen, and finally Verita.

“This is the end of the punishment. Any disgruntled bastards, raise your hands.”

“… … .”

Not a single person raised a hand.