Episode 44: Fiancee (2)
Before long, the fortress built in Morgue came into sight.
Huge earthen walls stood in a circle, and watchtowers made of wood and iron were visible here and there.
Camu and Vikir were looking around the fort and talking about this and that.
“The barbarians are raiding ruby mines and plundering native slaves and crops. The reason slaves are taken is not to save their own people, but to sell them as slaves elsewhere.”
“yes. There are countless savage tribes, and they do not regard each other as kin. Therefore, he would not hesitate to sell criminals of the same tribe or prisoners of other tribes as slaves.”
“You know that. I’m glad I don’t have to ask stupid questions about why barbarians fight each other.”
Camus stretched out her hand and pointed to the mud wall in front of her.
“It’s a wall built by earth-type mages and iron-type mages for a month.”
The size of the walls was enormous.
If ordinary people made it, it would have taken a year instead of a month.
That would only be possible if hundreds of people rushed at it.
Bikir moved closer to the dirt wall.
Then strange things appeared.
Steel frames were embedded in a grid pattern inside the hardened earthen wall, and the reason Bikir could see them was because there was a hole in the wall.
The earthen wall was dotted with holes that looked like the surface of a biscuit.
Hundreds of them too.
Bikir took a good look at the size of the hole.
A hole about 3 cm in diameter.
“… … It is a trace of Balak.”
Bikir’s keen eye identified the famous savage tribes beyond the Red and Black Mountains.
Camus nodded.
“The Balaks are the most annoying. The arrows they shoot contain a powerful aura. Countless people were shot and killed while standing guard at night. They can pierce even a 2 to 3 meter thick earthen wall, so do you have the skills to overcome them?”
“It will be difficult to block even with shield magic. It flies so fast.”
“that’s right. So, my uncle almost got into trouble a while ago.”
Camus laughed.
Not too long ago, the Sorcerer’s Adolf said that he had been shot while searching for it himself.
“At that time, the arrow that penetrated the shield magic must have surprised my uncle. I got a big wound in my chest. Fortunately, his life was saved, but his pride seems to have been hurt.”
“Come to think of it, the head of the family also said that he had a similar experience. I heard that he suffered a wound on the bridge of his nose.”
Bikir recalled the scar on Hugo’s nose.
To injure Sword Master Hugo and 6th Class Master Adolf, Balak’s archery skills were indeed wary.
“It seems that even the barbarians have outstanding talents. Who is it?”
“I thought it was a woman. It was so far away that I couldn’t figure out his identity. Also, because they wear black paint on their faces, it is difficult to memorize them.”
Camus waved his hand annoyedly.
“anyway. Balaks are the most dangerous, even though there are only about 300 of them. Even though they are ten times fewer than the next most menacing rococos.”
The warlike tribe Balak.
They are savages who belong to neither one side nor the other, living leisurely, plundering and warring.
They have been moving rapidly eastward for unknown reasons in the past 7 years, and because of that, friction with Baskerville has increased.
Morgue, who had recently leased some of Baskerville’s territory for the development of ruby mines, was equally troubled by Ballack.
Camus opened his mouth looking at the sea of trees beyond the distant horizon.
“Even in Morgue, I’m keeping my senses sharp… … The raids of the barbarians are so stealthy that it’s not easy to spot them. Besides, we have a gap in the border about once a month, so I want it.”
“A gap?”
Bikir asked, and Kamyu furrowed her eyebrows.
“Morgue is a matrilineal society, so the percentage of women is overwhelmingly high. All the wizards who stand guard are women.”
“But what does that have to do with gaps?”
“… … That’s like once a month or so. Because it has magic.”
“Are you sorcerers?”
When Vikir asked back, Kamyu opened his mouth for a moment, then laughed.
“You have a secretly stupid corner this way, don’t you?”
“… … ?”
“good. I like it. What can a man do when he’s smart? Bonus points!”
Bikir was able to understand the meaning of Camus only after receiving several blows on the shoulder.
Right then.
“Second Fortress Chief!”
There was a person who was looking for Camus from afar.
A sorceress hurriedly ran and prostrated herself in front of Camus.
“The dark party’s search party captured a savage scout!”
It seemed that prisoners had been taken.
* * *
The man who was tied up with a rope and dragged was a brown-skinned man with black hair.
By checking the tattoos on his body, Bikir was able to guess the tribe.
‘He’s from the Rococo, a tribe of shamans.’
I don’t know how he got caught here, but his fate has already been decided.
Morgue Camus.
It was because she was facing the prisoner with a terrifying aura on her face.
“Did you dig up the information?”
Then, the wizards next to him panicked.
“I won’t open my mouth.”
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“What about mental magic?”
“It doesn’t work. It is impossible to read their memories because of their powerful magic.”
Camus turned his head.
Then he walked away and stood in front of the prisoner.
“You guys raided the Morgue stronghold and kidnapped some slaves.”
“… … .”
“Among the slaves were the daughters of Morgue. He’s my sixth cousin. His name is ‘Rosé’.”
Camus glared at the Rococo prisoner with burning eyes.
“What did you do with her?”
Then the prisoner’s mouth, which had been tightly shut, slowly opened.
“להרוג”
At those words, Camus furrowed her eyebrows.
“translate. Where is the barbarian defector?”
But no one answered Camu’s words.
Everyone just looks at them with anxious eyes.
A wizard said as if he was sorry.
“When the barbarians attacked, everyone was killed or dragged away, vice-fortress chief.”
“Then is there no one who can interpret the words of interest?”
“For now, yes.”
It was embarrassing.
When everyone is making a puzzled expression.
“I can speak a little Rococo.”
Bikir stepped forward.
Kamu opens her eyes wide and looks at Bikir.
“Do you know how to do that? What can’t you do?”
“It’s not great. I only know basic vocabulary.”
Bikir stood in front of Kamu.
Camus asked.
“Ask me where my second cousin is. The girl he kidnapped during the last raid. She has red hair, red eyes and unusually fair skin. She is about 12 years old.”
Bikir nodded and asked the rococo prisoner in front of him.
“מה עשית עם החטופה”
Then came a short answer.
“אכל”
Bikir’s expression hardened for a moment.
Eventually, Bikir shook his head at Camus.
“It’s dead.”
At those words, the expressions on everyone else’s faces turned grim.
Although he expected death at the time of the kidnapping, hearing it in words is a different story.
Before long, Camus walked forward.
She growled in a low voice at her captive.
“After this war, your words will be the language spoken only in hell.”
Those were the last words a prisoner could hear.
Camu said.
“The representative of Myeongdang is currently undergoing treatment. The representative of Darkdang is now inspecting the other side of the estate, so the judgment here is made by Morgue Camus, a member of the House of Representatives and vice-chief.”
That ended the summary trial.
yet.
Kamyu waved her hands and drew a magic circle in the air.
OK.
… Push!
A large iron skewer sprouted from the ground.
The iron elements hidden between the earth elements gathered together and grew explosively, and the iron skewer formed in this way pierced the captive of Rococo at once.
From the groin to the crown of the head.
A prisoner struggling, unable to even scream.
He was impaled on an iron skewer and nailed high in the air.
And beneath it, red flames began to explode.
Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
skewer burner. In the blink of an eye, Camus burned Rococo’s captive to death.
All the slaves who saw it looked at Camu with a fearful expression.
It was the same even with the people of Morgue.
Kurreuk- Kurreuk- Pujik! Sponge!
The sound of a person being skewered and being burned to pieces.
Along with the smell of burning meat, black powder is scattered in the wind.
In front of that terrifying light, Camus smiled calmly.
“let’s go.”
She quickly left the spot, taking Bikir by her side.
Everyone around them just looked at the back of the two with a slight fear.
* * *
Meanwhile.
Back behind the dirt wall, Bikir was a little surprised.
I am not surprised to see people being skewered and burned alive.
Bikir has seen nothing less than that in his decades of rolling on the battlefield before returning, so there’s no reason to be so surprised or frightened.
However, what surprised Bikir was Kamyu’s expression.
“… … Heh, heh heh!”
Camu, who had gone to a place where no one was there, was crying now.
A distorted expression, red eyes, tears dripping down chubby cheeks.
Bikir half-opened his mouth because the situation was so unexpected.
My God, to see Empress Wu of the world crying.
Of course, I saw it when I was 8 years old, but the feeling is quite different from now when I am 15 years old.
‘Still, I’m still 15 years old.’
Bikir, who had been staring blankly at the crying Kamyu for a while, comforted him after thinking about it and opened his mouth.
“… … Why are you crying?”
“Why are you crying!?”
Camus shouted loudly and looked around to see if anyone would hear.
Bikir closed his mouth for a moment, then opened it again.
“You must have been very close with your brother.”
“It was friendly. He was a kid who followed me very much. He was an innocent and kind boy who did not fit Morgue.”
After speaking, Camus squatted down, leaning against the dirt wall.
They were about the same height, but now she looked a lot shorter than usual for some reason.
Bikir thought so.
“Don’t be too sad. I would have been comfortable.”
When Bikir gave awkward words of consolation, Kamyu answered harshly.
“Who do you know as an idiot?”
A question mixed with anger and sadness.
Bikir noticed.
Camus understood the words of the Rococo.
“I am a genius. It’s because I can’t talk, but I can’t listen.”
“… … .”
“Tell me straight. Is what I heard right?”
At Camu’s words, Bikir had no choice but to nod with a heavy expression.
The Rococo captive’s final words did not mean ‘dead’.
‘ate.’
The Rococo are both a tribe of shamans and a tribe of cannibals.
It is their custom to catch and eat prisoners.
Upon hearing Bikir’s confirmation, Kamyu started to weep again.
“… … Sorry. Sorry. for not being able to protect I’m sorry, sister.”
Crying Camus.
Vikir just stands still next to her and remains silent.
I thought it was surprising that such a figure was hidden behind the mask of Morgue Camus, the queen of red and black, fire and skewers.
… … And after some time has passed.
Camus stood up from his seat.
She rubbed her cheek with her sleeve, wiping away the dried tears.
Camu returned to his original cold expression.
She looked at Bikir, who stood blankly beside her.
“It wasn’t bad.”
“… … ?”
“If I had pityed you, I would have killed you.”
A petty threat from a 15-year-old girl couldn’t have worked for a veteran who had gone through a lot of battles, but Bikir nodded.
… … well anyway
Sometimes it’s comforting just to be there quietly by your side.
Not knowing what to do with a 15-year-old girl who was crying, staying still benefited me this time.
Before long, Camus tapped Bikir on the chest.
“There is no time to be sad. We need to get it right and get our revenge ASAP.”
“… … .”
“Follow me. We have something to do together.”
It was Camu who spoke in a fairly resolute voice.
