Episode 159. Black Blood Clan (3)
Every morning at 7 o’clock.
To start the day, I show up on the busy streets of Axilium and get to work.
You get a corresponding reward by using magic to solve difficult tasks that are difficult to perform with human strength, such as simple tasks such as carrying burdens, healing, and creating artifacts.
All the compensation earned in this way is used to purchase the day’s food, and all the food purchased is distributed to the residents of the slums.
This is Boris’s personal routine every day for the past week.
It was such unbelievable information that I couldn’t open my eyes and look at it.
It is said that even the members stationed at Axilium did not realize that he was Boris at first.
Well, I don’t think it’s unreasonable.
To me, not only does the face look the same, but when I look at details such as the way he speaks, his personality, and even his gait, I feel such a strong sense of distance that I can’t even think of him as the Boris Lehelm I used to know.
However, no matter how much you hide your appearance, you cannot hide a person’s true nature.
The clear scent of magical power wafting from behind that false mask is proof of that.
There is a saying that talent is only called talent when there is someone who accurately recognizes its abilities.
I knew from my previous life that Boris was from this slum.
His shameful past included being despised as a member of the cursed Black Blood clan and being refused treatment as a human being.
However, just two years ago in time, Prince Ruinel, who was visiting the city, discovered him and took him under his wing, allowing him to see the light of day. Afterwards, he came into the eyes of that demon child and began to display his abilities in earnest.
He eventually rose to the position of president of the Magic Society, establishing himself as an indispensable key figure in the empire.
What kind of life he lived here and what kind of being he was regarded by the local residents is actually none of my business.
I have no particular desire to know.
However, as you can see now, most of the residents of the slum are treating him friendly as if they have seen him for a long time, so I think we can vaguely guess that his life was not much different before.
Look at the faces of the residents who seem to have lost their minds after falling into such ecstasy.
The word savior really fits the bill.
As for me, there is no way I can turn off the twin wicks that are burning so much in my eyes.
[I’m back, master.]
Kayram, who had been somewhere for a while, appeared with a not-so-good expression on his face.
“how was it?”
[Not at all~! I can’t even feel the grime on my toenails. Just because you hide it somewhere doesn’t mean you can’t feel the energy to this extent. I guarantee you, even if you search not only this slum but the entire city, you won’t find that guy from the Bible.]
I do not feel the energy of Biblical Hiscrea,
Boris, the owner of the Bible, shows a completely different appearance, as if he were a completely different person.
But that doesn’t mean he’s not the Boris I know.
Even now, the scar on my throbbing heart continues to give me signals that this guy is right.
Didn’t he openly reveal that his name was Boris Lehelm?
If so, there is only one hypothesis that can be made.
That is not Boris’s original personality.
Perhaps it is not the original personality, but another personality created through magic.
Just as I used magic to change the personality of Kellin, Eshel’s squire, his body will also be replaced by a new personality created by some power.
So the question is, who changed that snake’s personality? … .
[I don’t know whose idea it was, but it’s a refreshing joke.]
“It’s so novel that it makes my stomach turn… … .”
[What should I do, master? I don’t think if I kill that ignorant shell bastard, he won’t hit your castle, right?]
I couldn’t deny it, so I just bit my lip.
I dare say that there are less than five people on this continent who can create a personality similar to the ‘shadow personality’ that I am able to create.
Wouldn’t it be natural?
Creating a new personality that does not exist in the world is much more difficult than eliminating thousands of existing personalities.
It is not possible just because the magic power is vast and the magic level is high.
There is no way that a wandering wizard passing by could have accidentally performed a spell that even I, who possess amazing attribute values, would have had to put almost all of my effort into.
“With the power of the Bible, it would be more than possible… … .”
I don’t particularly want to suspect anyone else.
Boris intentionally changed his personality.
I might have expected what kind of reaction I would get when I came face to face with myself who had changed so much.
If it’s the guy I know, he’s a guy who can do that.
Okay, I don’t want to do that, but I’m willing to admit it.
That crazy plan of yours worked out perfectly.
Now, I have no intention of killing the changed Boris Lehelm.
Even if I kill a person who is just a shell and has no memory of what he has done, the scar of resentment engraved in my heart will not go away.
Even if you kill him, aren’t you sure that his original personality will disappear along with it?
In the end, what I have to do is find Boris’s real personality.
In addition, we must find out the location of the Bible and completely destroy everything about them.
Otherwise, there is no point in yelling at the head of the family.
Night comes even in unlit slums.
As the sun set and a thick shadow fell over the slums, those who had stayed in the savior’s nest began to return one by one.
An unsightly hut that is difficult to call a home.
Compared to other houses in the slums, it is much shabby and full of loneliness.
To me, it all just feels abominable.
I went inside without hesitation.
Books piled up everywhere, reaching up to the ceiling, which did not fit in with the shabby hut.
It was reminiscent of the room of an old scholar.
A person looking miserable among the piles of books.
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“I was waiting for you to come back.”
He immediately turned his head, as if he thought it was me just by pretending to be familiar.
“You waited for me?”
“yes… … .”
“Do you know what I can do?”
“Aren’t you here to kill me?”
It’s ridiculous to make such a fuss during the day and then say no.
“Do you know why I’m trying to kill you?”
“I do not know… … .”
I feel dirty.
Although he resembles the object of revenge he longed for, he is a completely different being on the inside.
It feels so disgusting that it feels so novel.
“I know it’s a shameless question, but I’ll ask it anyway. “Perhaps I did some great mistake to you a while ago?”
This is such a shameless question that it cannot be satisfied with the word shameless.
“If that is the case, I would like to take this opportunity to sincerely apologize.”
The guy finally got down on his knees and bowed his head to the ground.
“But I’m so sorry, I have no memory of anything that has happened in the past few years, let alone you.”
“You have no memory?”
“yes! You may not believe it, but I have severe memory impairment… … .”
I have memory problems.
In other words, while your personality is changing, you can’t remember what you did, so it’s not unreasonable to think like that.
At least that is assuming that he was not aware that his personality had changed.
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Two years ago now, when Ruinel Sebellus, the prince of the empire, came to visit Axilium. At that time, I went to see the prince to ask for support from this underdeveloped slum, but my memory was cut off exactly when I saw the prince’s face. When I came to my senses again, I was back in this slum, and when I asked people, they said that two years had passed… … .”
“When did your memories come back?”
“I think it’s been a little less than a month… … .”
It’s roughly similar to the point where I lost sight of him in Luwen.
Does this mean that your personality has changed since you escaped through the power of the Bible?
The personality of the guy I knew and the personality of another I am now facing.
At this point, I started to become confused as to which side I should call the true side of the guy.
Why am I so confused about something like this in the first place?
It’s annoying to even see each other face to face anymore, so why not just kill it as an afterthought?
“I don’t care if you kill me. Just don’t mess with the innocent residents of this slum! “There is nothing wrong with them!”
Seeing me keeping my face scrunched up and silent, he opened his mouth again.
“You may already know, but the people here, including me, have lived under persecution and contempt, with our very existence considered a sin. They are called a cursed clan with black blood… … .”
He opened his sorrowful eyes as if to appeal and spoke with sad emotions.
“But that is absurd! “You should be treated as a sinner simply because you inherited the blood of an unknown previous generation!”
My eyes were drawn to the white bandage wrapped around the guy’s neck.
The old era before the Shinma War.
A clan that committed a great sin that could never be forgiven, inciting the wrath of the gods, and causing black blood to flow from their bodies as a sign of their sin.
Just as the taboo against following the God of Black Mist took root on the continent.
These people have also been considered unclean simply by their very existence.
It could be said that we have something in common, perhaps unintentionally.
but.
“After all, they are human beings just like you! “We are all human beings who have the same right to be happy and equally sad!”
That doesn’t absolve you.
Are we the same human being?
Did you really think that way in your past life?
No matter how many times I crossed the threshold of death and sacrificed everything for you, you guys did not trust me.
Instead of being a human being, they treated me like a throwaway doll and just watched me darkly.
No matter what your clan is or how much blood flows through your body, it is none of my business.
You are just an object of revenge, stabbing the blade of betrayal in the back of someone like me, who has sacrificed everything and dedicated himself.
That’s all you have to worry about.
I don’t think there’s any need for foolish hesitation anymore.
Regardless of his true personality, I no longer want to talk to you face to face with your disgusting face.
The moment my decision-making hand slowly turned towards Cairam,
“Boris!”
A loud man’s call was heard from outside the hut.
Boris, startled, quickly went out.
“W-what’s going on?”
“Galas is looking for you! “There is no time to delay, so come out quickly!”
In terms of popularity, there are about five people.
Judging by the heavy clanking sound, it is presumed that they are knights belonging to Axilium, not residents of the slums.
But who? Gallas?
“Why are you asking me, my lord?”
“You will find out when you go.”
The knights did not explain the reason and just seemed to want to take him away recklessly.
There are usually two cases where I remember a person’s name.
Was closely related to me in a past life, or
Either I was the person I killed in my past life.
Gallas Avon.
A nobleman and lord of Axilium who is closely related to 1st Prince Ruinel Sebellus.
Additionally, it was one of the objects of purification work I handled.
(Continued in the next part)
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