Einder Bloodline

Chapter 10: Sorry

When Cray was asked, he was so surprised to see people who were standing guard just outside the door that he couldn't comprehend what was about to happen. It looked like he made a small error, he was too hasty in making his decision and didn’t manage to hear the footsteps that were on the way to his room.

"Tch you damned thieves really have the guts to dare come here!" Stan shouted as he took his dagger that fell to the ground. He then started to dash towards the thieves as he brandished his dagger. With his quick movements, the man who was at the very front immediately had his throat cut with blood gushing out.

Cray, on the other hand, was trying hard not to piss his pants. He had just seen a man die in front of him. He saw blood, lots of it. Some of the blood had even reached him and he felt the warm red liquid splattering on his cheek as he had been too close to the man that had just died. He had witnessed something that made him want to throw up so bad. He became very frightened by the sudden turn of events that it made his breathing difficult. He started shivering, he felt like he was being suffocated. He made deep breaths, with every breath hastening he continued to take a deep breath until he screamed.

 At the top of his lungs, he screamed before the m******e that was occurring right in front of him. He looked at the black-clothed man in horror as he seemed to look like a killing machine.

He finally recognized the strength that was shown by the man in black. Each movement looked so fluid and natural. In fact, it was actually quite beholding but even if it was, he's still killing people as if he was simply butchering Chickens. The black-clothed man continued to kill the remaining six men as he plowed right through them with his nimble movements. Every strike killed a person, he killed almost everyone as he left one alive. That man who was left alive wanted to move out already. He was scared he had already peed on his trousers. Every step that the black-clothed man made his hairs stand out in fright. He was too scared to walk as his knees won't stop shaking, he can't move properly. He can't even talk properly as he kept on stuttering.

"Wha-whay-you-h-who-" The man pointed towards Stan as he tried to talk. He couldn't even construct a proper sentence the way he is right now. Stan without giving him any time to recover as he immediately started his interrogation while pointing the sharp tip of his dagger towards his neck simply creating intense pressure towards the only survivor of Stan’s quick m******e.

He then asked, "So, what do you intend on accomplishing by trying to attack us here?" Stan's dagger slowly made its way around the neck of the panicking man.

"I- I am just doing the grunt work of this inn’s owner! He told us that we can have fifty percent if we are willing to rob you. Thi- This was just my first time, so I still haven't stolen anything! I'm not lying please don't kill me!" the man begged for his life but to no avail, Stan then directly slit his throat the moment he finished talking.

He then walked towards Cray, he offered his hand to try and help cray up. Cray who was still scared slowly crept backward from this very man. He could still remember those blood-stained hands. He did it so easily without his face showing any reaction. It was as if he was already used to those kinds of things, this was now the second time that he witnessed that way of fighting. With the first being the noble lady who had chased him, and now this black-clothed man in front of him.

However, he began to doubt his own observations. Needless to say, it appeared that the black-clothed man was not in cahoots with the people that he had just killed. This meant that the information that he had inferred at the beginning might have been wrong.

Stan sighed when he saw this. He looked at Cray saying "If you don't want to die then follow me. We need to move, with all this mess around we wouldn't be able to stay here any longer."

Cray didn't want to go with him but as he looked around, the gore that happened would eventually be found out by others sooner or later. He had no choice but to temporarily trust this black-clothed man so he stood up and cautiously followed him from behind. After walking through some stairs that headed towards the exit, the black-clothed man suddenly stopped at the sight of another man who, after seeing them, started running away. The man appeared to be around his forties and he was a bit plump with his ugly gray mustache. No, the world plump would be an understatement, the man actually resembled a pig, one that is on its death throes, that is.

Stan, who kept his sight on the huge target that was running directly opposite to them, immediately threw his dagger at the man. He was disgusted by how much had been excreted by the now lifeless corpse that was this inn’s owner. However, that did not stop him from taking back the generous amount of money that he once gave to him for staying the night.

At the wake of the night, two silhouettes were running in the city. Trying to avoid the patrols as they ran, they hid in the shadows and dark alleys. Then they stopped in front of a wall. The man at the front quietly whispered, "Follow me closely, you might get lost." The boy following him was puzzled but he still showed agreement as he nodded. The one on the front then walked through the wall as if it wasn't even there in the first place. Then the boy tried to insert his hand as if to probe but he couldn't seem to comprehend how his hand could pass through it so instead of thinking about it he just directly walked in. When he did he found a whole new world just inside it.

A ton of tall looking buildings was standing upright. There were flashing lights everywhere. It was as if the land belonged to those nobles. This much excitement caused him to almost trip as he wasn't even looking at the ground that he was stepping on. The man who first entered then smirked at him saying "Never seen a city before, have you?" The boy nodded as he had only heard about this from his father that had already died. With Stan leading Cray all the way here, they had arrived at a place that sold food.

Stan then removed his black hood as he entered the building. "Private room for two." A lady then quickly guided them all the way towards a table as she greeted them. Cray was amazed by the fact that there were actually stores that made food and they were to be made in front of him as if it was a show. The best part was that he was going to try them. After getting their food, Stan told Cray that these stores were called "Restaurants!" and that there were other various types of stores. Cray was clearly amazed because all the food that they had received at Zone 9 was given to them in periods. And they were only given as ingredients, there was never a time where it was given cooked.

Stan then asked Cray to try eating the food, he was fond of the reaction that Cray showed as he gulped down the food as fast as he could after trying a small bite. While Cray was eating Stan decided to tell Cray about what had happened right after he was almost captured by a knight. For now, Cray had no other reason to doubt the man as based on his actions, it seemed like he really was not working together with the noblewoman that he had an encounter with. The fact that they were sneaking earlier to bypass some guards was what increased his trust in what Stan had said.

Cray suddenly felt embarrassed as he had actually kicked his benefactor. He had even tried to escape after he was given clothes to wear and a place to sleep. He was even treated to a meal by that very man. He apologized as he could still remember how the man had cruelly killed ten people just a while ago. But he still felt puzzled as to why he was being helped by this man. He then remembered how the buildings outside looked very different. They were better than those in Zone 8 and he felt the difference of classes. He was just a Rank 9 citizen and he would've never been able to enjoy the luxuries of Zone 3. He then remembered his childhood friend Hannah. They were supposed to have a simple meal together. Now he didn't even get to say goodbye to her. Even if he wanted to return back, he could not as all he could do for now was to wish her well. He did not really want her to get tangled up with the current mess that he was in right now so he could not even look for her. He had almost shed some tears just thinking about her.