T/N: Hi itâs Eliza. From this chapter onward, Garuelâs way of addressing Cadel will be changed from âCommanderâ to âKnight Commanderâ to distinguish him from Van. In the raw, Van calls Cadel â??â and Garuel calls him â???â, with â-?/-nimâ being a suffix of polite tone. So Iâm going to make this change and edit the earlier chapters so you can tell whoâs saying what lines.
To sum up, each member has their own endearing term when addressing Cadel.
Van: Commander
Lumen: Leader
Lydon: Darling
Garuel: Knight Commander
Hopefully, we will know about Yozenâs soon. Now letâs get to the chapter!
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It sounded like the tearing of flesh, and it sounded like the splashing of blood. In fact, Cadel was pretty sure the wet liquid that splashed down his face was blood, no doubt about it.
But when he opened his tightly shut eyes, gasping for air. What was in front of him was not Yozen, who had dozens of scales embedded in him, but his alter ego, who had swallowed up the scales and was melting away.
Cadel reflexively wrapped his arms around his neck. In his eyes, distorted with pain, he could see Yozen, who had somehow moved behind Count Keinstein.
âHe switched places.â
Yozen was holding the Countâs mouth shut in the same position as his first alter ego.
âYou have strange powers.â
Muttering to himself, Yozen touched the Countâs palm, which trembled like an aspen tree. It was only a light touch, but the Count dropped to his knees in an exaggerated, terrified fashion.
âWhy are you stopping me from doing my job? Did you get paid by this pig?â
The Count couldnât scream, even though Yozen wasnât gagging him. Maybe it was the gripping hand that took the place of his mouth, or maybe it was the killing intent that paralyzed him like a poison.
Cadel looked back and forth between the Count and Yozen. His throat burned. Each breath felt like a sharp foreign object, and a cough continued to emerge.
âItâll be hard to even have a proper conversation in this state.â
The Countâs lifeline was already in Yozenâs grasp. Even if he were to immediately cast a barrier, there was no guarantee that Yozenâs dark energy wouldnât pierce it.
After a momentâs hesitation, Cadel forced a voice that didnât come easily.
âThen why do you want to kill the Count?â
Yozenâs brow creased at Cadelâs question. But the corners of his mouth still twitched into a smirk. The blindfold made it difficult to read Yozenâs mind as he wore this strange expression.
He shook the Countâs head slowly from side to side in his grasp.
âBecause this isnât a human.â
ââ¦â¦What do you mean?â
Since the Count was definitely a human being, what Yozen meant by ânot being humanâ is âthe absence of humanity.â
It was probably true that Yozen had been killing trashy nobles. But had Count Keinstein done something evil that deserved to die? What the hell did he do?
Feeling a strange tension in his stomach, Cadel turned to the Count, but he was only mumbling a prayer with his eyes closed as if he was afraid of everything around him.
âThis basement is a feeding trough for this pig.â
Yozenâs tone was relaxed and easygoing. He pulled the Countâs head up by the hair, forcing the crouching Count to his feet, and stabbed him in the back without hesitation as he rose to his feet.
âKkyah! Argh! Aaaah!â
A loud scream echoed through the basement. Cadelâs alarmed gaze landed on the dagger piercing the Countâs side. As Yozen relentlessly pulled the dagger out, a strange-colored liquid oozed from the wound, a mixture of gunk and blood.
âThis is where the Count devoured the children he collected.â
ââ¦â¦What?â
âSometimes he devoured their virginity, sometimes he devoured their future. He devoured both body and soul. After devouring so much, the children who were left with nothing but empty shells were mercilessly thrown away. Just like livestock.â
Now Cadel wondered what he was hearing.
Cadel blinked dazedly, forgetting that the Count had been stabbed. In the meantime, Yozen had plunged the blade into the Countâs screaming eyes. The Count bit his lip to stifle a scream, the dark energy dripping in front of him.
âI heard you threw them in the trash, sold them on the black market, donated them to some magicians as experiment objects. Is that true?â
Yozen leaned down to ask, and the Count, ducking as far as he could to avoid being stabbed, nodded with difficulty.
It was an affirmation.
ââ¦â¦No way.â
The Count looked more cowardly than most children, so the affirmation was probably just a way for him to survive Yozenâs sarcasm. Cadel tried to deny it, but his brain had already accepted the Countâs atrocity.
âSo what youâre saying is, the Count took the children toâ¦â¦.â
âHe robbed them, he abused them, he enjoyed it, so heâs not human, heâs just a lowly pig who doesnât know fodder from filth.â
The neat conclusion left Cadel speechless. He didnât think he could watch a human die before his eyes, no matter what.
Count Keinstein deserved to die, quite literally. There was no twisted falsehood in Yozenâs words, and the Countâs withdrawn demeanor confirmed it all.
That the man heâd been guarding for days could be such a horrible monster was chilling to him. A bed far too large for a single person, a soundproofed iron door, a long table with an unknown purpose, and an assortment of tools he thought were weapons.
Cadel felt sick to his stomach. He felt a primal rejection. He couldnât help but feel nauseous at the stench of someone who had given up being human.
âAre you going to try to convince me to let the law take care of this, with the obvious, âbecause killing is bad, no matter whatâ line?â
ââ¦â¦.â
âDonât. I donât know about yours, but no country is more generous to its nobles than Dunkelhai.â
The Countâs complexion became dull as he was unable to stop the bleeding from the wound, and he was now looking at Cadel, not at the dagger that threatened to pierce his eye. He was staring at Cadel, begging for his life. A new sob escaped his lips he bit down hard to keep from screaming.
âI have to kill him quickly. We canât let him breathe the same air as the surviving children, can we?â
Are you sure you still want to protect the Count?
Yozenâs voice was thick with anger as he asked.
âThat canât be possible.â
If what Yozen said was true, then the Count wasnât worth living, and Cadel didnât want to save him, didnât want to use his power for him.
However, his mouth just wouldnât open.
What Cadel wanted to say was that he was wrong, so kill that guy right away. However, the words to kill someone did not come out easily.
It was not that he was uncomfortable with death. He had killed many monsters in his time. Heâd killed demons similar to humans, and even though it was a fundamentally different matter, he didnât want to go through the philosophical agony of the reverence of life, not here, not now, not for these humans. Why did he hesitate? Was it shallow morality?
âIâ¦â¦.â
Cadelâs face twisted into a pained expression and his voice grew harsh. Subconsciously, he avoided the Countâs gaze and stared at the floor, but not before Cadel continued.
âPlease, please save me! Donât let him kill me! I, I know Iâve done wrong, Iâve done terrible things. Iâll never do it again! Iâm sorry! Iâll take my own punishment if I get out of here alive! So, please, just spare my lifeâ¦â¦.â
The Count, who had remained silent until now, began to desperately beg for his life. Perhaps it was the contempt in Cadelâs eyes that made him impatient, for he let out a shrieking cry and clung to his only survival rope.
Yozen didnât stop him, didnât threaten him, just held him in place, silent as if waiting for Cadelâs answer.
âIâ¦â¦.â
If the Count survived this place and did as he said, if he paid his dues, if he atoned for his past sins and spent the rest of his life in service, then it might be worth sparing him.
It would give him another chance at life, a chance to become a stronger man than he was before. He was a cowardly man, and he might play up his fake humanity for the rest of his life for fear of retribution.
As heâd told Garuel, there was no consistent good or evil in the world. There was every chance he could be rehabilitated.
But.
âIâ¦â¦.â
Chances are not infinite. When someoneâs chance is taken, someone elseâs chance is gone. Cadel knew that better than anyone.
The Count was not worthy of a chance. The children who really needed a chance were being trampled to death. To give him a chance would merely increase his chances of rehabilitation, but to take it away would create people who would have the strength to live with his death.
It was a deeply personal weighing, but Cadel could not ignore the consequences.
âI donât protect that person. Do whatever you feel like.â
The Countâs screams of betrayal echoed in his ears. Cadel didnât dare look at him. Thankfully, the Countâs screams didnât last long.
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There was no sound of the dagger moving or the sound of skin being torn. The Countâs scream cut off without warning, followed by the dull sound of his body falling to the floor.
It was a split second. The Countâs life ended in an instant. As the terrible silence that filled the space slowly swept over Cadelâs face, Yozenâs toes caught at the edge of his vision.
âNow Iâm wondering what your name is.â
He lifted his head to see Yozenâs clean, bloodless face. Yozenâs mouth still formed a perfect arc, and Cadel suddenly remembered their first meeting.
âYou donât seem very scared of me.â
ââ¦â¦Why should I be? Youâre helping me.â
âTheyâre usually scared. Your breathing is steady. Itâs easy to listen to.â
Cadel could only answer him like that because he didnât know who he was. He couldnât see Yozenâs face.
But now that he was face to face with him. Cadel was afraid of Yozen.
ââ¦â¦Cadel. Cadel Lytos.â
Cadel felt like if he took one false step, heâd fall headlong into the depths of his malice.