This is the story after I gave up my memories to defeat Nocturne.Whenever Iâd close my eyes, a similar dream would always come to me.Floating in a black sea, and from deep below, something was bubbling up.Those bubble-like things were memories.Memories that remained vivid in the soul of âmeâ.For example, what I saw now was like that.
âHalfwit, a personâs conscience is triangular in shape.â
According to Salomeâs words from some time ago, the shape of conscience is triangular.Every time you do something wrong that goes against your conscience, the triangular conscience spins round and round inside your heart.Then, those sharp vertices would Pokeâ Pokeâ my heart and make it ache.Thatâs why people often use the expression âconscience pricksâ when they feel guilty.However, Salome said that the vertices of the spinning conscience were bound to wear away over time, and in the end, your conscience becomes rounded.
âThen, you can do bad things without feeling any guilt. All famous thieves have reached this state, but Iâm not sure if youâll be able to reach it yourself though.â
Salome said this while looking at me, who was clumsy at thievery.Apparently, all famous thieves were at a level where they had no conscience.Salomeâs expression looked a bit bitter as she said that.Looking back now, Iâm not sure if she was lying to me or if she was genuine.
âThieves of Snix usually donât kill people. But the robbers of Nocturne snatch and kill. Someday, youâll have to kill someone too.âLet me tell you, Salomeâs teaching method was strict.A completely Spartan teacher.
âIn that sense, today weâre going to dispose of someone. Itâs a weak, decrepit old man, so even a halfwit thief like you should be able to handle it quickly.ââWhy are we killing him?ââThat old geezer has a treasure my father wants, but he wonât give it up. So we decided to just kill him and take it. Heâs trash anyway. An evil person whose death wonât make anyone shed a tear.âââ¦â¦ââBut that old fart has a tongue as smooth as a snake. It would be better if you donât fall for the lies he might try to deceive you with.â
Retribution, it seems, is a real thing in this world.Thatâs why, they say, most thieves and robbers canât find peace when they close their eyes.
That day, I headed towards the old manâs hut.I tried to sneak in as quietly as possible, but the old floorboards creaked so much that I was discovered. The old man was a light sleeper, after all.
âWhoâs there?â
He was an old man with sparse white hair and no teeth left.His face was so full of wrinkles, as if he had chewed and swallowed all kinds of loneliness by himself, that it was impossible to guess his age.
Tapâ Tap TapâHe swayed his cane left and right.It was then that I realized he couldnât see.
âWhoâs there?ââIâve come to kill you and take your treasure.â
I told the old man.To be honest now, my conscience was round from the beginning.Perhaps thatâs why I didnât hesitate for a moment to decide to kill the old man before me.After all, this old man was the worst of the worst, who had been kidnapping young girls from these mountains for a very long time and offering them as sacrifices.I thought it would be a rather good deed to remove him from this world.
âYouâre receiving the consequences of your sins, so donât blame me.â
ShingâI vividly remembered the sharp sound of the dagger being drawn from my waist.However, the old man laughed with his toothless mouth, âHeheheââ
âConsequences of my sins, you say. What an interesting reason. You see, after I became blind to sunlight and couldnât see anything, I started to see strange things. The one who should face consequences is not me, but you.ââYour silver tongue lives up to its reputation. But your words wonât sway me. Still, if you give up the treasure willingly⦠well, who can say?ââBy treasure, do you mean this âCrystal ballâ? Itâs a very fine item. Itâs also the first thing I stole when I was still chasing after the lightâ¦â
The old man reached into the shadows and pulled out a Crystal ball.Taking an object out of the shadows.While thinking it was a very strange technique, I couldnât help but be captivated by the brilliantly shining Crystal ball.
âTake it. Things are useless to a person who must die. But grant me one request. Although my conscience has worn down and become as round as this ballâ¦â
He took out a ledger with his wrinkled hand.When it was opened, something quite peculiar was visible.âLimping Ailena: Blonde. Blue eyes. 7 years old. Large scar on left leg.ââSkinny Nanari: Brown hair. Freckles. Amber eyes. 4 years old. Burn mark on nape of neck.ââNine-fingered Enrico: Black hair. Black eyes. Barbaroi. 9 years old. Missing left ring finger.â
â¦â¦It was a peculiar list of personal information.I was quite quick-witted, so I could immediately understand that these were the names of some girls.27 names.The children this old man supposedly kidnapped and offered as sacrifices were also 27.Probably this was that list.
âCoughâ My life is not long. Not much time left. Even if you hadnât come to kill me, time would have killed me. If youâre going to kill me and take the treasure, take this too. This is my real treasure⦠my cough treasureâ¦â
The old man kept coughing several times.It seemed no lie that his life was nearing its end.He proceeded to lay down on the bed as if exhausted.And after closing his eyes, he didnât get up again.I carefully put the Crystal ball and notebook I received from him into my shadow.When I went outside, Salome looked at me.
âIs the old man dead?ââHeâs dead. But I couldnât find the treasure.ââCunning old geezer. Did he hide it? So, halfwit, how does it feel, commiting your first murder?â
Right.Was this my first murder?Actually, I felt nothing.As I said earlier, it was because my conscience was round from the beginning.So, why am I recalling these things now?
ââ¦â¦â
It was because the Crystal ball located on the first floor of the hut looked exactly like the one I remembered from at time. Although it was dusty and cracked, it was an unforgettable object.
âHina, do you know what this thing is?â
I asked Hina, who was yawning sleepily after waking up in the morning. Hina didnât answer and kept yawning.PokeâWhen I poked my finger into Hinaâs mouth, she jumped up as if startled and frowned.
âGrrâ¦!ââDo you know what this thing is?â
I asked Hina, showing her the broken Crystal ball.But Hina shook her head as if she didnât know.
ââ¦Donât know.ââIs that so? Then I have something to give you.â
SwooshâI reached into my shadow.And I took out one of my treasures that I had been hiding for a long time and placed it in Hinaâs hand.It was a ball about the size of Hinaâs head.Hina exclaimed âWowââ at its iridescent, brilliantly shining appearance. Salome was equally surprised to see it.
âThatâs the âSacred Jewel of Saint Alejandroâ, isnât it? The treasure that disappeared after the apostate Wellington stole it from the orderâ¦. Judas, didnât you say you couldnât get your hands on it? You lied to me!ââItâs the fault of the person who got deceived, right?â
I responded as I was looking at Hina.Hina was holding out the ball in her hand to the old broken ball.Because it was a rule that similar things merge together, the balls merged into one.
âHeheâ¦!ââThe ball that the witch had has started to shine againâ¦! Actually, this Horohoro played with it when the witch wasnât around and it got cracked and brokenâ¦!â
Well, thatâs one less mystery to solve.
Knock KnockâAt that moment, someone knocked on the door of the first floor of the hut.When Hina opened the door, a woman in her 20s with long black hair was standing in front of it.Because she covered her body with a robe, only her head and face were visible.A Barbaroi?Her black eyes were very sharp like a falconâs, and she was clearly someone who lived in the âback alleysâ.
âI heard there was a sign of life in the hut where the Priestess of Gluttony lived, so I came to check. I thought the priestess might have returned⦠but youâre those little ones from back then.âââ¦Ung, ung.ââItâs Horohoro!â
The Barbaroi woman, Hina, and Horohoro seemed to know each other.The woman, looking slightly tired, pressed her fingers against her eyelids and sighed, âPhewââ
âYesterday, I heard there was a little girl asking around carelessly about the âShadow Councilâ. I wondered if it might be you guys again this time.âââ¦Ung, ung.â
Hina nodded. It seemed this wasnât the first time they had such an experience.This black-haired woman must have come to the hut where the âPriestess of Gluttonyâ lived before and met Hina.Hina then said.
âTake me to the âShadow Councilââ¦! Then I can tell you what you want to knowâ¦! Because Hina is the Priestess of Gluttonyâ¦! I even have the mark of the Shadow Councilâ¦!ââThe Priestess of Gluttony has been around for a decade. Youâre only six, so you canât be her. And didnât I warn you about taking the Shadow Councilâs mark? Thatâs a serious offense. Now Iâll have to escort you underground again⦠What a hassle.â
I see.I could roughly picture how Hina came to make contact with the underground people.
ThumpâAt that moment, Hina stood in front of the black-haired woman while holding the Crystal ball.
âHina can see various things with thisâ¦! The questions you wanted to ask the Priestess of Gluttonyâ¦. Ask them nowâ¦!â
The black-haired woman frowned at Hinaâs confident words.Then, looking at me and Salomeâs faces, she asked as if protesting, âWhat on earth is going on here?âI just shrugged my shoulders.
âIf you have something you want to ask a fortune-teller, go ahead and ask.âââ¦â¦â
The black-haired woman made an expression of incomprehension.Then, after sighing, âPhewââ, she said,
âThereâs something Iâm looking for. An important thing. Itâs hard to explain what it is, but itâs a treasure I absolutely must find. Can you tell me where it is?â
What a terribly poor explanation.Hina soon grasped the ball in her hand and looked strained, âNnghââWhatâs going to happen now?After watching closely for a while, Hina finally shouted.
ââ¦I donât know! Because fortune-tellingâ¦. I havenât learned it from Brigitte yetâ¦.â
I see.The black-haired woman said, âI should have known. Iâm the fool for being deceived,â and laughed âPfftââ. The way she laughed while scratching the bridge of her nose seemed somewhat bitter.It was then that I noticed she was missing her ring finger.
âNine fingersâ¦.ââYes, Nine-fingered Enrico is my name. Iâve made quite a name for myself in the thief world, though probably not as much as you guys? Picking locks and traps is my specialty.â
âIs that so?â
I reached into my shadow.For some men, an old notebook became a more precious treasure than a Crystal ball that could show anything.I took out that notebook and handed it to the woman.
âWhatâs this? This⦠this handwritingâ¦.âNine-fingered Enrico, who received the notebook from me, looked at the letters written in it with trembling shoulders and hands.
Flipâ FlipâEnricoâs hand, which had been turning the pages one by one, stopped.She must have found the entry with her name.
âThe old man was said to have kidnapped children and offered them as sacrifices. But in reality, he was smuggling children out of the mountains and sending them back to the outside world. Right? Just like you, Enrico.â
For young girls, the thievesâ hideout must have been no different from hell.The old man took on the stigma of being an evil person who offered children up as sacrifices while saving them instead. Of course, he was also a real villain who had fallen into bad ways after stealing from the temple.
But I think I understand why he saved girls throughout his life.He must have been someone like me, with a round conscience from the beginning.A round conscience isnât sharp, but because it bounces around like a ball, it often makes you freely act on your own.
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