Feb 8, 2024
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In confusion, I looked at the tribal Chief but Alan, who had been standing in front of me, suddenly shielded me with his body. Andrea, who was sitting on the sofa, also stood up and confronted the Chief with a fierce expression. Both of them displayed quick and sharp reactions, like experienced predators meeting their enemy.
“I accepted having an outsider by your side, but I sensed something different since you sent Fernando away. They claim you, the angel, was falling from grace”
What nonsense is this?
“No, I’m not an angel in the first place…”
“Come in!” the Chief interrupted me, shouting. My attendants and guards entered the room. Among them was Fernando, who stood at the back. Even though he entered, he kept his head down and tried to hide among the others.
“Everyone saw it. The fall of the angel, deceived by the words of outsiders,” the Chief declared.
“No, I’m not deceived, but it’s clear i’m from…”
“Silence!”
The Chief cut me off and shouted. His voice echoed through the house, causing a painful sensation in my ears.
“First, it would be best to isolate the angel from them, Chief, someone suggested. The Chief, as if waiting for that, pointed towards me.
“Seize the angel!”
My attendants rushed towards me. At the same time, Andrea blocked my way, and Alan turned his body to hug me. In an instant, it became a confrontation between us and them.
“I tried to explain it nicely… This is why killing is cleaner, isn’t it, Fernando?”
Andrea said calmly, as he twirled the dagger he had taken out in some point
Fernando , who was suddenly called, cowered and trembled. Just as I was curious about what Fernando might have done to be so scared, the tribal Chief clicked his tongue with a disapproving look on his face.
“Get that idiot out of here! He has completely lost his qualifications as a warrior.”
Someone kicked Fernando, and he was thrown out without uttering a scream. However, he quickly got up and fled without making any noise.
“I know you are strong, but our warriors are strong too.”
The Chief sneered at Andrea. Extending his arm like a general giving a combat order, the attendants suddenly wore their hoods, the ones they always wore around their necks, over their faces. The Chief did the same. At that instant, our group paused, taken aback by their simultaneous, bizarre actions.
Thunk.
The servant standing at the forefront suddenly scattered something from a pouch towards us. Shimmering brown powder filled the air, appearing like hazy smoke due to its fine particles.
Andrea shouted.
“Don’t breathe!”
I buried my face as much as possible in Alan’s shoulder. However, Alan, focused on shielding me, also had to endure the stifling air.
“Ugh…”
I felt strength disappear from Alan’s arms that were hugging me. I hugged him tightly as he was about to collapse. But it was pointless. Alan’s body became heavy and collapsed backwards.
When Alan, who was blocking the front fell, My view widened. Andrea, who was standing one step in front of Alan and me, was covering his nose and mouth with one arm but his posture was unstable. He seemed to be barely holding on.
My eyes started to feel hot and my head was spinning.
The particles were so fine for a reason. Even if it wasn’t respiratory, they could enter the eyes and have an effect. As I pondered this, I collapsed on top of Alan.
The sound of attendants rushing towards us was heard. I was shaken back and forth by their rough hands, then lost consciousness.
***
When people think of confinement, they usually imagine having their limbs bound and a gag in the mouth, perhaps in a dark and bloody basement or something.
But as I opened my eyes, I found myself simply on my bed. Strangely, I wasn’t bound or gagged. Because the sleep penalty seemed to have lifted, and I felt refreshingly awake. The pleasant aroma of incense wafted through the house, and the brown powder scattered before my collapse seemed to have disappeared completely.
“Oh, you’ve awakened, Angel”
A familiar voice greeted me. Turning, I saw the teacher sitting at the table, enjoying tea with snacks.
“Teacher, what… what happened?”
At my question, the teacher’s eyes widened in surprise, mixed with emotion.
“Your voice can really be heard now, my angel!”
“Uh… yes, that’s how it turned out.”
“Goodness, I can witness the miracle of Mars right before my eyes! Bless the glorious desert god, thank you.”
Thinking that it was probably the miracle of Eura, allowing me to speak thanks to Alan’s blessing, I suddenly realized that Alan and Andrea were not here.
“Where are my guards and the priest?”
As I asked the question, anxiety washed over me. However, the teacher smiled and said without hesitation.
“Oh, those heretics went to the execution ground. You don’t have to worry about it.”
“What…?”
“They tried to deceive you by forcing you to serve the god of the Melian Empire. It seems they nearly succeeded in corrupting you. Fortunately, the Chief intervened at the right moment.”
A chilling sensation ran through my entire body. Swallowing saliva, my throat felt dry and scratchy.
“What do you mean Andrea and Alan went to the execution ground? Does that mean… they’re dead?”
“Oh, no. They’re not dead yet. The date for the execution has been set. It seems that fellow Andrea is quite the troublemaker. If it weren’t for Waroom, it would have been a challenge to restrain him.”
“Waroom?”
“Waroom is a powder extracted from the bark of the Warumal tree, which is blessed by our god Mars. It’s our pride here in Sablum.”
The teacher proudly explained, finishing his tea and taking a bite of a snack. However, I couldn’t be calm. The powder they sprinkled on us earlier seemed to be Waroom, and I had no idea what Waroom was or if such a thing even existed. Seeing my puzzled expression, the teacher kindly elaborated.
“Waroom, when inhaled briefly, causes loss of consciousness. However, prolonged inhalation can lead to the development of resistance, providing intense excitement and pleasure instead of losing consciousness. It’s highly addictive and damages the nerves rapidly. Recently, when our warriors go out on expeditions, they always carry Waroom with them.”
Originally used as an anesthetic for treating severely injured warriors, it has been repurposed as a combat weapon by the Chief of Sablum in recent times.
“You probably wouldn’t know much about it since you haven’t been in Sablum for long, my angel. When you first came, the Chief seemed to receive a divine revelation from God, and he started using Waroom in this way.”
The teacher reminisced with satisfaction.
“But wait, then it wasn’t because of me that we won in battle. It was because of Waroom. Why am I called a fortunate angel because of that…?”
“Oh no, everything is in God’s arrangement. Did the Chief not say it was thanks to you, my angel?”
While the teacher’s face looked the same as usual, there was something unsettling about his eyes today. His smile on his mouth felt somewhat creepy.
“We are always grateful to you, my angel. We sincerely love and cherish you.”
The teacher gently set down the teacup with elegance. Then, he continued to nibble on the snacks.
“These desserts from Deserent are truly delicious. I brought them to offer you more, my angel. Would you like some now?”
The teacher tapped the plate of snacks. Ignoring him, I got up from the bed.
“……”
However, as soon as I stepped on the floor, the room spun around me. Stumbling back to the bed, the teacher rushed over with a worried expression.
“Angel, your body is weak, and there may be lingering effects of the Waroom. Be careful not to inhale it anymore. It’s best for you to lie down and rest. Please lie back down.”
“Let me go.”
“My angel.”
The teacher spoke sternly.
“Even if you’re an angel, I cannot silently watch you harm yourself. You must listen to the teacher’s advice, understand?”
There were tiny crumbs of cookies stuck around his mouth. The young scholar’s eyes were filled with determination and a sense of justice. He gently laid me back on the bed.
“Now, take another nap. Since you usually lack sleep, it’s good to rest a bit during times like this.”
He covered me with a blanket and returned to the table, lifting his tea cup leisurely. Watching him, I thought to myself.
Oh, this is serious. These people… they’re really a bunch of crazy lunatics…
Feb 8, 2024
Table Of Contents
#BL
In confusion, I looked at the tribal Chief but Alan, who had been standing in front of me, suddenly shielded me with his body. Andrea, who was sitting on the sofa, also stood up and confronted the Chief with a fierce expression. Both of them displayed quick and sharp reactions, like experienced predators meeting their enemy.
“I accepted having an outsider by your side, but I sensed something different since you sent Fernando away. They claim you, the angel, was falling from grace”
What nonsense is this?
“No, I’m not an angel in the first place…”
“Come in!” the Chief interrupted me, shouting. My attendants and guards entered the room. Among them was Fernando, who stood at the back. Even though he entered, he kept his head down and tried to hide among the others.
“Everyone saw it. The fall of the angel, deceived by the words of outsiders,” the Chief declared.
“No, I’m not deceived, but it’s clear i’m from…”
“Silence!”
The Chief cut me off and shouted. His voice echoed through the house, causing a painful sensation in my ears.
“First, it would be best to isolate the angel from them, Chief, someone suggested. The Chief, as if waiting for that, pointed towards me.
“Seize the angel!”
My attendants rushed towards me. At the same time, Andrea blocked my way, and Alan turned his body to hug me. In an instant, it became a confrontation between us and them.
“I tried to explain it nicely… This is why killing is cleaner, isn’t it, Fernando?”
Andrea said calmly, as he twirled the dagger he had taken out in some point
Fernando , who was suddenly called, cowered and trembled. Just as I was curious about what Fernando might have done to be so scared, the tribal Chief clicked his tongue with a disapproving look on his face.
“Get that idiot out of here! He has completely lost his qualifications as a warrior.”
Someone kicked Fernando, and he was thrown out without uttering a scream. However, he quickly got up and fled without making any noise.
“I know you are strong, but our warriors are strong too.”
The Chief sneered at Andrea. Extending his arm like a general giving a combat order, the attendants suddenly wore their hoods, the ones they always wore around their necks, over their faces. The Chief did the same. At that instant, our group paused, taken aback by their simultaneous, bizarre actions.
Thunk.
The servant standing at the forefront suddenly scattered something from a pouch towards us. Shimmering brown powder filled the air, appearing like hazy smoke due to its fine particles.
Andrea shouted.
“Don’t breathe!”
I buried my face as much as possible in Alan’s shoulder. However, Alan, focused on shielding me, also had to endure the stifling air.
“Ugh…”
I felt strength disappear from Alan’s arms that were hugging me. I hugged him tightly as he was about to collapse. But it was pointless. Alan’s body became heavy and collapsed backwards.
When Alan, who was blocking the front fell, My view widened. Andrea, who was standing one step in front of Alan and me, was covering his nose and mouth with one arm but his posture was unstable. He seemed to be barely holding on.
My eyes started to feel hot and my head was spinning.
The particles were so fine for a reason. Even if it wasn’t respiratory, they could enter the eyes and have an effect. As I pondered this, I collapsed on top of Alan.
The sound of attendants rushing towards us was heard. I was shaken back and forth by their rough hands, then lost consciousness.
***
When people think of confinement, they usually imagine having their limbs bound and a gag in the mouth, perhaps in a dark and bloody basement or something.
But as I opened my eyes, I found myself simply on my bed. Strangely, I wasn’t bound or gagged. Because the sleep penalty seemed to have lifted, and I felt refreshingly awake. The pleasant aroma of incense wafted through the house, and the brown powder scattered before my collapse seemed to have disappeared completely.
“Oh, you’ve awakened, Angel”
A familiar voice greeted me. Turning, I saw the teacher sitting at the table, enjoying tea with snacks.
“Teacher, what… what happened?”
At my question, the teacher’s eyes widened in surprise, mixed with emotion.
“Your voice can really be heard now, my angel!”
“Uh… yes, that’s how it turned out.”
“Goodness, I can witness the miracle of Mars right before my eyes! Bless the glorious desert god, thank you.”
Thinking that it was probably the miracle of Eura, allowing me to speak thanks to Alan’s blessing, I suddenly realized that Alan and Andrea were not here.
“Where are my guards and the priest?”
As I asked the question, anxiety washed over me. However, the teacher smiled and said without hesitation.
“Oh, those heretics went to the execution ground. You don’t have to worry about it.”
“What…?”
“They tried to deceive you by forcing you to serve the god of the Melian Empire. It seems they nearly succeeded in corrupting you. Fortunately, the Chief intervened at the right moment.”
A chilling sensation ran through my entire body. Swallowing saliva, my throat felt dry and scratchy.
“What do you mean Andrea and Alan went to the execution ground? Does that mean… they’re dead?”
“Oh, no. They’re not dead yet. The date for the execution has been set. It seems that fellow Andrea is quite the troublemaker. If it weren’t for Waroom, it would have been a challenge to restrain him.”
“Waroom?”
“Waroom is a powder extracted from the bark of the Warumal tree, which is blessed by our god Mars. It’s our pride here in Sablum.”
The teacher proudly explained, finishing his tea and taking a bite of a snack. However, I couldn’t be calm. The powder they sprinkled on us earlier seemed to be Waroom, and I had no idea what Waroom was or if such a thing even existed. Seeing my puzzled expression, the teacher kindly elaborated.
“Waroom, when inhaled briefly, causes loss of consciousness. However, prolonged inhalation can lead to the development of resistance, providing intense excitement and pleasure instead of losing consciousness. It’s highly addictive and damages the nerves rapidly. Recently, when our warriors go out on expeditions, they always carry Waroom with them.”
Originally used as an anesthetic for treating severely injured warriors, it has been repurposed as a combat weapon by the Chief of Sablum in recent times.
“You probably wouldn’t know much about it since you haven’t been in Sablum for long, my angel. When you first came, the Chief seemed to receive a divine revelation from God, and he started using Waroom in this way.”
The teacher reminisced with satisfaction.
“But wait, then it wasn’t because of me that we won in battle. It was because of Waroom. Why am I called a fortunate angel because of that…?”
“Oh no, everything is in God’s arrangement. Did the Chief not say it was thanks to you, my angel?”
While the teacher’s face looked the same as usual, there was something unsettling about his eyes today. His smile on his mouth felt somewhat creepy.
“We are always grateful to you, my angel. We sincerely love and cherish you.”
The teacher gently set down the teacup with elegance. Then, he continued to nibble on the snacks.
“These desserts from Deserent are truly delicious. I brought them to offer you more, my angel. Would you like some now?”
The teacher tapped the plate of snacks. Ignoring him, I got up from the bed.
“……”
However, as soon as I stepped on the floor, the room spun around me. Stumbling back to the bed, the teacher rushed over with a worried expression.
“Angel, your body is weak, and there may be lingering effects of the Waroom. Be careful not to inhale it anymore. It’s best for you to lie down and rest. Please lie back down.”
“Let me go.”
“My angel.”
The teacher spoke sternly.
“Even if you’re an angel, I cannot silently watch you harm yourself. You must listen to the teacher’s advice, understand?”
There were tiny crumbs of cookies stuck around his mouth. The young scholar’s eyes were filled with determination and a sense of justice. He gently laid me back on the bed.
“Now, take another nap. Since you usually lack sleep, it’s good to rest a bit during times like this.”
He covered me with a blanket and returned to the table, lifting his tea cup leisurely. Watching him, I thought to myself.
Oh, this is serious. These people… they’re really a bunch of crazy lunatics…
