On the sides of these dark pathways, illuminated with dim lights, Remira can see bizarre ats being sold in open.
Gates with odd sigils drawn on them, which led to the houses or business above.
And then there was a man that Remira saw, behind who walked a couple of slaves in a subservient attitude, without any hope in their eyes.
Yes, this place was horrific. But Remira knew that what she can see in front is only the surface of the degeneracy. What happened in those closed gates or stores, one can only imagine.
Because the ones that open the stalls can only be considered small individuals without much power or resources to own a building themselves.
As for their custors? It was always the poor, just like them.
Remira even found a couple of Curse users that walked past her, aiming for the curse item store she saw before. Their reasons were simple as well, for those that were weak and unable to control their curses, the best way to suppress it was to feed the curses with weaker ones, which would keep the curses satiated and occupied.
But this is a double edged sword, as the curse power would eventually beco stronger due to such consumption and if the user didn’t get stronger by then, they would be consud by the curse instead.
Which was also one of the many reasons why the curse users were so looked down upon, their whole existence can be defined by one word. "Suicidal."
But I am going on a tangent.
Let’s go back to Remira, who controlled her emotions as strongly as she could, while leading the old man using her nose as the lead. And it didn’t take long for her to reach a populated area of the underground market, where there was a lot more activity going on and so prostitutes on the side, selling their body to the passersby for a huge amount.
So it was not much special when considered from other red light districts. But for so reasons, Remira knew sothing was odd considering the amount of people that entered the place but the ones that walked out were never the sa. Even their slls were varied to huge extent, as if they were people belonging to different places.
Which caused her to stop in her path. "Let’s walk to the side, there are too many eyes here." Remira said, before walking to the side and looking at the n that entered this small establishnt."
Of course, Remira had originally planned to enter it, but seeing how there was a requirent for so kind of ID card, it would seem that trying to enter that place would only attract attention. Not to ntion, currently she had been marked with the sll of trash. So there were many curious eyes on her.
Though, on the side the ol Knight inford Remira what she was so curious about. "There is probably a teleportation circle inside that place." The old Knight said after finding that the majority that entered the brothel were Wizards or those with affluent background. As for where they were taking the teleportation gates?
No one knew.
No, one could say it was hard to know.
But Remira, after hearing such words, chose to stay here after recalling sothing that she experienced in the sewers. "I believe the one that t Kairut in the sewers was none other than a powerful wizard Blue Lotus capable of Teleporting. So it won’t be that odd for them to use the teleportation gates as a ans to move around the city. Probably why we were never able to find their true hideout."
There were eyes on Remira, but there were eyes on everyone in this shady place. It was a place filled with danger and unpredictability. It was only due to the exposed sword on the old man’s waist that kept away problematic elents from approaching Remira. But it didn’t an she was immune to them.
Her identity as an outsider was proof enough of her lack of backing, which made her an easy target.
So when so n watched that Remira had stopped a distance away from the brothel a bunch of crooks who had been eyeing her for a long approached her.
"Young lady, I see you were curious about that brothel? I wonder if you need so help?" the man asked in a kind tone, but his eyes that darted around her body were proof enough of what he was thinking.
And if it was before, Remira would have broken this man’s limbs for this slight. But due to her goal, while acting like a young lady, turned to the old knight and said. "Break their legs."
The old knight also understood the kind of play Remira was playing. A young lady that ca here out of curiosity with her bodyguard. Or so she looked.
And Remira’s words also caused the n around the lecherous man to take out their sword, ready to break into a fight.
"You really are as they say." A weird sentence in its own right and before Remira could even ask what he ant. The lecherous man also took out his gun. A normal gun without any enchantnt and incapable of harming Knights. But if hit in the eye, it would still kill.
But that was if the bullet hit.
And then the one sided fight broke out, there were no surprises what their end result was. The three n were beaten to the ground without much issue and then as remira had requested, both of their legs were broken by the Old knight using the hilt of his sword, sending the thugs to cry in pain.
While the old man picked up the gun from their leader as well as his bullet case.
"You bastard... you broke my leg." The lecherous man cried like the rest of his and while dragging his body toward his n, while a group of onlookers had already surrounded them. Laughing at the state of the thugs. Calling them fools and such.
But Remira ignored such Onlookers including the cries of the thug. With a single kick on his face, which broke so of his teeth. "Fuck off, or it will be your face below my feet." Remira warned, scaring the onlookers away, while she dragged the body of the thugs by his hair to the side, while he cried in pain from his bloodied mouth.
"That poor fella. He really targeted a tough bitch?"
"Let’s just go... she seems crazy."
The crowd left, much to the horror of the thug who wondered what was going to happen to him. While the sa was true for the other n that followed the lecherous man in harrassing Remira.
As for why Remira brought him here?’
"Do you know ?" Remira asked, slamming the man against the wall, causing him to crine in pain while holding the back of his head. "SPEAK!!"
"I... I don’t know..."
"Don’t take for a fool or a deaf person. Speak now, or I will rip out your tongue."
Seeing such a face of Remira, the old man was a bit surprised, he never thought Remira would act in such a way. But he remained silent, only following her for now. Seeing where she was going.
As for the lechrous thug, he turned silent, feeling the pain in his head, he can feel it bleeding. But that can be treated later, he if doesn’t speak now, he might really loose his tongue by this crazy woman.
"Remira Wyrmwood... you are that Radiant Knight..." The thug truly regretted, he identified Remira pretty easily by her lack of left palm as well as scars on her face. And from what he learned from his sources, these were the injuries Remira got before her escape.
Not to ntion, the man following her also seed old, making her the perfect target. Not to ntion, he knew so n that would pay a hefty amount for taking out Remira.
A money he can’t make if he just acted as a snitch and only inford others of what he found.
But now he regrets his choice, why did he have to be greedy?
As for Remira, hearing such, words turned her silent.
"There might be others who know I am here."
"Yes, if the words of this young man are true, then even that brothel might know your identity. It was no wonder they didn’t approach us to question why we were loitering around their entrance." The old man ntioned, which surprised Remira a bit.
Before he turned to the young man. "The guild you work for, na it."
At the ntion of these words, the young man fell silent. Acting oblivious and confused over what the old Knight was saying. But the Old knight didn’t buy his act.
"If you don’t say... then... following his words, the old Knight took out his sword, aligning it on the thugs leg, showing his intentions to cut it.
But before he could do so, the young man who seed to lack any energy suddenly shouted with all the strength he could muster. "Remira Wyrmwood, Price 100,000 Diriam. Here...."
Then the sword fell, cutting the man’s leg right then and there. Making his words turn into a loud scream.
But both Remira as well as the old knight knew that they just lost.
"Move."
The old Knight said, and Remira followed, walking a bit ahead, before coming across a group of n who were eyeing them with greed.
"..."
This was the point, Remira took out her combat Knight that was given to her by Haseem and rushed toward the first person who eyed her and slashed him on his arm. "I severed your nerves, you might bleed to death.. And the sa is true for the rest of you, and I might not be as careful as I was with this guy."
A threat that pushed the greedy eyes away.
Though, while they were moving away, A familiar face entered Remira’s eyes, soone that seed to be rushing away from her, even before her threat.
A young man that she t not so long ago.
A young man whose true identity was that of Kairut.
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