Chapter 26
I Pulled Out the Excalibur
âIâll buy you a meal.â
Najin looked at the girl who had reached out her hand to him.
A girl who seemed about his age.
Her light brown hair, common and unremarkable, didnât catch the eye, but the girlâs eyes, glittering with desire, did. The rare, golden-yellow color of her eyes was unusual.
Some might see the gleam of gold coins in those eyes, others might think of a snakeâs gaze.
Eyes that blatantly revealed intentions without any attempt to hide desire. The emotion in the girlâs eyes was interest. Najin, after staring into her eyes, looked down at her outstretched hand.
A hand clad in white gloves.
Najin took her hand and stood up. He followed the girl, who walked ahead, his own hand resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist.
-It seems suspicious. Are you sure about following her?
Sheâs offering a meal.
Though he muttered this inwardly, Najin didnât let down his guard. Yet, despite his caution, the girl genuinely led him to an ordinary restaurant.
A restaurant in Cambriaâs central square.
Upon entering the seemingly upscale restaurant, what greeted Najin was not a deadly weapon but the appetizing smell of food, making his hungry stomach scream in protest.
âPlease sit there.â
Even as he sat down, Najin didnât let his guard down. But he couldnât maintain that attitude in front of the plates of food served one after the other on the table.
â¦Gulp.
Food he had never seen in the Underground City. In front of warm and fragrant dishes, Najin involuntarily swallowed. His hand, which had been resting on his sword hilt, was now reaching for the fork on the table.
âYou must be hungry.â
The girl, watching Najin, smiled.
âShall we eat first and then talk?â
What had seemed like a sinister smile filled with ulterior motives, now seemed no different from the smile of a benevolent gentlewoman. Najin took his hand off the sword hilt and grasped the fork.
It was delicious. Really.
Even considering it was his first proper meal in days, it was a truly moving experience. When chewing on a piece of well-cooked meat, Najin almost shed a tear.
So, the people from the upper levels eat this regularly?
In the Underground City, a feast meant dried meat of unknown age or dishes made by frying leftovers from animals butchered above ground. Even such meals were only tasted when Ivan held large events in the cityâ¦
âItâs a different level.â
The food of the upper levels was tender, not dry, greasy, and filling. Najin genuinely admired it. He felt a similar emotion to when he first ate a proper meal after being noticed by Ivan while rummaging through trash as a child.
After finishing the meal, Najin was cleansing his palate with water when the girl sitting opposite him finally spoke.
âTastes good, doesnât it? Itâs one of my favorite places.â
Najin nodded vigorously.
His wariness had already dissipated. Regardless of her intentions in treating him to such a meal, Najin was very open to considering them positively.
Najin adjusted his posture, ready to listen. Seeing that Najin was prepared to hear her out, the girl began to speak.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âLet me introduce myself first.â
She took out a business card from her pouch and handed it to Najin. Having learned to read and write the standard script of the Empire from Ivan, Najin found it easy to read the card.
The card belonged to the owner of the Dieta Trading Company, with the names of high-ranking officials recognizing the legitimate authority of the company. At the top, there was a name that seemed to be the girlâs.
Dieta â â â â â .
The letters written afterward were unreadable. It seemed more like someone had deliberately scratched off the letters with a knife rather than just wear and tear. Puzzled, Najin handed the card back to the girl.
âMy name is Dieta.â
Receiving the card back, she began.
âAs written on the card, I run the âDieta Trading Companyâ here in Cambria. Iâm quite well-known in this city butâ¦â
She glanced at Najin.
âIt seems youâve just arrived in this city?â
âI arrived today.â
âYou havenât gotten your ID card issued yet?â
âI donât have the money for it.â
An ID card was necessary for formally accepting quests and operating in the city. However, obtaining an ID card required money.
And Najin had none.
The travel money Offen had given him for escaping the Underground City had been used up on the way here.
âYou really came to this city with nothing, huh?â
âI have quite a story.â
âItâs harder to find someone without a story in this city.â
Dieta tilted her teacup.
After taking a sip, she opened her mouth as if to get to the main point.
âIt seems youâre in a tough situation⦠Would you be interested in making a deal with me?â
âA deal?â
âYes, a deal. I have a problem thatâs been troubling me lately.â
Najin sensed it. This was the main point.
The meal wasnât just a kind gesture but something with a motive, an expectation. From Najinâs perspective, this was more comfortable.
Pure kindness is hard to comprehend.
But the latter is intuitive and easier to understand.
Still, there was something troubling him. Why would someone like a company owner need him? The more Najin listened to Dieta, the narrower his eyes became.
âSo.â
Najin, having listened carefully to Dieta, spoke.
âYou want me to catch a group messing with your companyâs ledgers and punish them. Is that what youâre saying?â
âExactly. They meddled with the ledgers and hid in the alleyways, didnât they? I reported it, but the city guards here arenât very reliable.â
âBut why me?â
Najinâs question was natural.
If the company was as large as it seemed, they could hire private soldiers or even mercenaries without relying on someone untested like himself.
âIs the reason that important?â
Dieta responded briefly to his question.
âWhat matters is that Iâm offering you a good opportunity⦠and accepting this request wonât be a loss for you, right?â
It doesnât matter why.
âYou donât have to accept it. Donât worry, Iâm not the type to say, âPay for the meal!â if you refuse my offer.â
Dieta smiled as she did at the beginning.
Although her smile was highly suspicious, Najin decided not to delve deeper. As she said, there was nothing for him to lose in this proposition.
Certainly, an attractive offer.
The amount of money Dieta promised to pay for capturing them seemed quite substantial, even to Najin, who had a less developed sense of money.
-Itâs not a losing proposition. But donât you have one thing to check?
Merlinâs voice rang in his ears.
Najin answered inwardly. It seemed Merlin was thinking the same thing.
âJust need to confirm if the people she wants me to catch are actually criminals.â
Otherwise, it could be a trap.
In the Underground City, where Ivan was the law, acting recklessly could turn one into a criminal in an instant. Najin was aware of this.
-Youâre not clueless, are you?
Satisfied with his response, Najin nodded.
âDo you have any descriptions of them?â
âJust pick from here. You donât need to choose them all, just as many as you want.â
Dieta laid out several wanted posters in front of Najin.
She spread out about six. Looking at the posters, Najin suddenly smiled.
Out of the six wanted posters, three.
They were individuals who had apparently hidden in a very familiar setting. Najin pointed at those three posters.
âIâll take these.â
ââ¦All three?â
Dieta seemed a bit surprised. Najin, holding the detailed information and descriptions of the wanted individuals, stood up.
âOne last thing.â
Najin asked Dieta before leaving.
âHow capable are the targets? Do they handle mana⦠or emit Sword Aura?â
ââ¦?â
Dietaâs face, which had remained expressionless, showed a significant change at Najinâs question. She looked as if wondering whether she really had to explain that.
But then, she composed herself and answered.
âIf they knew how to emit Sword Aura, theyâd be Sword Experts⦠then Iâd hire a knight or a professional mercenary group, right? And the cost of the request would include a few more coins.â
She explained calmly.
âI heard they hired a few bodyguards, but theyâll just be at the level of handling weapons. People who know how to emit Sword Aura arenât hired cheaply.â
âIs that so?â
âHave you been living deep in the mountains or something? This is almost common knowledge.â
Deep in the mountains, huh.
Najin chuckled and nodded.
âSomething like that.â
ââ¦Excuse me?â
âIâll visit you again soon. And thank you for the meal. It was quite satisfying.â
Just as he was about to leave the restaurant, Najinâs gaze lingered. It settled on a man sitting in a corner of the restaurant. The man had been observing Najin and Dieta since the moment they entered.
Their gazes met.
Despite the manâs penetrating stare, Najin didnât look away but rather stared back directly, as if to challenge him. After a brief clash of gazes in mid-air, the man chuckled and turned his head away first.
Leaving the man behind, Najin exited the restaurant.
He didnât forget to take note of the restaurantâs sign and location before leaving, thinking he must return once he earned some money. With these thoughts, Najin moved on.
A short while after Najin left the restaurant, a man approached Dieta, who sat alone sipping her tea. It was Pasion, a knight who had been circling around her, providing protection.
The only knight who followed her when she almost ran away from the Arbenia House. Pasion, who owed a debt of gratitude to her mother, now lying cold in the grave, glanced at Dieta before speaking.
âHow was it, Sir Pasion?â
âNot bad. He noticed us.â
ââ¦He noticed?â
âYes. He seemed to be hiding his presence, but he caught on. He stared for quite a while before leaving.â
Pasion laughed as if it was absurd.
âHe seems like a bold kid.â
âAny peculiarities?â
âHis eyes seemed sharp, but other than that, nothing notable. Butâ¦â
Pasion sighed.
âAs I always say, please refrain from dealing with those entrenched in the back alleys. They are unpredictable.â
âThatâs what makes it interesting, Sir Pasion. You donât understand.â
Dieta chuckled.
âItâs fun to find shining things in the dark. Sometimes you find a gem or two in the alleys. Just one meal can give a good impression to talents? Itâs a win-win deal.â
âYouâve treated nearly 40 people so far, and only two have paid back. Quite a worthy investment.â
âNow itâs three.â
ââ¦Excuse me?â
âIncluding the boy who just left. Three out of forty isnât bad, right?â
She spoke with conviction.
ââ¦â¦â
Pasion silently observed his mistress.
Although she belonged to the Arbenia family, she did not possess the familyâs characteristic golden hair. Strongly inheriting her motherâs genes, Dieta lacked the luminescent blonde hair of her fatherâs lineage.
But those eyes.
Those sharp, yellow eyes, piercing through peopleâs worth like a snake, were reminiscent of the head of the Arbenia family. Observing the sometimes spine-chilling gaze of his mistress, Pasion inwardly sighed.
When his mistress was this confident, there was usually something special about the other party.
âIt seems you took quite a liking to that boy just now.â
âWell, heâs good-looking.â
ââ¦Is that the reason?â
âThere are other reasons too.â
Dieta trailed off.
âItâs not something I can explain. Just a feeling.â
Thinking back to the boy, Dieta propped her chin up.
He had the sharp edge of someone who clawed their way up from the bottom. Yet, his eyes were different, uncorrupted, carrying a clear light.
Eyes that contrasted with the atmosphere he exuded. Dieta felt intrigued by those eyes. The boy, still dirty, marked by the world, and a greenhorn just stepping into the city, had something.
âThereâs something about him. Not sure what it is.â
âA hunch?â
âSomething like that.â
Dieta chuckled, propping her chin.
âSir Pasion, want to make a bet?â
âOn what exactly?â
âWhether the boy will complete the task and return in a few days. How long will you bet on?â
After a moment of contemplation, Pasion spoke.
Pasion bet on a week, while Dieta bet on four days. This was a positive assessment of the boy. Even the week Pasion mentioned was a tight timeframe for an average bounty hunter.
Dieta had not lied to the boy.
In reality, the targets the boy chose posed little threat in terms of force. The problem was their escape skills. Coming from the back alleys, they moved through the cityâs maze-like alleys as if it were their own home.
Finding them might not be difficultâ¦
But capturing them was no easy task.
-Itâs not a trap.
âSeems like it. Suspicious, butâ¦â
The task proposed by the girl named Dieta.
Having confirmed that the targets of the task were wanted criminals, Najin was now heading towards the alleys. Dieta had marked a street where they were known to appear.
Stepping into that street, Najin took a deep breath. The stale air of the back alleys was familiar to him. The alleys were dark, without sunlight, but this too was no issue for Najin.
Living in darkness, he was accustomed to seeing in such dim light.
âItâs an opportunity I canât deny.â
Indeed, it was a good opportunity.
To establish a footing and grow in this city, Najin needed some initial capital.
Money was necessary for lodging, for food. He didnât need a lot, but at least enough to not struggle.
âLetâs earn a solid start.â
-Right. At least you wonât have to rummage through trash.
âI told you that was a joke.â
Ignoring Merlinâs grumbling, Najin steadied his breathing. Merlin whispered in his ear as he loosened up his body.
-But do you have a plan? Itâll be hard to find them in such dark places. Why those three, specifically?
Najin just smiled at that question.
The three wanted posters Najin had chosen.
The places where those three fugitives were seen were none other than the cityâs shadowy alleys. In other words, environments very similar to the Underground City.
âWell.â
A familiar stage.
And a familiar job.
âThis is my area of expertise.â
The former hunter of Ivanâs organization smiled. Hunting down those who ran off with money had always been Najinâs specialty.