Chapter 891
I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)
ãâ¦â¦I was an illegal slave too.ã
ãâ¦â¦!ã
As Fran described her situation, Prear was at a complete loss for words. Apparently, he didnât know about this in advance.
ãI was chained and beaten every day.ã
Fran recounted the time when she was a slave, but Prear still seemed unable to speak. He remained frozen, staring back at Fran.
ãI was always hungry. Always frowning at my own smell. Still, I lived.ã
ãâ¦â¦ã
ãI forced myself to remember everything they made me study, because they would beat me if I couldnât.ã
Fran continued in the same tone as before, but Prear winced slightly. Did he empathize with something in Franâs story?
ãThey treated me like I wasnât a person. Still, I had to put up with it to survive.ã
Fran glared at Prear with deep-seated anger in her eyes.
ãYou say slaves are a necessary sacrifice? Youâve gotta be kidding me!ã
ãâ¦â¦Nrgh!ã
Her uncontrollable killing intent brushed against Prearâs skin.
Prearâs eyes widened as a pathetic moan escaped his half-open mouth.
This was certainly no act, only fear from the bottom of his heart.
ãNot just for my kin, but also for myself. I will destroy the slavers.ã
ãâ¦â¦Butâ¦â¦ Butâ¦â¦!!!ã
Prear mouth moved, trying to say something in return, but the words werenât coming out.
He must have realized it. No matter what he said, he would never be able to talk down Fran, someone who has experienced slavery firsthand.
The strength drained from his body. It seems heâs given up.
ãâ¦â¦Sigh. I get it. Yeah, I get it now. You wonât stop at anythingâ¦â¦ã
He muttered in a weak tone. But then, he soon looked up at Fran and started pleading.
ãBut please, not in this season! Iâm begging you!ã
ãâ¦â¦ã
ãIâll look into the slavers as soon as we get rid of the antidemons! Iâll give you everything!ã
ãI donât trust you. You didnât tell us about Seliadot either.ã
ãSheâs not employed through the guild and she didnât even come in to greet me. I canât count her as an asset in the case of an emergency.ã
Prear was not lying. Iâve been using Principle of Falsehoods against Prear ever since I started getting suspicious of him.
However, nothing he said was a lie.
But how is that possible? The guy reeks of lies.
After thinking it through again, I realized that he might be speaking in half-truths.
If he was wary of lie-detecting skills, he could always speak with vague words to avoid lying.
With regards to the slavers, he said that he would look into them and give us the information he obtained. However, he could do that even if he was connected to the slavers.
Thatâs why we decided to ask Prear a question to determine if he was clean, once and for all.
ãPrear, are you connected to illegal slavers?ã
ãHah? What the hell? Does it look that way to you?ã
So he avoids a direct answer.
ãYes or no. Answer with one or the other.ã
ãWhat? Are you accusing me of something?ã
ãNn.ã
ãâ¦â¦I donât need to answer this shit! Donât irritate me any more with your stupid questions! Get the fuck out of my sight!ã
I knew it. Instead of answering, he pretended to get angry and kick Fran out. This guy was obviously guilty.
Fran reached for me on her back, but then paused.
ãWhatâs wrong, Fran?ã
ï¼Master. Prear said earlier that his highest priority was the survival of the city. He wasnât lying, right?ï¼
ãHmm? Yeah, it seems thatâs the truth.ã
ï¼I seeâ¦â¦ï¼
Fran turned to Sophie.
She had been watching the entire conversation between Fran and Prear with worry. Since Sophie wanted to protect the town too, this discussion was of utmost importance to her.
It seemed as if it could turn into a battle at any moment, so she must have been very anxious.
We could either take Prear down, or respect Sophieâs wishes and let him go. This was a rare instance of Fran being conflicted.
Tension filled the air of the office.
Franâs internal struggle didnât last long, but she ended up not being able to choose either option.
ãWeâre under attack!ã
ãT-The dragonkin!ã
ãShit! Theyâre way too strong!ã
A series of screams and sounds of destruction rang out from the bar area. I also heard an explosion. This was no ordinary drunken brawl.
We dashed out of the office to check out what was happening in the bar. There, we found more than ten dragonkin engaging the adventurers in a death battle near the entrance to the guild.
All of the dragonkin covered their faces with masks to hide their identities. Moreover, they were all quite skilled.
A dragonkin with red scales on his arms, seemingly the leader of the group, was particularly talented.
He was the smallest in the group, and even appeared to be a child at first glance. However, I could tell instantly that he outmatched even Gazzol.
But why would the dragonkin attack the guild?
I saw a few of the adventurers already injured in the assault.
ãMaster, letâs capture these guys first.ã
ãYeah, weâll handle the leader.ã
ãNn!ã
ãUrushi, you support the adventurers!ã
ãWoof!ã
ãSophie, letâs back up the adventurers!ã
ãOkay!ã
We wouldnât be able to continue interrogating Prear until we take care of these guys either way.
The adventurers looked relieved when they saw Fran unsheathe me and take a step forward. All of them knew her abilities by now.
The dragonkin leader, on the other hand, started grinning under his mask. His narrowed eyes were fixed on Fran.
ãHoh? Youâre pretty strong.ã
Despite his size, he had the hoarse voice of an old man.
ãYou too.ã
ãGwahaha! Bring it! Iâll take you on!ã
ãThatâs my line.ã
ãHow entertaining! I expected this to be a boring job, but I didnât know Iâd get such a bonus!ã
The battle-crazed dragonkin rushed toward Fran with his sword at the ready. He didnât seem to have a grudge or anything, and he also said the word âjobâ. What on earth was he after?
ï¼Iâll beat him down first, then hear him out.ï¼
ãSounds good to me!ã