For some reason, just thinking of the earlier scenarios that had transpired caused my whole body to shake. I wasnât angry. I just found it hard to understand.
âIâm not wrong.â
Of course⌠it was natural to want to help people.
âHe doesnât know anything.â
No one lived in the slums because they wanted or chose it. Every one of these people had their own sad stories to tell.
Some have not been contacted by guilds or clans, while others had become disabled from hunting in the past. Some were driven to the streets because of sick family members, while others were simply unable to find work.
In other words, society has led them to this place.
Lindel, the Holy Empire⌠No, this entire continent itself is wrong.
This was a society that did not know how to care for the weak. It was a selfish community. Although they promised welfare benefits to most of its citizens, the poor did not receive any.
On this continent, where people only worked for their interests, someone had to step forward.
âIt will be dangerous.â
âNo, it wonât be dangerous.â
âWellâŚAs a priest, you have the freedom to choose how you think. However, it would be good to have a minimum of safety devices. I donât know when and how something will happen.â
âWhy do you think so?â
âRather, I want to ask why you donât think the same.â
âThe reason you donât understand me is because youâre not looking at them properly.â
âMy answer is the same. Rather, it is you who is not looking at them properly. There are not just those who are poor and need help. Who needs help are those who try to stand up, not those lying down.â
âI donât want to hear that kind of talk anymore.â
âYes, yes, fine. Iâll stop.â
âThen, I will just leave as you said. I want you to keep what you promised.â
âYeah. Whether or not. By all means, goodbye.â
It was not even worth answering him. Even if I were to accept his offer and act as one of the slumsâ people, nothing would change.
I didnât even have to respond to such a non-playful offer. Nevertheless, I had one reason as to why I was willing to enter the slums alone.
âI wasnât wrong.â
I wanted to prove to that man that I wasnât wrong. There was certainly a difference between simply watching from a distance and breathing and living with them.
There was an old couple who had given me thanks while weeping for help, and there was a little child who plucked me some flowers in return for my help.
Iâd seen so many things that this man hadnât for nearly two years. The people and I had spent a long time communicating and talking together.
As I continued to step forward, I could slowly feel the atmosphere getting darker.
What was wrong? I always walked down these streets and was very familiar with it, but I could feel that something had changed.
It was the time of the day to eat, yet no one openly loitered around the streets. This place is always the same.
I could feel the familiar, unpleasant smell of the slums fill my nostrils, but I had long since adapted to it, so it did not bother me anymore. As I continued walking around, the helpless people I had always helped came into view. Some of them were chatting, and the rest were just looking around the area.
The people taking care of their children caught my eye, as well as the lovers walking with arms folded together.
The man was at least right in this aspect. This was also a place where people lived, albeit with no convenient facilities, no decent restaurants, and no decent homes.
âGood.â
As I stepped in a little further, a crowd of people caught my eye.
âThis is the plazaâŚâ
It cannot be deemed as a decent square. It was an empty field with nothing, and it was just called a plaza because it was a space where people naturally gathered together. In other words, it is a symbolic space that the poor called their shelter.
As I quietly settled on one side, a familiar face caught my eyes.
This was one of the men that that man had hired.
I didnât know why he was here, who should be at work, but perhaps something had happened?
When I was looking around so quietly, a loud voice began to come into my ears.
âKim! Why didnât you go out today?â
âYeah, why didnât you?â
âBecause that guy had hired meâŚâ
âAhhh. I see.â
âThenâŚâ
âIt was very difficult. Itâs just moving rocks, but somehow I feel like it doesnât suit me.â
âWhat? Didnât you say you would start your life anew now?â
âYes, I did say that, but⌠I really didnât like working there. I thought about it, and I felt no difference whether I worked there or ate her food here.â
âIf someone she knows hears you⌠Be careful, man.â
âListen. I donât think I will come today⌠I feel like Iâm freaking out about working for nothing.â
âI didnât see the priest today. Is she still coming?â
âDoes it make sense that the priest would be sick?â
âIt could be that day. No matter how much of a priest she is, sheâs still female. Sheâs probably on her natural monthly cycle or something.â
âThat makes sense.â
âWhat?â
Blinking, I strained my ears to make sure I was hearing them. I could hardly comprehend the words they so casually put out.
âAhâŚâ
âWell, thatâs shit⌠Iâll just go hungry and die⌠Iâm also feeling very sleepyâŚâ
âWell then, thatâs an expression I havenât heard in a while.â
âAhâŚâ
After roughly covering his face with one hand, the man who should have gone off to work left the square. I didnât know why they went away.
I just felt like I shouldnât stay there.
To be precise, it was because I didnât want to hear their conversation anymore, but I couldnât afford to think about all these things at once.
âYou tamed them.ââŚThe manâs voice came into my head.
As if his words had conjured a magical spell, I began to notice things I had not noticed before as I continued walking deeper into the slums,
âIâll make it cheap for you.â
âThe smell of money is amazing.â
Lovers walking while holding hands no longer looked like lovers. With horror, I realized that this was a middle-aged man and a prostitute.
âIs this just this?â
âYeah, sorryâŚâ
âThe little ones are missing⌠.â
âAhhhh!â
It turned out that the man who I thought had been looking after the children were not looking after them at all.
The bums on the street were drowning themselves with cheap rum, and the voices I heard were either criticizing something or someone. Some men also harassed women.
âHey!â
A plethora of swear words also rung out from every corner of the street.
âIt sounds so natural for them to utter such wordsâŚâ
It was the same scenario everywhere I went. People who I thought I knew turned out to have completely different characters and personalities.
However, as this thought suddenly came, my nerves began to pull at me.
âWhat if the man is right?â
âWhat if I am wrong?â
âWhat if what I saw was just part of the slums and what he saw was everything?â
âWas it me who had failed to see everything clearly right from the start?â My thoughts were all over the place.
I hadnât seen these kinds of things before. When I was in a position to help these people, I didnât notice them at all.
âThey would be perpetrators somewhere.â
The man was right.
Even those who I thought were weak turned out to be harassers to others.
Until now, I had been mad at myself because I had always been above them.
The reason I hadnât been a victim of that sort of treatment until now was that a group of strong people surrounded me in good clothes.
However, this was a different situation. I had taken on the form of somebody else. At that moment, I realized just why that man said that this endeavor might be dangerous.
âI have to go.â
With this thought in mind, I made to turn around, but a sinister voice behind me made me freeze.
âIf you donât want to get stabbed, donât move.â
Chills went down my spine. What made me feel more anxious was the presence of the blade that I felt behind my back.
âWhat do you want from me?â
âFuck you.â
At this, I fell silent.
âDid you think you wouldnât know you were a girl if you were tightly wrapped in a hood like that?â
âWhat⌠What do you plan on doing?â
âAre you asking because you really donât know? I doubt that.â
âThis⌠Donât do this.â
âDo you know how dangerous it is to wander alone on a night like this?â
âPleaseâŚâ
âI wonât kill you, rest assured. I have other plans for youâŚâ
I could roughly understand what was going on, even as the cool blade was ominously aimed at my back. I knew I could have easily said a spell to save myself, but my mouth refused to utter the words. It was a very unexpected situation, and my legs trembled in the first situation.
When I did not move for some time, the man behind me struck me hard.
âAh!â
I was flung sideways from the exerted force, and I couldnât help but gasp.
Before I could even attempt to get up, I felt a strong hand holding my hair. Although I was desperately rolling my eyes for help, the men who came into view were looking at me as if they found this entire spectacle fun.
âPlease⌠helpâŚâ
I could see faces I knew. I had helped some of these men with relief goods. These were the people I had talked with and knew.
Of course, I thought they would help me. Surely they knew how wrong this was.
However, none of them were reaching out to help. They were avoiding my gaze while trying not to laugh, all the while pointing fingers at me. All the reactions they showed were the same.
âDonât do this. Please save meâŚâ
A fist then hit my abdomen. I couldnât even scream from the pain because of the immense fear I was feeling. When I tried to utter a divine spell, a large fist shook threateningly in front of me.
âAhhhhhh!â
ââŚâ
âDonât do this. Someone, please help. please⌠Help.â
âThe guys here all want the same as me, and you ask them for help? Are you new here?â
âAh⌠No.â
âDid you come in here alone, not knowing how dangerous it is? How clueless are you?â
From what he said, I knew he was not referring to the entire slums. I realized that the man was simply talking about the western side of the area.
I couldnât understand why this area was a place that shouldnât be entered. It was a place where I always hung around during my volunteer days.
Before I even organized my thoughts, a large face hung right in front of me.
âI think I can sell you at a good priceâŚâ
The man who had spoken sported a visibly noticeable burn on his face. It looked like it had not gotten proper medication.
The odor from his mouth and body made me feel nauseated.
âWowâŚâ
âShe seems disgusted by you.â
âAh! N-NoâŚâ
Once again, my head spun. The pain began to blossom on the left side of my cheek.
âAre you disgusted by me?!â
âAh!â
âAnswer me! Am I disgusting?!â
âPlease⌠Please save me! Iâm going to die hereâŚâ
âYou will look more disgusting than me in the future, rest assured. Donât have such a weak stomach now. Itâll be nice to have fun with you first before we sell you off.â
âHelp me.â
âPlease helpâŚâ
âMiss, I donât know what you keep asking for help⌠Who do you think can help you here? If you need help, you should go to the nearby clan vigilante and ask for help. No one among us here will help youâŚâ
âPleaseâŚâ
âWhat a stupid bitch. Tsk.â
âHelp meâŚâ
The people who had crowded around us all sported intrigued expressions. No one looked like they were planning to help me out.
âIt will be dangerous.â
âNo⌠NoâŚâ
âThey would be perpetrators somewhere.â
âHelp me. Someone, pleaseâŚâ
âPeople who need help are those who try to stand up, not those lying down.â