Re:START/If {Book 1.0}
Chapter 31: The Girl’s Reason and Path for He (Part 01)

Note: This story is really not suitable for children under 18. This story does not intend to gossip or denigrate any group, race, religion, or party. The author has no ill intent in making it.

It was a small village that was quite prosperous, located near the forest directly adjacent to the hilly area and not too far from Mylta City. The village has several hectares of wheat, vegetables, and vineyards that can be harvested every late summer. In the village there is also a cattle and sheep farm, with commodities preferred to dairy milk and lamb fur shaved annually.

Despite having less than twenty heads of families of which almost one-third are Demi-humans, each villager has an important role in each and all have equal obligations. Whether it's on land, farms or relying on expertise, every citizen in harmony supports each other in living life.

The village head in that place was a wise old man and also an elder figure in that place. Although often burdened with taxes in the form of ¼ land products every harvest season, the village can be said to be mediocre conditions and its citizens prosper when compared to other regions. Yes, the village is very ordinary without advantages like other small villages in the territory of Marquess Luke.

The beginning of autumn is a suitable time to harvest crops such as wheat and wine. In that season the wheat has turned yellow, the wine has also got a suitable dry season to adjust its maturity. On a slightly foggy morning, farmers are seen harvesting crops in fields and gardens. While the farmers go to the cage from early in the morning, to milk the cows and do the annual shearing of the sheep.

“Why do Landlords pull huge taxes this time, huh?”

“He said Lord Dart wanted to make an expedition to the Astral World. According to my son who works as a waitress in the Mansion, it seems like Lord wants to find medicinal ingredients for his wife.”

“For Master Mavis?”

“Ya ..”.

“We should be happy because the Master may recover with it, but if we get a load like this ...”

“Hmm, indeed. The village guard was also later reduced, the soldiers were mostly withdrawn for the expedition.”

In between their work, the peasants chatted and complained about the policies of Landlord Dart Luke. Larger-than-usual tax withdrawals a few weeks ago disrupted the village economy, more precisely almost all of Luke's territory also experienced something similar. The Astral World Expedition brought the conditions of the territory led by Marquess Luke into an unbalanced state, becoming fragile and easily torn down militarily and economically.

Indeed, most of the people under the control of the region are often heard complaining like that since the policy was enacted, but can not do much about it. No one can change it, the policy of the ruler is absolute and unconsciously they are very obedient to it.

At the edge of the moat from the vegetable field irrigation system across the grain fields, sat a six-year-old girl. Her hair color was very different from the other children in the village, bright white like silver thread and her skin was slightly pale. Highlight the violet eyes of the girl was very innocent, amazed to see her father who was harvesting potatoes with other villagers.

“Nanra, please get me that basket!” pinta's father is among the citizens who are harvesting.

The little girl got up in a hurry. As if he had been waiting for his father's request, he cleaned the dress and immediately picked up a wicker basket nearby. Descending the sloping ground from the river embankment behind her, the girl leaped over a dry narrow trench and limped over the uneven ground due to not wearing sandals.

“This, Papah ~!” he said cheerfully while giving the basket carried with both hands.

“Hmm, thank you .... Nanra, the next time you want to come with Papah, it's better to wear footwear, yes. Later if there are sharp twigs or thorns, you can be injured.”

“Lupa!” replied the girl naively.

One of the farmers approached the brown-haired man, then lightly elbowed his waist. While smiling broadly, the little girl's father's best friend looked at Nanra and said, “Haha, Nanra is very devoted, yes! A little boy has helped Papah.”

The girl lowered her face, blushed in embarrassment and held the front of the dress with both hands. Glancing at the man, he said, “Ti-Not really, Uncle ..”

Looking lightly at Nanra's father, the farmer again said, “Orga, you have a filial son! Damn, you're so lucky! Already got a beautiful wife, children can also be like this!”

“Haha, thank you.”

“Don't even thank you, you damn it! So lucky you are!”

After a little joke, they continued their work. Nanra returned to the end of the field, climbed up the sloping ground one meter high and sat facing the field. Smiling lightly, he cheerfully sat there looking at his father.

Farmers can harvest produce up to twice a year, throughout the spring to mid-autumn period when they can plant. The results of the land will usually be purchased by traders from the city who come to the village, or sometimes the residents themselves come to the city which can be reached in a full day from the village.

They tend to barter in the buying and selling system, rarely making transactions on the basis of profit with money because indeed they do not have enough education to understand all that. The way of planting, processing land, tools, and even up to the system of government they believe is a great gift from Landlords. Because of this, most villagers have great respect for the government for what they get.

In addition to their commonly elevated Landlords fame as Heroes and King's close friends, most people in Luke's territory had great respect for their Landlords.

Not feeling the time passed quickly, the sun had begun to rise to its highest peak and the fog had been completely eliminated. Under a cloudy day, farmers working in fields and gardens gather in a saung-filled place between the two types of land.

The wives came from home carrying Rantang —panci arranged and covered for food with stalks, for handles and hooks. Rantang food was made of wood and made by one of the craftsmen in the village, it was also the idea came from a figure that the residents of Luke region know as Master.

Sitting together in their saungs, they ate lunch and joked with each other at recess. There are only fourteen families who take care of an area of nearly four hundred hectares, some other families in the village are farmers and craftsmen.

The land that they were cultivating those people by was basically not theirs. The villagers borrowed it from the government to cultivate the land, which is why the tax system is also enforced as a rental fee.

Nanra's family was among them, sitting together on one of the wooden open saaves with a dry wheat straw roof and joking with each other happily. The mother of the little girl was named Plurena, a charming blonde figure that could be said to be a village flower because of her beauty. Her long hair tied to a midget braid, she wore a long bright gray dress until her calves and dirty feet indicated she was not wearing footwear when she came.

Standing on her mother's lap, Nanra hugged her and acted spoiled. “Nanra, don't stand like on Mama's lap like that,” said Plurena while lowering the little boy. But as his feet rested on the floor of the withered saung, he immediately went up on his mother's lap and stood there again.

“This child ...” Orga smiled lightly at the behavior of his son who was very sticky with his mother. Holding Nanra's small body, she lifted her daughter up and moved her into her own lap.

“Already, already, Mamah is preparing our lunch. If you keep naughty, when do we eat?”

“Nanra not naughty! Nanra's a good boy!”

“Ya, yes ...”

That was one of their days in the village. Despite their simplicity, they never feel lacking. Have a family, live happily and share with each other. For Orga and Plurena, the end of the war meant so much to them and the village. The adults in the area have mostly felt the bitterness and pain of growing up in times of war, and are grateful that their children do not need to feel the hard times.

But at that time they were not aware that something born from the end of the war was not entirely good. Evil does not always come from something that is clearly visible.

They have not been aware, the envy and envy of those who cannot get a decent life despite having fought to risk their lives. Blood flowed, bones moved until broken and lost a lot of things. Of all the sacrifices that exist, which they can not be commensurate and make spite start to flare up. Blind people like them did not lose their conscience, turning into a figure even more terrifying than war.

The villagers also did not realize that their happiness would not last much longer. Because everything that makes everyone feel lost will certainly not bring good things.

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A few months later, precisely when the First Astral World Expedition had begun a week ago. The guard and security of Luke's territory was completely reduced because almost all the soldiers were withdrawn to follow the expedition, even the village near Mylta City was only guarded by five soldiers due to lack of personnel.

It was still mid-spring, when the planting period had already restarted after the snow melted. On a normal day without anything special, and without any strange or strange things the villagers do their daily routine in a simple way. No exception Nanra family, like other residents they do everyday in the fields that this time planted with vegetables such as carrots and cabbage.

In the morning there was nothing that made the villagers anxious. But at night, a ringing of warning bells ringing in the village made the atmosphere turn gripping quickly. The torches mounted on some corner of the village suddenly died, not because of the wind but intentional.

Horses in the stables neighed, cows and buffalo moaned. The chickens and goats make noise. Although the voices of the livestock were becoming more and more obvious, they could wake the villagers up, but not a single person or guard came out to check on them. It is undeniable, the guards assigned at the entrance gate of the village have been killed by some people who look like bandits.

They wore mercenary-like clothes, bow clothes with dual leather vests and light armor, as well as carrying sharp weapons such as swords and battle axes. Among them were also those carrying bows and arrows, as well as spears and knives. Judging from their mature equipment, it was clear that the bandits had planned an attack on the village from far away.

A man wearing light armour returned from the direction of the ranch which was at the very front of the village. He carried a blood-soaked sword along with three of his comrades. Opening the cover, he said, “Bos, the man standing guard at the farm we've cleared. Their horses have also hurt their legs, with this the possibility of them escaping will be reduced.”

Hearing that, the big-bodied man who was the Boss of the bandits put on a satisfied face and grinned darkly. He did not wear a face-covering cloth like his men, did not wear armor and only bow clothes with a thin leather vest. On the back of the bandit Boss, there was a large two-handed sword.

“Good .... Everyone, we finish this before sunrise .... Let no one escape! Scramble everything!”

“Ya!” answer the bandits simultaneously.

The total number of the bandit group was no more than twenty people including their boss. That included a considerable amount for the bandit group and enough to plunder one small village. Plus the complete equipment that was there, obviously they were not the usual bandits hiding in the mountain.

Looking towards a soldier who was left alive by him, the long-haired red-haired big man stared low. The young soldier had been stripped of his armor, stripped completely naked and completely enchanted like an animal. On his body were several bruises, his front teeth fell out and two index fingers were cut.

“Oi, how does it feel, honorable warrior? What was it like to be defeated so easily by us lowly bandits?! Huh uh?!! Must be frustrating, right?! Though already training proudly to be a soldier to serve your Master, but instead ended miserably like this!”

The soldier stared intently at the bandit Boss's curse, his mouth silenced by cloth made him unable to return the curse. Tears glistened, full of hatred that clearly emanated in the eyes of the young soldier. Gaining that gaze, the large-bodied burly man spat on the young soldier's face.

“Cuih! Loyalty, yes .... Fidelity hole ass, lo!” maki the bandit boss. He gritted his teeth in wrath, then shouted, “While he wants to die but still!! Haaah! The soldiers are pathetic. You think faithfully like that can be raised to knight?!”

Looking at the young soldier's completely unchanged eyes, the bandit boss let out a long sigh and put on a disgusted face. “Already, you trash,” he said as he raised his left leg above the face of the soldier who sat tied up. Breathing in and gathering his inner energy, with a loud bang he stomped on his head with an iron shoe and —

Crakktark!!!

The soldier's head was crushed like a tomato crushed by a cart on the side of the road. His blood splattered on the floor of the guard post, his head was visible and his skull was crushed like meat porridge. Raising the foot from the crushed head of the soldier, the bandit boss smiled widely as if enjoying the piercing.

“Life, disgusting~!”

Turning around and leaving the place, he walked into the village to take part with his men who were looting and having fun. The sound of screams began to sound, the groans of pain made the once peaceful village turn horrible in an instant.

One of the villagers ran away from the pursuit of some bandits, carrying his twin in dismay he was completely frustrated and desperately ran. The arrow shot rapidly towards him and pierced the mother's head. “To .. long,” that was his last word before dying, then collapsing horribly and dropping his twin.

Seeing that, the bandit boss approached his archery and snapping subordinates, “Oi! Don't kill the girl! It can be sold to those conglomerates or croupiers!”

“Uhawha! Sorry, bang boss!” said the bandit who carried the arrow and bow. He was thin and had slightly narrowed eyes, clearly he was from the empire looking at the face of his face.

“Get the baby! Later it can also be sold!”

“OK, okay!”

They, the bandits already did not regard the villagers as people. The bandits only consider the villagers as objects to make money, goods and even equivalent to livestock or hunting products. They are like that basically, a group of greedy people who used to be mercenaries and absolutely do not care about humanity or loyalty. All they believe in is money and power, the satisfaction they crave.

There were some villagers who tried to fight, they gathered in the middle of the village and tried to fight with agricultural equipment. But like a flock of ants, they were helpless before the bandits. Indeed, ants can topple elephants if they work together, but that applies if their numbers are more.

In front of the bandits who were trained to fight in groups, the villagers were even weaker than a pack of ants. Maggots, in front of the bandits they are just maggots who live into bird feed.

Slaughtered, beheaded, humiliated and humiliated. They really played with the lives of the villagers. The men and parents were killed without mercy, the children were arrested and opened their eyes wide to be forced to watch their mother being screwed by another man. Frenzied cheers filled the village, along with flames that began to ignite.

The disgusting sight and action was like entertainment for the bandits, they were partying in the middle of the burning village. The fields that had just been planted, the cattle pens, and the houses, all over the village began to burn the red fire that was kind of like the devil.

At one of the houses in the village that had not been entered by the bandits, Orga peeked out from between the wooden walls. The sound of the warning bells a few hours ago and the terrible scream from outside made him shiver in fear, trembling uncontrollably until his feet were limp. Along with his wife and son who had been awakened, the man paled and confused what to do. In the dark room of his house, the man could only hold his breath and hope not to be found by the bandits.

“Sayang ..” Plurena held tightly to her husband's trembling hand.

Orga turned his head, he understood that he could not show fear in front of the family and make them anxious. Imposing a smile on that face full of fear and helplessness, the man said, “Don't worry. We must be out of here .... Looks like they bandits really intend to plunder the entire contents of our village.”

“Why? Isn't this close to town? Why are we under attack?”

“Entah, probably ... because they heard the news of the expedition they ...”

“We should how? I don't want to die let alone be their toy .... Orga, how should we?”

That woman was really scared. Although in the room with minimal lighting from a small lantern, Orga clearly saw his wife's face showing that expression. The man could only be silent, he understood very well that he was very weak and helpless. He could not even use a sword, anything else stood up against the bandits.

“Mamah? Papah?”

Hearing the shrill voice of the little boy standing between them, the two adults fell silent and were immediately stunned to understand that they did not deserve to behave like that in front of their child. Plurena knelt down and hugged the little body of her daughter, trembling and tightly she softly whispered, “Don't worry .... Mamah and Papah must have protected you, Nanra ..” At that time the little girl did not really understand what her mother was talking about, she only understood that her mother was scared.

Back hugging, Nanra said, “Hmm, Mamah ...”

Immediately carrying her child, the blonde lady with the braids looked at her husband and nodded. Not caring about the possessions in their small house, the two men walked out through the back door while carrying Nanra.

Lurking in the shadow of the building, they looked for a gap from the bandits who were acting. The flames made them unable to hide. Crossing paths with several bandits wandering through the village, Orga and her family lay together in the darkness among the bushes.

Snuggling up, they saw the neighboring families being slaughtered by the bandits. The family coconut, a close friend of Orga's, is hacked into his back while protecting his son, and the wife is captured by bandits and stripped naked.

The boy from the family cried hatefully at the bandits, staring and trying to attack them with a stone in his hand. The body is small, very fragile and light. With a single kick to the face, the boy's body was made bonyok without being able to avenge his father and lost consciousness.

“Sorry .... Sorry ...”

Orga and Plurena could only keep their mouths shut and remain hidden behind bushes. Their daughter who was about to cry they were silent, in fear of being unable to do anything and just hiding. Carefully withstanding the sound, lying motionless behind the bushes. Time seemed so long to them, the sounds of moans and screams were like an unrelenting nightmare.

Neighbors, relatives, friends, acquaintances, village chiefs, and the voices of the people Orga and Plurena knew seemed to shower them with thousands of guilt and helplessness. Hate and wrath clearly grow in the mind, but the desire to protect a very strong child still makes them silent and hope the morning comes soon.

The worst sight they saw was the depraved show of bandits rolling the village women in front of the little ones. Vilely, like animals and even inferior to that they did it in turn after killing all the men and old men in the village.

A large man came to the place where the bandits were having fun with crazy. He is the boss of a bandit group, with long hair, visible in the eyes of Nanra and her family. The little girl who was lying in the bushes in the arms of her two masters was wetting her so scared of the man who came.

“Oi, yes! You guys have fun first! Do that at headquarters, you bastard!” The bandit boss said with great satisfaction at the result of the loot. Smiling broadly, he looked at one of his comrades.

“Don't do it, dong! Bang Boss, all the adults we've killed. The women and children as they seem, they've been arrested. Well, if anyone runs away I don't know! At least let us party until morning!”

The bandit boss stared at the women and children who were bound not far from where he stood, they had not been touched at all unlike the five women that the bandits were playing with. Looking at the children and the women, the gondrong man did not see them at all as people but as merchandise.

“Hmm, women and children are still lacking. Though at the beginning of the plan should be their number is not this way. Is anyone out of the village .... No, I don't think so.”

Before attacking they had indeed been spying on the village since winter and waited for the guard to begin to soften until spring. The reason they were targeting the village was very simple, guarding the village that had the potential to get a high threat would definitely be strong guard. But, if the opposite is definitely different and will tend to be fragile. As the bandits expected, the village that had no potential to be attacked instead became the most fragile.

Staring sharply at the fellow next door, the bandit boss asked, “Didn't you guys kill him?”

“Killing the women? Did the boss really count it? If it is not wrong the number of women in this place—” Bandit was also surprised when making sure that the number is indeed less. Holding his chin with his left hand and playing the dagger with his right hand, he muttered, “Hmm, indeed lacking. Did anyone kill him?”

“Do not ask back, sneak! Tch! There was also a fool in front who killed a woman. If it is reduced, it is still less!”

“Well, less one or two no problem!”

“Tch! Basic bego!”

The bandit boss looked at the place where Nanra and her family were hiding, as if he knew that there was someone behind the bushes. He stared intently, without blinking and kept staring deeply at them. Orga and Plurena trembled and tried to remain silent, desperately holding their voices in their arms and praying in their minds that the bandits would not find them.

Unanswered prayer, hope was lost when the bandit boss pointed at them and said, “There are still people. Catch them!” The bodies of the three of them seemed to be struck by lightning upon hearing that, unable to move and trembling chaotically in fear.

“Ah, Boss are also aware of them, yes?” The skinny bandit smiled cunningly, staring narrowly as he played the dagger with his fingers.

“Hah? If you know why not get arrested?!” snapped The bandit boss was annoyed.

“Bos very diligent. We're bandits, at least we need this kind of entertainment. They must have been so scared that they couldn't move! Ahwaahaha!! Seeing people close to them being harassed and raped like that! Be killed! Tortured!! It's great entertainment!!”

He laughed, the arrogant man wearing a light dark-colored armor was completely blown away in madness. Smiling widely with the other bandits and looking into Orga's eyes hiding behind the darkness, the arrogant bandit licked his own lips. That gaze really scared Orga to death. Hearing the approaching footsteps, his body trembled even more.

“Uwah .... Your hobbies depraved. Base broken.” The bandit boss patted his partner's back.

“Speaking what this boss is, we from the first bandits have indeed been damaged.”

“Ahaha! Also true! Also true! In this crazy world we are like that!”

Their voices sounded terrible in Orga's ears. Gnashing his teeth and biting his own lips until it bled, the man got up from the bushes and stood before the approaching bandits.

“I surrender!! Please! Stop all this!”

The approaching bandits jolted to a halt, stared in confusion and then began to laugh at the man's courage. They were completely blown away and insulted him, completely indifferent to the bravery of the man standing before them even with legs that could not stop trembling.

“What the fuck is this guy?! Take a brave fight?!”

“Koyol! How ridiculous! Does he think a hero?!”

“I've never seen this idiot?! Boss, what do we do to him?”

“Kill it! Ah, if the women and children in the bush don't get killed, get them!”

“Iya, yes!”

Orga trembled chaotically as the armed bandits approached. Stay standing and stretch both his hands to the side, the man said, “Please ... let them go .... Please .... You can do anything to me, but please let them go .... Please!” The man continued to pity and beg for forgiveness even though his words were not listened to by the bandits, with a pitiful and helpless face.

A bandit who surrounded him approached, then slashed Orga's right hand and cut him off. The man fell down and curled up on the ground in pain, blood splattered and the man let out a silent scream without a sound. Plurena stood in panic looking at her husband. Finding the figure of a beautiful woman who came out from behind a bush while holding a child, some bandits whistled and grinned like animals.

“Bos, looks like he's a big class? Can you do us?”

“You work together?”

“Hah! It's up ...”

The bandit boss was not as interested as his men, to him they were all nothing more than merchandise. Turning away from the men, his right leg was held by Orga who crawled up to his place. “Please ... don't touch them ..” the man pleads from the bottom of his heart, even if it's to the person he hates the most. Seeing the man as nothing more than an insect, the bandit boss kicked the man's head with his left leg and broke his neck. Plurena's face immediately widened to see that, tears fell along with her lost hope.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! NAY! NAY! ORGAS! DON'T LEAVE US!! ORGAAA!!”

The woman whined towards her husband's corpse, carrying the child in a sling that was also crying loudly. The bandits immediately dropped the woman, grabbed her child and forcibly separated from her mother. Nanra whined, kept calling her mother and thrashed as hard as the bandits who caught her.

Plurene's hands were held to the ground, overlaid and began to be stripped. The woman's hair was grabbed until the ties came off, then her head was bumped to the ground by the bandits. As the woman stopped resisting, the savage men began to lower their pants and argue over who would first fuck Plurena.

In the eyes of that white-haired little girl, they were all extremely terrifying demon-shaped people. The fear within Nanra turned into anger. He broke away from one of the bandits who caught him and ran towards the bandits near his mother, then hit him with all his might.

The punch was completely tasteless. Looking at it with a rogue face, the bandit who was hit swung his hand and struck Nanra's chord. The girl's body slammed and slammed onto the ground, curled up with breathless breath and panting from the blow to the point of vomiting.

With a faint gaze and beginning to blur, Nanra looked towards her mother and tried to grab the hand of the woman who had always given her that warmth. Plurena moved her lips and said something. Amidst the lively voices of the bandits who were still arguing, the girl clearly heard her mother's words.

“Sorry ..., Nanra.”

The word was clearly conveyed to the girl. Before her body was touched by men other than her husband, Plurena snatched the dagger from one of the bandits and pierced her own neck with it. It was precisely done in front of Nanra, burning in the eyelids of the girl and making her anger smolder instantly.

“Ah! He even killed himself!”

“Tch! Damnit!”

“Oi, his son is also passable.”

“Moving?”

“Hah! My taste is not that!”

The bandit boss approached Nanra, crouching before the girl who was staring hatefully at him. Smiling lightly, the gondrong man beat the girl until her head slammed onto the ground and her consciousness quickly disappeared.

Afterwards, like the other children and women captured by the bandits, Nanra was taken to their headquarters which was around the highland area. The days after that were hell. Arrested in a hole with walls and a stone floor in a cave, treated like a pet by the men who made both his parents die.

They were locked up in a cave that was the headquarters of the bandits, waiting for a city or people who were interested in them and bought to be used as manual labor or for prostitution. The worst possibility that they could get was to be sold out of the kingdom and made into slaves with no rights there at all.

A week, a month, a season, it's not clear Nanra is in that dark, stuffy room. Cold stone floors, light entering through the sidelines of air vents on the ceiling, and dusty empty wooden plates. There were only a few people left, not as many as the first time they were put into a prison located in the cave hole.

Most of them had been sold, used by bandits to party or dragged for the entertainment of those uncivilized people to death. In that loathsome place, Nanra curled up her legs to the front and sat in the corner without moving in the slightest. His body was thin until it was just like skin, his eyeballs went inside and his petals were deflated.

Raising his face and staring like a dead man, inside the stuffy place was still visible there were some people who cared for each other. A girl slightly older than him was seen anxiously clutching two twin babies and who was speechless without crying. Nanra saw that the two babies were completely motionless, thinking that the girl was crazy for carrying a corpse.

Smirking small, he realized that he himself had also gone crazy and chaotic. He curled up, hoping that his life would quickly end and be free from the hell of the world. He thought about ending his life with a piece of stalagmite stone lying down. But as she felt the pain of a stab from the pointed sharp stone in her hand, the girl undoed the intention to stab her own neck and just curled up in the spot.

The cover on the ceiling of the cave pit where they were held open. A bandit man descended the wooden stairs and looked towards them. Whenever anyone came to the place, it must have meant that there was one person who would leave the place. Nanra was familiar with the man, he was the Boss of the bandits who beat him unconscious and caught him.

The gondrong man looked to his right and left, glaring at the women and children who were frightened by his arrival. One of the boys ran into the big per and tried to stab him with a pointed stone. With a swing of the hand, the boy's body was punched by the man until it bounced and hit the wall.

“Tch! If you like that and your selling value can decrease, little boy!”

The burly man again observed the people inside the cave pit. As he looked at Nanra who was curled up in the corner without moving a single bit, the man smirked. The bandit boss got the item that was going to be sold for this time.

“Akh, if not wrong order children less than ten years old, yes. Paedofil traders ... Why do people from the empire love something like this?”

The gondrong man walked up to Nanra and stood before her. Staring low at the girl was nothing more than a trade item, he pulled her hand and forced her to stand up. With weakness, the girl resignedly coupled with the man's rough.

He was taken out of the hole by the man. The moment that awaited him was not the light of hope. It was another hell, there was a conglomerate dressed in the typical Urzian Empire with a look that was clearly not a good person. Behind the fat man, there were two bodyguards carrying spears with blades curved like the moon in their hands.

In the cave is actually conjured by the bandits as a headquarters, there are chairs and tables, weapons shelves and several other supply boxes. Behind Nanra, besides there was a hole covered in boards, there was also a wooden wall that looked like a space divider.

“How? Is this enough?” said the bandit boss. He walked up to the fat man carrying Nanra, then sat down on the wooden box and looked at the customer.

“Hmm, natural white hair, yes .... Quite rare .... That pale skin, must be delicious when injured little by little. Ah~ I can't wait.”

The conglomerate man dressed in a frilled kimono licked his own lips, looking like a gluttonous pig with his plump body. Nanra who was standing near the bandit Boss was just staring flatly with dead eyes, not caring anymore about the fate that awaited her later in the man's hands.

“May I taste him first?”

“Cample?” asked the bandit boss confused.

“Ah ..” The conglomerate man stood up and approached Nanra, then immediately pulled out a seedy dress and stripped her naked. The little girl's body was clearly exposed in front of the fat man, she quickly licked him like an animal and was completely disgusting. His chest, genitals, neck, nape, and eyelids, all of which were seen by the man. Nanra did not act at all, she was the girl who did not care about such a thing anymore.

“Abritish .... She hasn't had a shower, you know.”

“Not to worry, it's my hobby.”

“Uwah, I don't understand the thought of people making money.”

Before Nanra's body was touched even further, suddenly one of the bandits entered from the mouth of the cave and shouted, “Bos!! Under attack! Kit— place!!” His fatigue was immediately cut off before the words were finished, rolling on the cave floor and stopping right in front of the bandit Boss's feet.

The figure that was still standing after the bandits who reported it fell was the figure that made the people in the cave creep. It was an absolute, indisputable power and they were completely made aware of the existence of caste just by looking at it. The one-handed sword was covered in blood, blue eyes lit up and dark gray hair that was paled long. That figure is the Swordsman, Dart Luke.

“Me too, you assholes .... Dare to riot in my area and kidnap my people ...”

The man with blue eyes that seemed to light up in the darkness began to step his legs. Although without protective armor and wearing only an ordinary leather vest, he still lightly stepped foot towards the bandits.

“Strike him!! Bring all the weapons!!”

The bandit boss immediately took out his two-handed flagship sword. Prepare with his men to attack. Long-range attacks such as arrows and throwing spears turned without being able to touch the Swordsman, it was one of the effects of the necklace-shaped magic tool he wore. Turning to a melee attack, the bandits stormed in unison.

In front of Dart Luke, everything was useless. He was a figure standing at the peak of sword arts and a master of various sharp weapons. Within seconds, everything was beheaded and their coconuts rolled on the floor leaving their lifeless bodies. Without exception, not even the bandit boss was struggling before him.

There was a bandit that he left alive to capture, a conglomerate man who was curled up on the floor he did not kill. Looking at the fat man's clothes, Dart muttered, “So, yes .... Most of it has to do with the Empire.” The man flicked his sword to clear the blood attached to the sword eye, then sheathed his weapon.

As he was about to interrogate the man from the empire, a glimpse of Dart's eyes met with the look of Nanra's eyes. At that moment, in the girl white hair who lost hope and purpose in life appeared a spark in the mind. Hatred, that sense was so strong at once so hollow. Looking at the Boss of the bandits who had already become a corpse, the girl smirked chaotically as if crazy. Looking back at Dart dragging the conglomerate out of the cave, the little girl again grinned.

In the mind Nanra decided to remain resentful. It was his only reason to stay alive, he would continue to hate them and start blaming the nobles for what he had suffered. Indeed it is very unreasonable to hate the person who saved him and he understood that, but only with that he can live life again. The girl needs a reason to keep going and keep living. His empty eyes came back to life, embers of anger began to flare within him.

“Kinkarta! Take care of the rest!” dart said before leaving the cave. After the man came out, the soldiers of Felixia Kingdom came in to help the people inside and it was also they who brought Nanra out of the place physically. The girl's soul seemed to have gone elsewhere, instilling her hatred towards the nobility and making it a living excuse.

What Dart saved from that place was not much, only a few children and women whose numbers could be counted on the fingers. Children were sent to orphanages, and women were given the freedom to choose whether to go to puritanical roads or to prostitution to survive.

That was what happened to Nanra, the white-haired little girl before ending up at the Inkara Orphanage. It was not strange or a rare case, the seizure of small villages and children and women kidnapped for sale. This world is like that, it is very clearly inherent in their common sense.

Those who are happy and fulfilled will not understand the feelings of those who are always miserable and lacking. Like a flower that blooms beautifully, they will not know the dirt that becomes the soil fertilizer on which they bloom.