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Infinite Mage Chapter 128: The Galiant Island (4)

Chapter 128: The Galiant Island (4)

“Hey,‌ stop that!” Shirone​⁠​ stepped forward and⁠‍‍ shouted.

Gamos​‍⁠ turned to Shirone​ with a look​‍ of astonishment. It⁠ seemed a nobody‍ had appeared out‍‍⁠ of nowhere, but‍ it turned out‍​ to be just‌ a boy not‍‍ yet in his‌‍ twenties, holding grocery‍‌ bags in both​ hands.

“What’s⁠‍⁠ this? You little⁠​ brat, where do⁠ you get off⁠​ meddling?”

“Please‌‌ let that lady​⁠ go. Everyone is‍‌ watching, and the‍​‌ guards will be‌ here soon.”

“Gahaha!⁠‌‌ The guards? Do‌‌ you even know‌‌‍ who I am?”‌⁠

“Who⁠ you are doesn’t‌⁠ change anything. If‌‍ you keep this‍ up, I’ll go​⁠‍ and call the‍​⁠ guards myself.”

“Hmm…”⁠

As‍ Gamos loosened his‌⁠​ grip, the woman​ quickly escaped and⁠⁠ hid behind Shirone.‍⁠ Though he was​‌‍ just a boy,​ he was the‍‍ only one in​⁠ the crowd she‌‍⁠ could rely on.​‍​

“Please⁠​​ save me. That‍⁠​ man was trying‌​⁠ to…”

Gamos‍ frowned and approached.‌

“What⁠‌ a nuisance. Kid,‌‌ I’m a trader​ on Galiant Island.‍‍‍ This woman tried‍​⁠ to steal from‌​ me. She even⁠​‍ broke a valuable​ porcelain piece.”

“Porcelain?”⁠

Shirone​​ blinked in confusion.​ If what the​​⁠ man said was‌​‍ true, then the‍⁠ woman standing behind‌⁠‍ him was a thief.

“Right.‍‍ I did demand​ her body as‍‍‌ compensation. But since​‌ she damaged the​‍​ goods, she must‌ make amends, right?⁠ Calling the guards‌ will only get⁠‍⁠ her arrested.”

Turning‌‍ around, Shirone saw‍ the woman avoid‌​ his gaze.

“Is‍‍‌ what he’s saying​‌ true?”

“Yes,‍​​ I’m sorry. But‌⁠⁠ I really needed‍‌ that porcelain. I’m⁠‌ telling the truth.”‌‍⁠

“Hahaha!‍ There’s no situation‌ where someone ‘needs’​ porcelain that badly.​‍ You mean you⁠‌​ needed the money.⁠ I was just⁠‌ trying to help​⁠⁠ her earn some.‌ Now you see,⁠ kid? It’s best‍​ not to get‌‍ involved with such‌ women. Unless, of‍ course, you’re looking​ for a one-night‌‍​ stand, right folks?”​​​

The‌​‍ crowd laughed along‌⁠⁠ with Gamos, though⁠ the situation hardly‍‌‍ seemed funny. The‍‌‍ tension that had‌ built up among‌‍ the onlookers suddenly‌ dissipated.

“Just​ go enjoy your⁠⁠⁠ meal with your‍⁠ friends. Don’t meddle⁠ in adult affairs,​​ or you’ll end​‌‌ up like this.”⁠‍

The​‍‍ woman clutched Shirone’s‍ arm, pleading.

“Don’t​ go, please. If‍ you leave, I don’t know what‌‍ he’ll do to‌ me.”

“Maybe‍ you should turn​‌⁠ yourself in? The​‍‌ guards can handle​ this.”

“I‍‍ can’t! He has⁠‍ the entire island⁠‍ under his control.‍ Please, trust me.”​⁠

“How‌‌ much was the​‌ porcelain worth?”

“I’m​ not sure, but​​‍ it might be​ around 50 silver.”‍⁠

Shirone‍ fell into thought.‍⁠​ Paying 50 silver‌‍ to help the⁠‍‌ woman wasn’t difficult‌⁠ for him. But⁠ was it right⁠ to pay off⁠​​ someone’s guilt just​‍‍ because he had⁠‍ the money? Just⁠ as he had⁠‍ no right to‍ judge someone’s guilt,‍ he also had​ no right to‍‌‍ pardon it.

Shirone‍ made up his‍​‍ mind and approached​​ Gamos.

“I’ll⁠ pay the porcelain’s‌ cost on her‍​ behalf. So please,‌ let her go.”​‌

Gamos​‍ raised an eyebrow‌⁠⁠ in surprise. To​ a noble, 50⁠ silver wasn’t much.‍⁠ But what was‍‌‌ the boy’s intention‍ in standing up‌‍ to him, Galiant’s​ mighty trader, for‍ this woman?

“Oh,⁠‌ so you plan​​ to take her⁠‍⁠ for yourself? I suppose a young⁠​​ lad like you​‍⁠ couldn’t find such⁠ a beauty for⁠ 50 silver anywhere‍​‍ else?”

Shirone’s‍⁠⁠ brow furrowed. Gamos’‌ insinuation that he⁠‍ had lascivious intentions‍ annoyed him.

“I⁠⁠ have no such‍⁠ thoughts. Do you⁠ think everyone is⁠ like you?”

“Then‌​​ why step in?⁠‌ She’s a thief.⁠​‍ Just hand her‍⁠‌ over to the‍‍‌ guards, and it’s‍ done.”

“It’s​​ not my place‍​‌ to judge what‌⁠ she’s done. I’m⁠‍‌ using the 50‌ silver because I believe the punishment⁠‌⁠ shouldn’t exceed the‍ crime. If you​‍‍ have any other‌ intentions towards this‍ woman, please accept‌‍ this money and‍​ let it end⁠‍‌ here.”

Moved​‍ by Shirone’s words,⁠‌⁠ the woman’s eyes‌​ lit up. Gamos,​‍ however, scoffed. Why‌‌ make such a fuss over just‍‌ 50 silver?

“Here’s‌​ the 50 silver.​ Now, please forgive​‌ her.”

Gamos​‌​ stared at the‍ silver coins in⁠​ Shirone’s palm.

He‌ wasn’t pleased. The‌ woman was too‌​ good to let‌ go, and he⁠ didn’t like Shirone’s‍‌‌ attitude.

There‌ is no need‌​ for you to⁠​ compensate. Money’s not⁠ important to me.⁠‍ I do have‌‌ one condition though.⁠⁠‍

“A‍​‍ condition? What is‌⁠ it?”

“You‍‍⁠ seem to be​​‍ playing the noble⁠​ hero for this‍⁠ woman. Then you‍ can apologize to⁠⁠ me on her‌ behalf, right? Bow‌⁠​ to me, right‍‌⁠ here in front​⁠‍ of everyone.”

The⁠ crowd’s attention focused⁠‌ on Shirone. It⁠‍ was rare for‍‌‍ someone to endure‍ humiliation for another,​ but Shirone readily⁠​ stepped forward.

“Alright.​ If that will‌ make you forgive‍‍‍ her, I’ll apologize.”​​

“Don’t‌‌‌ just say it,‍‌ bow. Offer your‍‍‍ apology properly.”

Shirone‌​‌ deeply bowed.

“I​ apologize on behalf‍ of this lady‌‌​ for the theft‍ of the porcelain.‍‌ Please forgive her.”⁠

“Hmm.”⁠‌⁠

The⁠‌ man looked down‌‌ at Shirone with‍⁠ arrogance, then suddenly​‍ burst into a sneer, stepping forward⁠ and swinging an​​ uppercut.

Shirone‌‌ reflexively stepped back,​⁠‌ avoiding the fist‌⁠ that whooshed past​​⁠ his face, stirring‍ the air.

“What‌‍‌ are you doing?”‍

Gamos⁠​‍ pointed at Shirone,‍‌⁠ chuckling.

“See?‌‍‌ He dodged. He⁠‌‌ wasn’t sincerely apologizing​​ to me. If‌​‍ he was truly‍ willing to save⁠⁠‌ this woman, he‍​ could have taken‌ the hit. But‌ he avoided it‌‍‌ because he was‌ afraid. Do you⁠‌ understand now? The‌​‍ world isn’t so‍‌​ simple. If you​‌ can refute, do​‌⁠ so. You’re just‌⁠ pretending to be‍​​ good.”

The​ crowd agreed with‌ Gamos. If Shirone‍‍ really wanted to‍‌ save the woman,​​‌ he could have⁠ endured the punch.​​ But he dodged,⁠​⁠ which meant his​ actions were hypocritical.​​

Whispers​ of disdain filled‌‍ the air.

“So‌‌‍ it was all​⁠ an act. You‌‍⁠ put on quite‍​​ a show, only‍ to reveal your‌‍​ true colors.”

“These‍‌‍ days, kids are⁠⁠ too presumptuous. They​‍ think they look‍ so great acting‍ all high and‌‍ mighty.”

Shirone‍ couldn’t comprehend the‌ crowd’s reaction.

“What’s‌ wrong with me​⁠ dodging?”

“Still‌ playing dumb! Everyone⁠ here is disappointed⁠‌ in you. You​ acted like some⁠ great hero of‍​ justice, but it‍​​ was all a facade.”

Shirone‌⁠‍ was bewildered.

“What​​ are you talking‍⁠ about? Even if​‌ it’s pretense, doing​‍​ good deeds is‍​‌ far better than⁠​‌ doing harm like​⁠‌ you.”

“What?‍ That’s…”

Gamos​​‍ was at a loss for words.⁠‌⁠ Even those who‌‌ had jeered were⁠‌ taken aback by‍ Shirone’s response.

The‌ woman, who had⁠ been watching silently,‌‌ reached her own‌⁠ conclusion.

‘I​⁠​ was right. This⁠‍ kid… he’s a mage.’

Mages⁠ don’t debate ‘who‌‍ is right?’ They‌‌ consider ‘what is​‌ right?’

This‍ boy doesn’t justify‍​ himself. He acknowledges‍ facts and deduces‌​​ the truth, a thought process common‍​ among mages.

The‌‍ crowd, humiliated by⁠‍‌ Shirone’s retort, was‍⁠‌ left speechless.

‘Just​ as I thought.​‌ They didn’t lift‌ a finger to‌​ help, only eager‌ to criticize someone‍​ else’s good deeds.‌​‌ That’s why they‍ fail.’

It‍⁠⁠ was time to‌ move. While the‍ crowd’s attention was‌‌‌ focused on Shirone⁠ and Gamos, the‌‌ best course of‌ action was to⁠ slip away.

The⁠‍ woman slowly moved⁠ along the wall,‌‍ then quickly turned‌ the corner and​‍ disappeared.

Gamos’s​​‍ face was flushed‌‌ with anger. From⁠‍ his entrance to⁠‌‌ this moment, the​‌ boy had been‌‌ nothing but a thorn in his​‍‍ side, even challenging‌‌​ his worldview in​ front of everyone.‌​

“Kid,‌ you’ve messed with​⁠ the wrong person.”⁠​‌

Gamos’s⁠⁠​ voice turned grave,​ shedding his trader’s‍‌‍ guise for his⁠ true, harsh tone.⁠ The alert bodyguards‌‌ unsheathed their swords,​​ the presence of‌ the sharp blades‌⁠ alone enough to⁠‍⁠ invoke fear of⁠ death.

“Waiting⁠​‌ for what? Go‌ on, give him‍ a good thrashing!”⁠‍‍

At​‌ Gamos’s command, the‌​ bodyguards charged from‌​‍ both sides, not​ intending to kill⁠⁠ but ready to‌ strike if necessary.​​

Suddenly,‌‌​ dust kicked up‌​ in the eyes⁠ of one bodyguard,‍ followed by a stone hitting the​​ other’s forehead.

Shirone‌‍⁠ turned to see⁠ the woman, who‍ had vanished earlier,‌‌ standing at the‍‌‌ entrance of the⁠‍‍ alley, armed with⁠‌ a pile of‌‌ stones.

She‌ launched a barrage​ of stones, causing‍‌ the bodyguards to‌‌‍ hesitate. Seizing the‍‌ moment, she grabbed⁠ Shirone’s wrist and⁠​​ pulled him into‌​⁠ the alley.

“Let’s​ run! Follow me!”⁠⁠

“Uh,⁠⁠‌ but…”

Shirone‌‌ had been aware⁠ of the woman’s​​‍ absence but chose​‍​ to ignore it,‌‍ believing it was‌ for the best.​

“Why⁠‍​ did you come⁠ back?”

“Hurry!‌‌ We don’t want‍ to get entangled‍ with them!”

They⁠⁠⁠ raced through the‍‌ maze-like alleys, quickly⁠⁠​ losing the bodyguards⁠ thanks to the⁠⁠‌ woman’s familiarity with⁠‍​ the area.

From⁠‌⁠ the market, Gamos’s‌⁠⁠ voice echoed.

“Chase‌​ them down! I’ll​ make them pay!”‌

***​⁠⁠

The​⁠ warehouse was thick‍‌ with the air‍ of violence. As‍ Zis lay curled​⁠ up on the‍ floor, Falcoa’s relentless‌ kicks landed on⁠‌‍ his ribs.

Each⁠​ blow felt like‍⁠ his heart would⁠‍ stop. Overwhelmed by‌ fear, Zis couldn’t⁠ even remember where⁠ he was hit,‌⁠‌ feeling only pain‍‌‍ and numbness.

“Like‍⁠⁠ that, you worm.‍​‌ Feels good, doesn’t‍ it? Huh? Enjoying‍​⁠ it? So keep‌‍ taking it.”

Zis’s⁠‌⁠ friends kneeled in‌ a corner, tears⁠ swelling their eyes,‌‍⁠ yet unable to‍⁠ stop crying.

“Please,​⁠ have mercy! We’ll‌ go out and‌ earn for you!‍⁠​ We’re going to​⁠ die at this⁠ rate!”

“Oh,‍‍​ is that so?‍ Then would you‌‌ like to be​‌ the ones getting⁠ beaten?”

The‌‌ friends froze at‌‍ Falcoa’s fierce glare.​⁠⁠

Falcoa‌​‍ could easily kill⁠‌‍ Zis if he‌‍​ wanted, but he​‌‌ deliberately avoided the‍​​ face, which only‌‍ added to their⁠‌​ terror.

Falcoa‍⁠​ yanked Zis up⁠ by his hair.‍ Despite being limp,⁠‌⁠ Zis stood up‌ at the pull.‌​

His‍​‌ eyes were glazed,‍‍ not from a blow to the‌ head but from‌ the shock. He‌‌‍ felt paralyzed by‌ fear.

“Please,⁠ I’m sorry… I was wrong…”

“Does‌​‌ it hurt? Tell‌ me, does it?”​

Falcoa⁠​‌ slapped Zis repeatedly,‍ each hit causing‌⁠⁠ Zis to convulse,​​​ though the strikes‍ weren’t particularly strong.‌

Seeing‌ Zis’s condition, his‍ friends burst into‍​‌ tears again.

‘God,‌​ this lunatic’s going⁠‍‌ to kill someone.’‌

Falcoa‍ threw Zis to⁠⁠​ the ground. There‍⁠ wasn’t a specific​ reason; perhaps the⁠⁠ effect of the‌ lufa he was⁠⁠ chewing on was​ wearing off.

“So‌‍ you returned the​ 5 silver because​‌​ of your pride?‍‌‍ You think you’re​‍ something, Zis?”

“I’m⁠ sorry! I won’t⁠ do it again!”‌⁠⁠

Zis‌‌ felt unjust. He​ wanted to fight‍‌ back but was‌ too scared. In⁠‌​ front of Falcoa’s‌⁠ madness, his pride⁠ was worthless. If‌‍​ only he could⁠‍‌ escape, he was‌‍ willing to do​‌⁠ anything.

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