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Infinite Mage Chapter 129: The Galiant Island (5)

Chapter 129: The Galiant Island (5)

“I​⁠‌ lost 5 gold.​‍ Taking back what​ you’ve given is‌‍ the worst thing​ in the world.⁠⁠ That woman should⁠​‌ compensate for the​ loss.”

Falcoa⁠‍ lifted Zis’s face.‌ With his chin⁠⁠ raised to the⁠‍⁠ point of breaking⁠ his back, Zis‌‌‍ couldn’t even breathe.​ A little more,‌​⁠ and his spine⁠ could have snapped.‌‌

“Does‌‌ it hurt? It‌​⁠ must hurt. I’m⁠‌ incredibly strong, you​‌ know.”

“Please…‍‍‌ spare me.”

“Should‍​​ I make it‍‌ not hurt? Chew​ on this. Then‌‍‌ it won’t hurt‍ at all.”

Even‍‍⁠ in his difficult‌⁠ situation, Zis turned​​ his gaze. In‌‍ Falcoa’s hand was‍‌ a root.

Having‍‍​ grown up on​ the island, he‌​​ knew what it⁠⁠​ was. It was​‌ Lupe, the awakening⁠⁠⁠ agent of the‍‍ natives. As a drug used for⁠​ contacting spirits, its‍‍ addictive properties were‍⁠ incomparable to other‌ narcotics. Weren’t there⁠‌​ theories that even‌ the Kergoians perished⁠‌ due to excessive⁠⁠ use of Lupe?​

“Please,​‍ I beg you.⁠‌ Anything but that…”‍‌

Zis‍⁠ pleaded earnestly. Once‌ addicted to Lupe,​⁠‌ one’s life was‌‌⁠ essentially over.

He‌ would lead a life in the‍‌ gutter, and his⁠ only family, his⁠⁠ younger sister, would⁠ inevitably end up‍ on the streets.‌

Falcoa,‌ as if he​ knew this would​⁠‌ happen, put the‌​‌ Lupe he offered‌‍‌ to Zis into‌ his own mouth.​⁠

What​ about its addictiveness?‌ If one couldn’t‍ live without Lupe,​‍ then just enjoy‍‍⁠ it for life.​

“What⁠ a coward. This‌‌ is a divine‍ awakening agent. Anyway,⁠‌‌ what will you⁠ do now? Will⁠⁠ you bring her?”​‍⁠

“Bring⁠‍‍ who?”

“That⁠⁠ red-haired girl. She⁠ looked fresh. Probably‍‌ could sell her⁠⁠​ for a high⁠⁠ price, heh. Of‍⁠ course, we’d have​​ to offer her⁠ as used goods.”⁠‍

Zis⁠‍ was appalled. To‍ think of trafficking​ a noble, no⁠​‌ less. But given‌ Falcoa’s mental state⁠‌ under the influence​‌⁠ of Lupe, it​‌‍ was entirely plausible.‌

‘He’s‌​​ insane. Not in‍ his right mind.’⁠

Falcoa⁠‍ was the team⁠​ leader of the‌ Freeman organization. For‌‌‍ a mere underling‍‌‌ like Zis, he‌ was the highest-ranking‍⁠ person he could‍ contact.

Although‌‌‌ he had never​ seen Freeman himself,‍ there was a clause in the​⁠ directives he issued‌‌‌ that prohibited human​ trafficking.

“But‌ doing such a thing would get‍‍ us expelled from⁠ the organization. The‌ code of conduct⁠ states… Arg!”

A shoe with studs⁠​ turned Zis’s jaw.⁠ His mind spun,‍​ and he couldn’t⁠⁠ think of anything.‌⁠

Falcoa‍‌​ grabbed Zis’s head⁠⁠ and lifted it.⁠‍​ The moment he‍⁠⁠ heard the cold⁠​ voice, Zis’s focus‌ returned.

“Or⁠‍ what? Will you‌⁠ bring your younger​ sister?”

“That,‍⁠‌ that’s…”

Zis’s‌​ body trembled. A mix of anger‌‌ and fear rose,⁠ an indescribable emotion.⁠​‍

His​​ younger sister was⁠‍‍ an irreplaceable treasure.‌‍ He didn’t want​​‍ to show her‍ such a filthy‍​ world.

“Ah,‍ didn’t I say?‌‍⁠ I actually like‍⁠ your sister. Introduce‌⁠⁠ her to me⁠ this time, will⁠ you?”

A rotten smell came‍ from Falcoa’s mouth⁠‍ as he chewed⁠⁠​ on the Lupe.‍

* * *

Shirone​‌ and the woman‌‍⁠ successfully lost Gamos’s‌‌​ bodyguards after running⁠ through alleys for‍ 30 minutes.

True​ to their training,‌⁠‍ they were fast,​‍ but psychological warfare⁠⁠ using blind spots‌‌ to run circles‍‌​ around them proved​⁠‍ effective.

The​ two leaned against‌‍‍ a wall, catching‌‌‌ their breath for⁠ a while. They‍‍ had run so⁠ much that their‍​ mouths tasted of⁠ blood, and their‍ legs were shaky.​⁠‌

The​ woman looked at​‌ Shirone, who was⁠​ panting, and smiled.⁠⁠

“Heh,⁠ you’re surprisingly fit?‍⁠​ You look so⁠⁠ delicate; I thought⁠​ you’d give up‌​‍ running.”

“If⁠ I give up,​‌​ I’ll get caught.‌‌ I’m dying of‍⁠‍ exhaustion. But are​‍​ you… okay?”

“I’m‌ Marsha. I’m seasoned⁠ in running away,⁠‌ so this is⁠ nothing. Let’s go‌ somewhere to rest.⁠ I’m so thirsty,​‌ I could use‍‍ a beer. I’ll‍ buy you one​​ as a thank⁠⁠ you.”

Shirone⁠ was puzzled. Even‍‌ though they were‌​ on the run,‌⁠‌ Marsha didn’t seem‍‌​ tense.

And​⁠​ suggesting to drink‍⁠ beer meant she⁠​ had money. Then‌​ why resort to​ stealing?

“Ah,‍‌ I should probably‍‍⁠ get going.”

“We‌​‍ can’t wander around​‍⁠ now anyway. Let’s‍‌ wait at a bar I know.‌⁠ Gamos might be​​‌ brutal but he’s‍⁠ dumb and forgets‍​ quickly. If we⁠ hold out for‌ an hour, he’ll⁠‌ be too distracted​ to chase us.​ And I’m actually‍‌ scared. Can you‌‍ just stay by⁠⁠ my side for⁠ a bit?”

Marsha⁠ bit her tongue‍⁠‌ and winked playfully.‍⁠‌ Shirone wasn’t swayed​ by her cute​‌ looks, but he⁠‍ decided to go⁠​⁠ along with her.‍⁠ After all, getting‍ caught by Gamos⁠ now would escalate⁠‍ things irreversibly.

“Alright.‌⁠⁠ But I have​‍ companions waiting, so​‌ I can’t stay​‌ long.”

“Fine.⁠ Let’s just wait​ until Gamos’s men⁠​‌ give up. Come‍ this way.”

Marsha​​ led Shirone through​ winding alleys to⁠ a dingy bar.⁠ It seemed unlikely‍ anyone would come⁠⁠ here for a drink, yet it‌‌ was bustling with‌‍ people.

“Hmm,‍⁠ this place never​‍ changes, even after‍ years.”

“Weren’t‌‌ you a regular⁠‌ here? You said‍ you knew this‍ bar…”

“Ah,​‌⁠ I used to​⁠‍ come here often.⁠‍ It’s been three‍ years since I’ve‌ been on Galiant‍​‌ Island. A friend​​ of mine lives‌ here.”

“I⁠​ see. I thought​⁠‌ you were a local because you‍‍ knew the way​‌ so well.”

“Heh,‍⁠​ I never forget‍​⁠ a road I’ve‌‌‌ seen. Running away‍⁠ is a part‍​​ of my life.”‍⁠​

As‍​ Marsha and Shirone​​ took their seats​‍ at the bar,‌ rough-looking men turned​‌⁠ to look at​‍ them all at‍‍ once. The sight‍‍‍ of a beautiful‌​ woman and a young boy together‌⁠ seemed out of⁠⁠ place.

“People​ are staring.”

“Don’t‍ mind them. This‍⁠ bar is only​ for the island’s‌ troublemakers. If something‌‍⁠ happens, this place‍ is the first⁠ to receive news,‌​ so we can⁠ find out when⁠‌ Gamos gives up.”‌​‌

“Isn’t‌‌‌ that more dangerous?‌‍‌ His men could⁠​ barge in here.”⁠

“Gamos​​‍ rules the island⁠‍‍ but he’s not⁠‍ a troublemaker. So,‍‌‍ this place is…⁠‍ kind of like​‌ a resistance. A community of fate,‍⁠ perhaps?”

Shirone‍ didn’t take her​​‌ words at face‍‌‍ value. With so​‌ many people coming⁠‍ and going, controlling​ information perfectly was⁠‍‍ virtually impossible.

‘It‍ can’t be done‍‌​ with just a system. Maybe a pact or rules.‌‌‍ But why? They​ have nothing to​⁠⁠ gain?’

As‍ Shirone stared, Marsha​‍ gave an awkward‍ smile, her eyes⁠‌​ crinkling.

“Ugh,‌ I can’t stand‍⁠ it. Yeah, that’s‍‍‌ right. This bar​‍ is colluding with​​ the Galiant self-government.‌ Even the officials‍​ turn a blind⁠ eye to what‍⁠⁠ happens here.”

“So,‍‌ it was like⁠⁠ that. But why⁠‌‍ would the government​ do such a thing?”

“Money.‍​‌ Money laundering, slush​ fund creation, circulating‍‍ lobbying funds. It’s⁠⁠ called the ‘Island‍‍ Gate’. Maybe it’s‍​‌ a system created‌‌ by the insular​⁠ nature of the​‌ island? There was⁠‍ an agreement. In‍​ exchange for circulating‌ funds in the‌‍ underworld, the safety‌ of the criminals⁠‌ is guaranteed. Mutual​ aid. Well, isn’t​⁠‌ that how the​ world works? Hehe!”‍​

Marsha‌‍⁠ flicked the toothpick⁠⁠ in her mouth.‍‌⁠ Her seagull-like curved​ eyes somehow seemed​‌ sorrowful.

“It’s⁠ funny when you⁠⁠ think about it,‍‍ isn’t it? Everyone‌‌‍ talks about punishing‍ criminals, but in​‌ the end, it’s⁠ the criminals who⁠‍ fatten their own​‍‌ pockets. Breaking down‌‌ large sums of​‌ money into digestible‌​‍ pieces, like the‌ microbes of society.‌ Without microbes, life​ would perish.”

Shirone‍ had no response.‌ The social system‍ that goes against‌‌ human nature was‌ too complex and‍⁠ varied for an‍ 18-year-old boy to⁠‍​ judge.

“I’ve⁠⁠‌ been too serious.​ You said your⁠‍ name was Shirone,⁠‌​ right? What brings​⁠‍ you to the⁠​⁠ island?”

“I‍​ came to have‌ fun with friends.​​‌ Wanted to go​ to the beach​‍ and visit historic‍‍ sites.”

“Kergos‌​ Ruins? I’ve been‍‍ there before. Ah,‍‌⁠ I was young⁠‌​ back then, but​⁠ now I’m already⁠‌​ twenty-seven. I might‌⁠ end up dying‌ an old maid.‌ How old are​‌ you?”

“I’m‌​ 18.”

“Oh,‍‍ older than I thought? You really⁠ look young.”

“You​⁠​ look young for‍‍⁠ your age too.⁠ Uh, is it​​ okay if I call you miss?​

“Of‌⁠ course. Everything starts​ with miss. Later,⁠⁠​ if we become​‌ lovers, you can‍⁠‍ call me anything,‍‍​ hohoho!”

Shirone‍ lifted the corners⁠​ of his mouth⁠​⁠ in disbelief. To⁠ an 18-year-old boy,⁠ a 27-year-old woman​ was an unreachable​ adult.

But‍⁠⁠ aside from that,‌ Marsha was much​​​ more intelligent and‍⁠ rational than expected.⁠

The‍‍‌ conversation was enjoyable,​ and with his‌ guard down, Shirone‌​ shared the incidents‍‌​ that happened at​⁠ the port.

Marsha​‌ nodded as if‍ she understood, then⁠ said:

“Ah,​‌ you got caught⁠ by a street‍​‌ hawker. They are​‌ notorious. But 5 gold was too⁠ much.”

“Yes.‌ In the end,‌ it led to‌‍ a disagreement with​ a friend, and‍​​ I’m not feeling‌⁠ good about it.​‌​ They must be‌‌ waiting for me​⁠‍ now. I’ll probably⁠‍​ get scolded when⁠⁠ I return.”

Marsha⁠ checked the time⁠ and asked the​⁠ bartender:

“What’s‌ the situation with⁠​‍ Gamos?”

When‍​ the bartender acted‍​ as if he⁠‌ hadn’t heard and‌‍‍ just wiped glasses,‍ Marsha placed a silver coin down.‌⁠‍

Then,‍‍‍ as if he‍ had never been‌‌‍ silent, the bartender‌ spoke up:

“According‍⁠ to the news‌‍‌ that came in‌‌⁠ 10 minutes ago,‍⁠ it has spread​ all around the‌‍​ main roads. Probably​ about 40 men‌ blocking all passages.”‌‌​

“Still?​ That man is‍ really persistent.”

“Gamos’s⁠ alerts usually fade​ quickly. Seems he⁠ blew his top‍​ today.”

Marsha⁠‌ turned to Shirone‌‌‍ with a broad⁠ grin. Shirone had‌‌​ no words to‍‌ say, as he​‌ was the one‍‍ who had blown‍ Gamos’s top.

Marsha‍‍‍ returned to the​ original topic.

“Anyway,⁠ it’s best to​‌ deal with street​‍​ hawkers moderately and​⁠​ avoid them. They⁠‍ belong to some​​ kind of organization.‍​​ Once you get‍‍ involved, it becomes​‌ hard to handle‍ the consequences.”

“I​⁠‌ see. I hadn’t‍​‌ thought that far.”‌⁠‍

“Hehe,⁠⁠⁠ why would you‌‌ need to? You’re​ here to have‌​ fun, right? But​‍​ there’s always danger⁠ lurking in tourists’⁠ fun. The island‍​⁠ is small and‌ closed off. To‌⁠ share limited resources,‌⁠ there’s inevitably fiercer⁠ competition than inland.”​⁠

Shirone‍‍ took note. He‍‍⁠ planned to stay⁠ on the island​‌‍ for ten days,‌​ so he would​‌ meet many hawkers.‍‌

Thanks‍⁠‍ to Marsha’s advice,‍‌ he was better⁠‌ prepared; otherwise, dealing⁠⁠ with them like‌⁠​ today could lead​⁠ to bigger problems.‍‌⁠

Shirone​‌ suddenly realized and​ looked at Marsha.​

From​​ their conversation, she‌ seemed like a genuinely good person.​‌​ Kind, witty, and‍⁠‍ cautious not to‍ judge others hastily.‍

Why⁠​ would such a person resort to‌‍⁠ petty theft? Throwing‍​⁠ tips to the⁠​⁠ bartender as if​⁠‍ money wasn’t an​‍‌ issue, it didn’t​‌‍ seem like she‍​ lacked funds.

“I’m​⁠‌ not sure if⁠ I should ask​ this, but I’m‍‌ too curious.”

Marsha​​‍ leaned back in‌⁠‌ her chair and‌ looked up at⁠​ the ceiling.

“Phew,​​ I was nervous⁠ about when you’d‌ ask. But Shirone,⁠​ a woman’s measurements​ aren’t to be‌ heard but imagined⁠ in the mind.”​‍

“No,‌‍ that’s not it!‍‍⁠ Why did you‌ steal the pottery?”‍

“Huh?”​

“You‌ don’t seem like⁠⁠ someone who would⁠‌‍ stoop to petty​ theft. And you⁠​⁠ said you had​​ no money, which​‌ was a lie.​​‌ It wasn’t even​​ a useful item,​ so why the‌ pottery…”

“Hmm.”​​

Marsha​​ rested her chin‍​ on her hand,‌‌ lost in thought.‌

“I​ don’t know. Just‍‍ felt like stealing?”​

“Is​⁠⁠ that even possible?”​

“It⁠ is. It’s called⁠‍ kleptomania. Of course,​‌⁠ it wasn’t like‍ that from the‌ start. I was‌ an orphan. My​‌‌ parents abandoned me‍⁠ when I was‌ four. A man‍ from a mercenary‌⁠ band picked me⁠ up and raised‌⁠‍ me, becoming my​ adoptive father.”

Shirone’s‌‌ heart fluttered at‌‍ the unexpected revelation.‌ Marsha, like him,⁠ was abandoned by​‍⁠ her biological parents.‍

“But‍ it was far⁠ from a comfortable⁠⁠‌ life. The mercenary⁠ band was full‌ of strange folks.​ I think I was eleven when‍ a notorious brute‍‌ in the band⁠⁠ tried to lay‍​​ hands on me.‍ Luckily, my adoptive⁠ father found out‌​ first and beat‌‍ him up.”

“Of‍ course. Any parent⁠ would do that​⁠‌ if their daughter⁠‍​ was almost harmed.”‌

“Hehe,​ would they really?”‍

“What?”⁠‌‌

Marsha​ looked down at‌⁠ the bar with​⁠ sad eyes. It‍ seemed her eyes‍ were moistening.

“I⁠ was given a piece of bread⁠ and a glass​ of water every‍⁠⁠ day. My adoptive‌​‍ father gave me⁠‌ nothing else. No​‍‍ clothes, no sweets,‍‍ no toys. In​⁠ the end, he‌‍‌ was just raising‍ me. That’s when​ I started stealing‍⁠ others’ belongings. One⁠ day, I was⁠‍​ caught stealing an​ apple, but he‍‍ calmly compensated for‍‌ it. However, as‍ soon as we‌ got home, he‌‌​ changed and started‌ beating me. Without‌‍ a word, until​ I passed out.”​

“That’s‌ terrible. If he​​ could compensate, why⁠⁠⁠ didn’t he just⁠‍‌ buy it in⁠ the first place?​‍ And why didn’t‌ you ask him‌‍⁠ to buy it‌‌ for you?”

“He‌ wanted that. Submission‍ to him. The​‌ only resistance I could muster was​​ stealing things every​​ day. Of course,‍‌​ I was beaten​⁠‍ to death when‍ caught. It was​ a dreadful routine.​‌ Then one day,‌⁠​ I gave up‍ on everything. So,‍ I said to​ my adoptive father.”‍​

Marsha‍⁠ supported her chin​ as if recalling​‌​ that time.

“You⁠⁠ can kill me​⁠‍ if you want.”‍

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