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Infinite Mage Chapter 146: The ‘Parrot’ (4)

Chapter 146: The ‘Parrot’ (4)

Tess‍‌‍ was uneasy about‌‌⁠ Shirone’s quick change‍‌‌ of stance. He‌ knew well enough​​ how rationally Shirone​⁠‌ viewed the world​‌⁠ from their past⁠‌‌ experiences.

Shirone​​‌ wasn’t someone who​‍​ adjusted his actions‌‍ based on his‍‌​ feelings but that‌‍ didn’t mean he‍‍ was cold-blooded either.‍‍⁠

He​ simply knew how​⁠‍ to control his‌‌‌ emotions, though it‌ was likely that‍‌ numerous conflicts were‌⁠‌ raging within him.​‍

Tess‌ saw Shirone’s current‌‌ state as potentially‌​‍ detrimental to the⁠‌ battle ahead.

“Shirone,​ don’t worry about⁠​ it. We’re not‍⁠ going to fight;‌ we’re going to‍ rescue Zis’s sister.‍ We’ll find out‌‍ what kind of‌​‌ person Marsha is⁠‍ when we meet‌ her.”

Shirone⁠​⁠ forced a smile,‍ understanding Tesss concerns,‌⁠ but his resolve⁠ only strengthened.

If‍ he found her​ to be truly​⁠ evil, he was​‌‍ prepared to forget​‍ all his past‍‍‍ feelings and bring‌⁠ her down with‌⁠‍ all his might.​

“Don’t‍​ worry. I won’t​​ make any mistakes.”‍

Shirone⁠⁠ spurred his horse​​ and swiftly cut‍ through the night‌ air.

***‍‌

There‍‍​ was no direct​‌ path from the‌‌‌ west to the⁠‌‍ northern hideout due‍​​ to the indigenous‍ autonomous region in​‌ the center.

The‍ kidnappers of Yuna‍​ had taken a long detour around‍ Mount Toa to​‍‌ reach their destination,⁠ arriving at dawn.‍​

Inside​ a dilapidated building⁠ resembling a warehouse,​ Falcoa sat on⁠‍ a chair, his​‌ pupils half-dilated as​‍‍ he stared blankly⁠‌​ ahead, surrounded by‍‌⁠ spit-out lupf husks.⁠​​

His‍ men entered, bowed‍‌ to Falcoa, and⁠​​ threw a sack‍​⁠ containing Yuna onto⁠‌‌ the floor with‌ a thud. Though‍ no screams escaped,​​ the intense trembling⁠⁠‌ from within the‍ sack indicated her‌‌ sheer terror.

At​​⁠ Falcoa’s nod, one⁠​ of his men⁠ drew a knife⁠ and sliced the‌⁠⁠ sack open, revealing‍⁠ Yuna, drenched in‌⁠⁠ tears and sweat,‍​​ trembling in fear.⁠

Yuna’s‌​ eyes filled with‌‍​ despair as she⁠‌ looked around, realizing‍​⁠ she had been​‍ brought here overnight.‍⁠ A man with⁠⁠‌ an unhinged look‍​ in his dilated​⁠‌ pupils stared down‍ at her, while‍ intimidating men at⁠‍‌ the entrance blocked​ any escape.

“Pl-please,‌‌‌ spare me.”

“Leave‌‌⁠ us,” Falcoa ordered​‍‍ his men, who​ quickly exited, knowing‍⁠ well the consequences‍‍ of disobeying him.​‌​

Left‍ alone with Yuna,​⁠ Falcoa approached, chewing‍‌‌ on Lupe.

“You’re‌⁠⁠ much better than​ I expected. Do‍ you know why‍‍ you’re here?”

“I-I‍ don’t know. Please,‌ just let me‍ go home.”

“Sorry,⁠⁠ but that’s not⁠⁠⁠ possible. I plan⁠‍‍ to make you⁠​​ the most miserable⁠ person in the‍‌⁠ world because your​​ brother sold you⁠​‍ to me.”

Yuna‌ froze in shock,‌​‌ but deep down,⁠‌​ she still believed​ in Zis. How⁠ could a brother⁠‍ sell his own​ sister to such⁠​​ a man?

“That⁠ can’t be true!​​​ My brother cherishes‍⁠⁠ me the most!”⁠‍

“Is‌‍ that so? Then​ why are you‌⁠ here? I gave​‍ Zis something incredible‌​‌ in exchange for‌ you.”

Falcoa⁠ didn’t consider his‍⁠ words a lie.​‌‌ After all, sparing‍‍ her life was⁠‌ worth a fortune,⁠‍ wasn’t it? Plus,​‍​ he had given‌‌ Zis the luxury​ of missing Amy.⁠

“That’s‌⁠​ impossible! My brother‌‍‌ wouldn’t sell me!”‌‌‍

Yuna​⁠ screamed, clutching her‍⁠⁠ chest to overcome⁠‍‍ her fear. The​‌‍ shock of being‌ sold by her​‍ brother was more‌ devastating than being⁠‌⁠ kidnapped.

“Let‌⁠‌ me see my⁠​⁠ brother! I’ll ask⁠ him myself!”

“Hey,⁠​ little lady, you​‍⁠ don’t seem to‍​‌ grasp the situation.‌⁠‍ You can’t go⁠⁠‌ home. You’ll never‌⁠⁠ be able to.​ You have two⁠ choices: die by⁠​ my hand or‌ take your own​ life.”

“No,‍‌ that can’t be!‌‍ Aaah!”

Falcoa‍​ suddenly grabbed Yuna’s⁠​ wrist with an‌ overpowering grip, pulling‍ her into his‌​​ embrace.

“Get​‌⁠ away from me,‌​ you bastard!”

Falcoa‌​​ savored her frail‍ resistance for a moment before twisting‌​‌ her arm and‍​ turning her around,​‍ gripping her cheeks‌‍ threateningly.

“Don’t‌​ waste your strength‌‍ too early. You’ll‌⁠ have plenty of⁠ opportunities to scream.”‍

Just‍‌ then, the warehouse​​⁠ door opened, and‍⁠‌ a cold voice‍‍ filled the room.‌

“Falcoa.​⁠ Human trafficking is‌​ against the rules.”‌‌

“Freeman.”⁠‌⁠

Falcoa‌⁠ scowled, displeased. The‌⁠‍ only man in⁠⁠​ the Parrot Mercenary‌⁠ Corps ranked above‌​ him, Agado Freeman,‍ observed the scene‌ with a subdued​ gaze.

Standing‍ over 190 centimeters⁠​​ tall in a white long coat,‌‍⁠ Freeman’s appearance was⁠​‍ ghostly. His eyebrows‌​‌ were completely shaven,‌‍‌ and his lips‌​​ looked unhealthy.

A master of Schema​ and skilled in⁠ using magic bullets,‍ Freeman was known‌ within the organization‌ to surpass even‌⁠ Lucas in sheer⁠‍​ physical prowess.

“What​‌‌ brings you here‌​ all of a sudden? Haven’t seen​ hide nor hair‍‌ of you until⁠ now. Run out​‌​ of money?”

Falcoa’s‍‌ displeasure was evident.​⁠ Although Freeman had‌​​ always been the​​ de facto second-in-command‌ since their mercenary‌ days, Falcoa had​​ a unique role‌​​ within the organization​​⁠ that allowed him‍‌ freedom.

The​‌ conflict between the‌‍ vice-captain and the​⁠‌ action team leader‍‍ had intensified since​‍‍ their arrival on​‌ the island. The‌⁠⁠ downfall into a band of thieves,‌‍ yet Freeman’s insistence‍​ on adhering to‍‌‍ the old mercenary‌‍ codes, fueled the‍‌⁠ discord.

Sustaining‌ the dozens of‍ followers branded as‌​ traitors required substantial⁠​ funds, but Freeman​‌‍ had offered no⁠​ viable solutions.

For‌​‍ five years, Falcoa‍​ had led the​​ organization, driving out‍‌‍ the island’s influential⁠ figures with force​‌‍ and sustaining the⁠⁠‌ group with the‍ profits from lupf‌⁠ trade.

Freeman⁠ had turned a blind eye to​‌‍ Falcoa’s misdeeds for​ these reasons.

However,​ this time, Falcoa⁠⁠ had crossed a line. There were​​⁠ certain boundaries that⁠‍ should not be​‍ crossed, even in‌⁠ the name of‌​⁠ the Parrot.

Freeman,⁠‍‌ though merely a vice-captain, was adamant‌‍ about condemning human‌ trafficking and violent⁠ plundering.

“You⁠‍⁠ know the organization’s​⁠ rules. Human trafficking‍‍ tarnishes the Parrot⁠⁠​ Mercenary Corps’ reputation.”⁠​

“Parrot​ Mercenary Corps? Since‍ when did we​ start living in‍​ the past, clinging⁠ to former glories?⁠‌ Look at us‍⁠ now. Do you⁠‍⁠ think the organization​‌⁠ would have survived⁠‍‍ this long without‌‍​ the money I bring in?”

“You’re​⁠⁠ insane, Falcoa. I’ll‌⁠ acknowledge your efforts‌​ for the organization,‍‍ regardless of the‍‍ methods. But make​⁠ no mistake. I am the one⁠⁠​ leading this organization.”​‍

“I‌‍ don’t care about‍​​ that. I don’t‌ recognize you. Wasn’t‍ that decided from​ the start? You⁠‌ can’t start acting​‌‌ like the boss‍‍ now.”

A chilling intent emanated​​ from Freeman as‌⁠ he watched Falcoa’s‍‌‍ brazen demeanor. To‍​⁠ a weaker creature,⁠‌ such a presence⁠‍‍ could be lethal.​‌⁠

But​⁠ Falcoa absorbed that​ murky energy as​‌​ if stabbing himself‌ with a knife.​‌ It was painful,​ but he showed‌‍ no change in⁠⁠​ expression.

“Ha,‍⁠‌ how terrifying.”

Freeman‌ was at a loss. Pain and​⁠ anger were merely‌ catalysts that worsened⁠ the situation with​‌​ such an aggressive​⁠‌ person.

‘Has‌‍‌ he become such⁠⁠ a wild dog?’‍

Even⁠ without Lupe, Falcoa​ was always driven‌‌ by desire. His‍ penchant for combat​​ and killing had‌‌ made him a good fit for​‌⁠ the mercenary corps.​​​

But‌​‍ now, as a bar owner on‍‌‍ the island, he⁠‍‍ was frustrated. Lupe,‍​ alcohol, and women‍ weren’t enough to⁠‌ quell his innate‌ madness.

“Please,⁠​ spare me.”

As⁠⁠⁠ Yuna pleaded, trembling,​‍ Freeman turned back​‍‌ to Falcoa and‌‌‍ said:

“Do⁠⁠‌ we really need​ to go this‌​ far? Have we​ abandoned the Parrot’s‍‍‍ pride as well?”‌‌

“Pride?⁠‍ Hey, let me⁠‌ tell you something.⁠‍ The Parrot Mercenary​‍ Corps is over.​‌‍ The captain’s gone,⁠ and the men‌ are at their‍‍ limits. You might⁠ as well give⁠‌ up and join‌‍‍ us.”

As‌​⁠ he spoke, Falcoa⁠‌‍ boldly buried his‍ face in Yuna’s⁠‌‍ neck, but Freeman‍ remained motionless, now‍⁠‍ revealing his own‍‌‌ readiness for combat.⁠

The‍ moment one of‍‌⁠ them moved, a fight would inevitably⁠​⁠ break out, potentially‍​‌ destroying one of‍ the two pillars⁠​ that had been​‍​ supporting the Parrot.‌

A clash between them​​‍ was unpredictable, but​‌ Falcoa was confident​​⁠ Freeman wouldn’t dare​​ to act against‍ him.

“Why‌⁠ don’t you just​ leave? I’ll tell​ the men to⁠ give you some​‌‍ money. It’s time‍‍‍ you learned to​⁠ accept things and‌‍⁠ have some fun.”​‍⁠

“Oh,‍‍‍ what a joyous⁠‌ occasion this is.”​​

A woman’s voice rang​ out as the⁠‌‌ door opened. Falcoa‍‌ quickly turned his​​‍ head, but before‌⁠ he could focus,‍ a fist struck‌‍‍ his jaw, whipping​ his head around.​‍​

“Ugh!”‌‍

A powerful kick then⁠ landed in Falcoa’s‌​ abdomen, sending him‌ crashing to the⁠‌⁠ floor, while Yuna,​‍ her legs giving‌⁠ out from shock,‍‍ collapsed.

“Damn.​⁠ Talk about bad​ luck.”

Spitting⁠ out, Falcoa slowly​ rose to his‍ feet. His failure⁠⁠‌ to dodge the⁠​⁠ two blows was‌‌ due to his​​ unconscious restraint from⁠ retaliating.

Clay‍‌ Marsha, the former​​‌ leader of the⁠ Parrot Mercenary Corps⁠ who once commanded​‌​ hundreds of mercenaries,‌ stood before him.​

“The⁠ real boss?”

“Is‌ there a fake‍⁠ one? You’ve really‍ lost it, haven’t⁠ you, after being‌ let loose for‍​​ a few years?”‌⁠

Falcoa⁠​ didn’t show anger.​​ In fact, he​ didn’t even display‌⁠ hostility.

To​ the members of⁠‌ the mercenary corps,⁠ Marsha was such​ a figure.

As‍‍⁠ the first leader‌‌ of the Parrot‍​ Mercenary Corps, she‌ had elevated the‌‌‌ group to A-class‍⁠‌ status within a few years, requiring​​‌ more than just⁠‌‌ brute force.

And‌​ Marsha had achieved‍ that with her​‌ exceptional skills. Moreover,‍ her strength was‍‌ so formidable that‍​ she was the‌​ only one in‍ the organization to‍ be listed as‌‍ an A-class criminal.​‍​

But​⁠‍ Falcoa didn’t follow​ Marsha for such​ trivial reasons.

He‍​ saw her as​‍⁠ a “fallen Madonna.”⁠​

Kind‍​‍ and gentle, Marsha​ embraced a crowd‍ of humans, most‍⁠ of whom were‌⁠ far from normal.‍​

Those​ abandoned by their​‍ families, born with‌‍ an innate thirst‍ for blood, or‍ societal outcasts with⁠‍ no other means⁠ to express their‍ existence outside the​ battlefield.

Falcoa​​ was one of‍⁠‌ them.

When‌ everyone else tried‌⁠‌ to cure his‍ mental illness or⁠⁠‍ push him out‍‌ of society, Marsha‌‌‍ was the only⁠‍‌ one who embraced‌‍ him.

In​ the Parrot Thieves’​ Guild, Marsha was‍ both a sister⁠​ and a mother,⁠​⁠ a leader who​ could be trusted⁠ and relied upon⁠​ in any situation.‍⁠

But‍‍‌ even with such‌‌​ a leader, it⁠⁠‍ was infuriating. After⁠‍​ years of no⁠⁠ contact, she had⁠‍⁠ suddenly appeared, causing‌​⁠ havoc.

“Damn​‍⁠ it. Where have‍‌‍ you been hiding?​​​ You’re not the⁠⁠ leader anymore. In​⁠⁠ all this time,‌​‌ we…”

“You’ve‌ become a junkie,‌ haven’t you?”

Falcoa’s‍‌‍ face hardened. His‌ pupils, usually dilated,​ sharpened for a moment.

He​ had heard it​‍ countless times over‌⁠ five years, but‌⁠ for some reason,‌​‍ it felt like‌‌‍ he was hearing‌​⁠ it for the‍​‌ first time.

A junkie. Had the‌‌ one known as​​‍ the battlefield demon⁠⁠ really become a junkie?

Freeman‌‌⁠ approached and bowed​‍⁠ to Marsha.

“It’s‍ been a long​ time, Captain. When​​ did you return?”‌​

“I‌‌‌ came as soon⁠⁠ as I heard‍​​ Lucas was taken​​ down. He’s bound‌‌ to have blown‍ up his hideout⁠‌ by now. Looks‍ like we’ll need⁠⁠⁠ to clean up⁠‌‌ here soon.”

After​​​ explaining to Freeman,⁠‍‍ Marsha approached Falcoa,​ who instinctively averted⁠⁠ his gaze as⁠‍ she drew near.‍​

“Falcoa,‌ I’m sure I told you. Human‌‌ trafficking is not‍‌ allowed.”

Falcoa’s​‌ brow furrowed. Upon‍‌‌ reflection, he realized‌​‍ he had nothing‌ to be ashamed‍⁠ of. All the⁠​ blame lay with⁠‍ Marsha, who had‍⁠‌ abandoned the organization.‍‌​

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