Hero’s Downfall Report - Hero’s Downfall Report chapter 61

61 – Report on the Fall of Humility (9)

Cain walked to the guard post. She happened to be on shift at work. She avoided the hassle of having to introduce herself again because her former co-worker did it for her. Cain explained her business.

“I came after receiving orders from the Heretic Questioner. “I will be visiting the Lady of Humility again, so please come first and prepare.”

This is an excuse that I prepared in advance with Maria and Lily. If three people come together and then go in alone, it will look strange to anyone, but if you come first and prepare, it will seem reasonable.

As if he was convinced, the newly replaced knight carefully examined Cain’s imperial sword and staff.

“You will have to be a good guard.”

Of course, Cain thought it meant that he should not draw his weapon carelessly. But the knight said something completely unexpected.

“If it gets stolen, you won’t be able to find it. Is it just theft? Lying, throwing stones, and sometimes throwing water are common. There are no children or adults. Some adults even encourage children! I set a house down as an example and it never happened again. “I don’t know whose house it was.”

“… “You don’t even know whose house it is, but you destroyed it?”

Despite Cain’s accusatory question, the knights did not even blink.

“If you can call a piece of junk that collapses when you kick it three times a ‘house’. And anyway, they are all in the same boat. Do you know that? There is no chapel in the eastern district. The chapel is only on the western side. The building “You’ll have to pile up the materials to build it, but I guarantee it will be gone in less than 30 minutes.”

Another knight intervened. It looks like he has quite a lot accumulated.

“They are uneducated, stubborn, and mischievous. The same goes for the countrymen of the empire, but these guys are even more obnoxious and disgusting. I guess it’s because I only have half imperial blood mixed in, right? “It’s even more disgusting to see a finished baby.”

“Be careful what you say. “There might be some who are only half mixed, right?”

The two knights chuckled. Cain wondered how much longer he would have to endure before being allowed to pass. For now, I decided to endure it. You can knock it over as you wish. But didn’t he make a firm promise to Lily and Maria that he would not act unruly?

“So be careful, that’s what I mean.”

The knight narrowed her eyes and gently touched Cain’s arm.

“If you put your mind to it, there is no place in the world this easy. You know what? Ripe fruits sometimes fall off without anyone touching them. Everyone here seems frustrated. If someone like that comes, it will be like that too. There is no day or night. Because it cries all night long. If you keep hearing the sound of a cat in heat, wouldn’t you get lonely? What’s more, they are similar to people…”

“It’s because there is no culture. “Culture.” Another knight came forward proudly. “Instead of a healthy and constructive culture, there is nothing like that. Do you want to do things right and believe in God properly?”

“You’re always covered in dirt and carry farming tools all day, but you’re telling me you’re not doing your job properly?”

Cain asked back as if it was hard to believe, but the knights waved her hand away, saying she didn’t know anything.

“Do you know what they are doing? Since there is nothing to eat inside the castle, these are the people who want to plant date palm trees outside the castle. The funny thing is, although the land here is dry, it is not enough for date palms to grow. This is complete nonsense. “You’re just pretending to work?”

“Don’t you know that there is nothing to do here? Even if I tell you to go somewhere else in the empire, you won’t listen. Excuses are good. Because of this, they are often ignored and insulted when they go to other parts of the empire.

No, then I won’t think about putting in two or three times more effort than others, and any excuse is good. Ah, try working harder than others. Who would discriminate based on appearance? “Would you like to see our Lady of Humility?”

“But actually, I’m saying this because it’s just between us.” Another knight lowered his voice and whispered to Cain.

“Honestly, the Lady of Humility is a bit… It’s a bit like that, isn’t it? You know? What I mean is, just as there are good-looking women that people look at and say, ‘Wow,’ there are also people who look at them with wonder. What should I do? “But you look like that.”

“Appearance is important. Even if a lion has the heart of a rabbit, a lion is still a lion in the end. No one cares if the rabbit eats the grass. “If a lion eats grass, everyone would look at it strangely.”

“There is no doubt that he is a hero of the empire.” Cain calmly pointed out. The knights looked at each other and laughed.

“Who doesn’t know? What I mean is that if you weren’t a hero, you wouldn’t have done anything. “If this friend and I weren’t in the Knights, it would have been difficult to go anywhere and get food.”

Cain remained silent. The two knights, who were somewhat embarrassed, smiled insincerely as if they were embarrassed.

“Anyway. It’s a den of thieves, so take good care of your sword and cane, and don’t let anyone offend you… “

Dung. A voice was heard. The knight furrowed his brow.

“Here we go again. What should I do? “You’ll have to wait a bit before going in.”

Dung. Ridge. The sound of drums being beaten could be heard from in front. “Is there a problem?” Cain asked, covering her ears.

“A ritual to appease the dead, something like that.” The knight spat on the ground as if he was annoyed.

“I see it almost once every two days. A lot of kids are dying. It’s not a good environment to grow up in. Is it because I cover it up and give birth to a problem, or is it because a problem arises that I end up having more children? There is no such thing as a vicious cycle. Just a moment, just a moment! Where are you going?”

“Thank you, Heretic Questioner.”

Cain left her those words and she turned her back on them. She had to hurry. Even as she was talking, dozens of people had already gathered. At best, there were over a hundred people, and more people flocked in.

Samaritans stood among the people holding torches. When I heard the sound, I tilted my body to the left, and when I heard the sound again, I leaned to the right.

It would have been bizarre for one person to do such a thing, but when several people made the same movement at the same time, it was extremely bizarre.

Those holding the torches did not move. The same goes for those who offer burnt offerings. But none of them said a word.

They moved in silence. In the silence they stamped their feet. People were so crowded that even when I looked back, I couldn’t even see the guard post flag.

Cain moved forward through the Samaritans. She was careful, she said, but it was difficult among people rocking her body from side to side.

A Samaritan looked at Cain. One became ten, and ten soon became one hundred. Everyone who could see Cain watched Cain’s movements without saying a word.

It was just a look. People who swing their bodies left and right like a pendulum to the beat of drums. Cain did not protest the silent gaze. But I wasn’t intimidated either. He just kept moving forward steadily.

Soon, I saw a drummer playing the drum next to the spring.

If we were to call it a drum, it was simply a piece of leather that had not been completely removed and was forcibly attached to a bucket of water.

Dukchae is a poor thing made by roughly carving wood. Cain could also see with his own eyes that every time he knocked, fur and dust rose like a haze.

The drumming skills were also poor. The arms were thin, but the drumsticks were slightly curved, so instead of hitting the center of the drum, I kept hitting the corners, creating a thudding noise.

Despite this, the dull sound of drums mixed with noise could be heard quite far away. Ridge. Ridge. Every time, a little dust rose up.

The hem of white clothes fluttered from the dome-shaped white house. The Lady of Humility walked out from behind the pillar. It looked a bit more organized and disciplined than before.

“… !”

The people holding the torches made strange noises. It was a sound as if the air drawn from the lower abdomen was beating around the chest and throat, desperately trying to escape.

Cain recalled a story she heard as a child.

She said there was a big hole in the desert, where a bug lived that made her gape. And the bug sings to scare its prey. If you run away after hearing a song, it will sense the vibration of your footsteps, burrow into the ground, and run to eat you.

The ringing land of Emmaus. A strange singing voice that rips at your heart, grabs your ankles, and kicks you in the back of your knees. If it weren’t for her staff, Cain would have fallen.

“I will come!”

Those holding torches shouted.

“I will come! That time will come! The day the moon hangs in the sky again. The day will come when what sinks will rise, what flies will fall, when the rich will starve and the oppressed will persecute! The day will come when you will repay what you have received, and the day will come when you will reap what you have given! “It will come and go!”

The wind blew strongly. The wind was so strong that no one could stand with their knees straight.

Soon it became a whirlwind. I could have thought it was a common wind that can be found in vacant lots, but isn’t it true that even a miserable beggar can become a saint or a bastard depending on where he dies?

A rushing wind picked up the torch and the soot from the burning intestines. It soared up into the sky, into the sky.

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Look. Here is your child. Your child, burned to death, is here. Don’t look away!

The earth picks up its dead child and throws it into the sky.

Look! Look! I accuse you, I plead with you!

“Let’s go!”

Someone got angry and jumped into the spring. He was an ordinary person, no different from other Samaritans.

Nevertheless, he could not control his anger and struck his chest. Even though his chest turned bright red and black bruises began to appear, he did not stop. He clenched his fists so hard that his fingernails pierced his palms, causing his blood to drip and spread into a fountain.

“Mother! Let’s go save our mother! Let’s go save our mother! Let’s not leave it in their hands! “With our hands, let’s take our mother to heaven!”

The land responded. The earth responded through the mouths of the Samaritans, who were trampled and trampled, who ate and drank more dirt than bread and more tears than water. The earth cried out, “Where is my daughter?” The earth asked where my daughter, who had been cut by the cold stone, was.

“My mother said. That time will definitely come! She promised her mother that the day would come when punishment would fall from heaven! But when is that? Was she this morning when her mother died? Are we all going to die on this earth tomorrow? It is now. It has to be now!”

Everyone stretched out their fists and shouted.

Cain realized one thing. Samaritans have no old people. No matter how old you are, you will not be older than your mid-30s. Of course. They are the illegitimate sons of Daeseongjeon.

These are. This original first generation. I grew up with hate, I grew up with hate. Starting with the mother who takes care of them. Rabbi Shazakh al-Dur said so.

Nevertheless, these people are imperial people. They did not sin. Although they may have been born in sin, it is not their fault or their sin. The empire even gave them the shackles of being citizens of the empire.

But that’s it. The empire did not protect. Staring. Trampling. It was insulting. They grew up in abandoned cages. Grass and seeing illusions. With the doctrine of hatred and hatred. In the midst of suffering that engraves that doctrine into body and mind.

Until they grow old and die. Until I see my grandchildren, and if I’m lucky, my great-grandchildren. We were going to talk about hate upon hate.

‘Is this what Arianne wanted to show?’

As if in response, Arianne walked out from between her pillars.

She was holding a long sword in her right hand. Her handle was long enough for her to hold with both hands, probably because her blade was almost a meter long.

The reason I was able to carry such a knife lightly with one hand, even horizontally, was not only because the knife had a good center of gravity, but also because the blade was thin.

It was a curved island.

It is a thinly curved knife as if it were cut from a midnight crescent moon. The eerily erect blade radiated light. It’s so sharp that it feels like you’ll cut your eyes out just by looking at it for a long time.

Arianne’s body tilted for a moment. She silently stepped forward with her left foot and extended her sword into the air. She paused for a moment, then she rose into the sky. Gradually, slowly.

People’s lament is the night wind of the desert. Even the grains of sand that have been worn down suffer from the screams, twisting their bodies again.

The wind endlessly scratches the desert, creating new sand dunes every time. It looks like a wound made with a fingernail.

The moon has reached the peak of the sky. She seemed to be listening intently to the sound, but then she hit the ground without any hesitation.

Whoa. And the sword creates wind.

The wind that took her first step into the world bursts into a primordial cry.

The crescent moon that fell to the ground and became a sword, the crescent moon that was kicked out of the sky, seems to keep trying to find its place again, as if it is trying to cut down the sun that framed it.

The moon on earth rises, rises, and tries to rise again, as if it were the real moon and that the moon rising on the other side of the sky was not real.

Ah. However.

In the end, the crescent moon cannot escape from the ground. The Samaritans screamed in sorrow and pain. The sound of rolling footsteps becomes increasingly violent.

Run away. Run away. The predator comes after. Run. Run. Your steps will save you.

It is unfortunate that we were unable to soar when we should have. Those who do not receive blessings when they come are unhappy. What does not come to mind when it should come up will be destroyed… !

Arianne raised her curved sword. She aimed at the falling sun in the sky. On a blue day, the sunlight flows like blood and falls into the spring.

Everyone’s eyes fall on Sam. Rabbi. Mother. The precious spring water that helped the teacher sleep in his arms for the last time. To our oasis.

A curved path divides the spring water. Spring water is not just spring water. It is the place where my mother died and shed blood, and it is a spring that illuminates the sky. So it is only natural that a crescent moon resembling a sword appears there.

Listen. There isn’t even a splash sound. Look. Not even a single wave rises. Did the moon cutting through the night make a sound? The darkness torn by the moonlight made me twist my body in pain.

The crescent moon rising in the sky embracing the earth casts a blue light as if mocking the setting sun.

“The moon rose from the earth. “Promises will be kept.”

Arianne was silent for a moment. She appears to be trying to catch her breath.

“Children of the earth. Precious children. Go back. Wait day after day until the promised day comes.”

But soon her expression turned into bewilderment. She said the Samaritans did not back down.

“How long?”

Those carrying torches, those jumping into the spring water, and those covered in dirt and salt shouted.

“How long? How long on earth! How much more patience must we have? How much longer must we endure! How much more must be forged! Justice! “Revenge!”

A familiar sight appeared in Cain’s eyes. Victims who were alive and writhing, but who were trapped in their own bodies and lost the will to live. The innocent Guido was smiling brightly next to them.

‘Revenge. It’s like a miracle spell. ‘It touches my heart even more than a hymn!’

The poor person who was dragged away after becoming part of the body of an animal, who people said regained the will to live through the word revenge.

And she also asked him if he wanted revenge.

Arianne stumbled as if she had run out of energy. Her legs seemed to keep getting twisted. Finally she sat down.

Cain pushed past the people and moved forward. She jumped into the spring water and then climbed up into the white house. She supported Arianne with one arm.

“Me…” .”

The Lady of Her Humility whispered to Cain’s ears only.

“Save me from this hell…” . Please.”

Arianne collapsed. Cain yelled to get her water bag. People with awareness rushed to fetch water and hand it over. She and others sprinkled water on her and massaged her limbs.

Arianne smiled. It seemed like it wasn’t something she wanted to build. Her body is trembling, and the corners of her mouth are pulled up.

“Room… Room… Hee. Hee hee… Uh hee hee… Let’s go… Hee hee… I’ll show you something interesting…”

Cain carried Arianne on his back. I ran into the double-door room without anyone having time to stop me. She opened the door, laid Arianne on her bed, locked her door, and then pushed her desk to block her door.

Once her safety was secured, she turned to Arianne. And she was astonished.