As I turn to look toward the voice of the young master, I’m surprised to see that he is not speaking to me.
Instead, he is there, kicking a blonde-haired, poor looking woman on the ground, whose hands are wrapped around their head and are in the fetal position.
Next to her is a black-haired, tanned man that is laying on the ground, face first. Blood is streaming from his face, though there is still movement from him, showing that he is still alive. From what I can gather, his nose must have been broken. He’s definitely conscious, but my scan reveals he might be laying there like that, to not get attacked more.
In contrast, the girl keeps moving and yelling out in pain every time she gets attacked. Which seems to infuriate the young master more.
His spiky white hair and yellow eyes look sinister as he kicks her stomach. The coat tails of his tight, thick clothing flutter lightly behind him, as it is clear he is not using much power for his kicks. Nonetheless, her body moves a small distance from the kick.
“Do you swine think to taste swan flesh?! Coveting things clearly above your station? How dare weaklings like yourself, even think… No, imagine that you have the right to stay in the presence of one such as I. Truly there are those who have eyes, but cannot see Mount Tailem. I dare say that you couldn’t even discern the Sky from the ground, if shown the difference.”
The only sounds that are emanating in this area, are the now muffled whimpers from her as she shakes. No one else speaks and are turned away or directly looking straight at the situation.
The young master’s upturned face scrunches up as he stomps on her hand, eliciting another cry of pain. He then looks mockingly down at her.
“How disgusting. You can’t even muster up the strength to stay silent in your pain.”
It is at this point that I find myself heading towards him with my hood up and my identity obscured.
Before I can move far, though, a shockingly beautiful man suddenly grabs my hand, stopping me in place.
My eyes travel up his strangely feminine looking, well chiseled chest, all the way up to his long and straight black hair.
His look reminds me of a villain from the Final Fantasy games that carried an absurdly long sword.
His green eyes look closely into mine before he begins slowly shaking his head. Placing a finger to his lips.
I attempt to shake him off, both because I’m personally not into that, but also to stop the clearly wrong situation happening in front of me.
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However, his grip is surprisingly strong. I’m unable to get him to release it, without hurting him at least.
He then says, “It may seem wrong to you as a foreigner, but you shouldn’t assist those people. If you do, for something of this level, it will make the situation much worse.”
That doesn’t stop me, as I struggle to get out of his grip. Our struggle has actually gathered some eyes on us.
I finally decide that this is too much attention and yank my hand out of his, which somehow does not seem to hurt him.
I turn back to look at the young master and begin heading to him. The beautiful man’s next words stop me in my tracks.
“If you help them, their families and everyone they know may be killed and tortured, because of what you might do. Instead, it might be better to heal them after they do this, away from prying eyes.”
Ugh. I forgot about that. In this world, people are brutal, especially when it comes to class-based relationships.
… Wait. Did he just say that I could ‘heal’ them?
Before I can follow up on that bomb, the young master’s words draw everyone’s attention back to him.
The young master’s pale, delicate finger points over to the submissive young man, unmoved since the start of this.
“At least this trash over here, recognizes how to grit and bear the instruction from their betters. To lie with his face in the dirt square, where he belongs. Giving himself the opportunity to become better, in the future.”
He levels a kick at the man’s leg, making a sickening sound. Not enough to break it, but definitely had done some damage.
The man on the ground continues to not move or make a sound. However, his fists are tightly clenched and shaking.
“Humph. Barely acceptable.”
He takes another look at the woman before spitting to the side.
“I have no longer the patience to deal with scum, like as yourself.”
He waves a hand and some arrogant looking young men run forward to walk behind him. One of his henchmen throws an additional kick at her stomach, causing another groan of pain from her.
The young master continues walking, before pausing for a moment to turn back to the young man on the ground. He casually throws out some words toward him.
“You. If you are looking to better yourself, find one of my servants later and join them. They’ll see what they can do with you.”
He resumes his movement quickly after, clearly not giving a second thought to the situation. His posse follows along without hesitation.
People move on from this area, moving in the direction of the young master. Most don’t even look back at the two people, clearly not caring whether they live or die.
The whole time the young master was speaking, I glanced between him and the beautiful man.
After the group left, though, and my eyes landed on them, my first reaction was to head towards them.
However, I looked back towards him, only to see that he has already moved on, talking to other people that are traveling along with the young master's crowd.
After taking care of this, I’ll deal with that later. But that does not bode well if he could recognize me that easily.
I subconsciously look down at my arm and clothes, remembering how Gong had suggested taking off the bracelet and hiding it underneath my clothes to save me from being recognized. Wearing a mask to obscure my face. Unfortunately, it only covers my mouth and nose.
Looks like my identity might not be as secure here as I thought. I’ll need to be on my guard.
With this in mind, I head over to their side to see what I can do to help.