What is in the sack?

"I understand." Kyle nodded immediately. These five are probably nobles and Kyle had absolutely no intention on sticking his neck into the troublesome buisness of nobility. "Well thank you. For telling us so kindly," William thanked him awkwardly. "It was my pleasure." "Bye then. Take care of yourself."

William seemed to have formed attachment to the orphan during their short interaction, as he gave Kyle a somewhat regretful and lonely smile from undr his hood.

"Let's go,William."

" Yes."

The five of them turned on their heels and walked away from the entrance of the slums. Kyle watched their retreating backs, straining his eyes when he noticed a strange light flowing out of their bodies. With a gasp, he fixed his gaze down at his body. A similar faint light that those people had was flowing out of himself the diffrence is that the light flowing out from him has a little golden texture in it. It wasn't hallucination. He could both see and feel it. The light flowed through his body like the blood in the veins. It streamed out of his body endlessly, like water from a spring. The group of five gave the most light in the descending order of that silent boy, William, Annora, Alice and the one who might have been Annora's attendant. However the amount flowing out of his body was far greater than all of them.

When did this light first start to release out of him ? Were William and others are aware of it? Such questions passed through Kyle's mind, but he couldn't find an answer to any of them. Can other people see this light too? Would it be bad if they noticed it? In a panic he focused on decreasing the amount of light coming out, only to find it suprisingly compliant with his will. There was still some leaking out, but it was much less than William's group's, so it probably wouldn't be an issue. Kyle sighed in relief. He thought

Is this light "magic essence "?

Is it really was an essence, he should be able to do some things with it intuitively. But attempting such actions without any knowledge of it risked things slipping out of control, so he needed to pick a better time and place for experimenting with it. It would be bad if he returned late as well, so Kyle decided to head back to the shack for now. On the way to the shack, Kyle's head buzzed with thoughts about his future. He could live off the five large silver coins he received from William for quite a while, but he still couldn't break off from the men until he had some form of stable income. There was nowhere to run from them in the slums, and they'd probably hunt him down and kill him if they discovered that he'd run away.

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Still for now with both his stomach and pocket filled, Kyle felt a little better. With his new funds in hand, all he wanted now was some time to carefully plan how to get away from the men, his escape route and how to live going forward. Eventually, he arrived back at the shabby shack while pondering such things. The sight of it immediately dampened his mood. He sighed.

"I'm back."

He entered the shack with a small bow. The men would yell at Kyle for no reason at all sometimes, but they had been in high spirits this morning so that wasn't as likely today. They were probably partying and making an uproar right now. Or so Kyle had thought.

The lamp is out?

The inside of the shack was pitch black and completely silent, the window was closed and the lamp that lit the room had been extinguished, making it impossible to see. A sharp, metallic smell of rusted iron pierced his senses, making Kyle frown.

What's that smell? Blood?

The scent that wafted into Kyle's mind was blood the same blod when he got injured.

"Mmrgh! Mmmgh!"

Just then, a muffled sound could be heard inside the shack. It was coming from the corner of the room. ". !"

The sudden sound made Kyle flinch in surprise. What's that ? He could hear the rustling sound of fabric. Had someone fallen asleep? Kyle warily started to inch towards the sound when his foot slipped. He could feel a mysterious liquid against the sole of his bare foot. The floor was wet. Suspicious of the unknown substance that felt so strange against the skin, Kyle decided to open the window first. The window is

Relying on his memory of the room's layout, he ignored the uncomfortable sensation under his feet and proceeded towards the wooden shack's only window. He threw it fully open; light flooded it from outside, illuminating the dark room.

"What"

Kyle fell speechless at the horrendous scene before his eyes. There were dead bodies lying everywhere. The bodies of the men who were drinking in shack earlier, and "Ben..."

It was the dead body of Ben. The man who gave Kyle money for food in the morning was now a bloodied corpse. He lay face-up, his clothes completely soaked red with blood.

"Urgh...."

Kyle wanted to throw up. He pressed a hand against his mouth and resisted the urge. Ben's death was a big shock for Kyle that almost shook him to the core.

"Mm! Mm,mmrgh!" The muffled sound could still be heard inside the room. Kyle's frown deepened as he directed his gaze toward it — the single sack sat in the corner of the room. There was something alive inside of it. A person ..... ? No way ....

It didn't look bug enough to fit an adult. If it was a person it has to be a child. Kyle had an extremely bad feeling about this. His heartbeat thundered in his chest and he held his breath to stop trembling. He fearfully approached the sack. It squirmed as though it was declaring his presence. Kyle slowly untied the drawstring and the sack fell open with a soft sound.