I will buy that slave!

Shouts and screams demanding death reached Genus who, as always, wore a neutral expression.

His gaze swept across the crowd with a chilling coldness, yet warm affection.

'Noisy, what loud voices they have, they sure have a lot of energy to spend…'

Thinking that, he looked at his useless, skinny body.

The moment he tries to talk, blood would spat out, let alone shouting like them!

'Truly noisy, my ears will blow any second. But… What would you do now, o Ruga? Will you comply? That would be good, though'

He can't be tired of life, could he?

Looking at his life as a slave, being tortured everyday, death would be a blessing right?

It has always been like this since six months ago, when Genus, a healthy slave at that time, tried to escape from his slavery.

At that time, Genus was still an energetic man, bored from his life, he made a plan to run off.

But he didn't succeed and was caught with others who supported him, earning the bad side of Ugu, the slave merchant.

Ugu ordered his trusted men to torture them to death, which resulted in all the slaves tried to escape with genus to die.

Except Genus, the one who made all that happens, who was made a display torture to warn others from doing the same.

Ugu was shrewd, so he, as a money licker, made Genus tortured publicly and anyone that can toss money, can voice their demands.

All six months were hell for Genus, never stopping.

After some time, he lost feeling in his body, Genus didn't know why, but he never felt anything after.

To not raise suspicion, he let out grunts faking pain, but he wasn't a good actor.

People started to notice that, and enraged because they weren't satisfied, demanding death for him.

Genus wasn't afraid, and didn't appreciate it either. But since death would free him, he would gladly wait for it.

Only his death would bring them some peace, wasting their money on someone who can't scream in pain? How ungrateful!

Yet… how did it always end?

—

"Ahh, bald head, kill him!"

"That Shit must die!"

"6 golds, HURRY! I can't stand him"

"F*** you! I will kill em yself!"

Ruga, finally, let go of Genus and turned to the crowd. Since it came to this, toying time is up.

Hearing the same demand again and again, he did what he was ordered to do, as always.

"Sigh, Dear spectators, I will have to decline again. If you have any other demand say it, otherwise, shut it."

He said with fierce eyes, his bald head shining despite it's evening.

"Stop screwing around! Kill him."

"Why the heck would lord Ugu want a slave like that?!"

"Cut the crap and kill him."

Seeing no one caring about what he said, as always, Ruga had to scare them.

"Should I consider that a treat? Anyone who have any objection step forward!"

Suddenly, his dominating presence silenced the crowd, beads of sweat falling down.

Scary!!

This wasn't any ordinary man, he's Ruga, Ugu's loyal man!

"Ah, I remembered, I still have business to care about!"

"Eh? Oh, me, me too!"

The surrounding people were scared, scattered, leaving only Ruga and Genus standing there.

"Heh!" Ruga scoffed, turning back.

Seeing the still standing Genus, he said with a twisted grin.

"Aaaaaaah, were you expecting finally I'll let you die? I'm sorry but I can't~"

A moment later, two special looking warriors came.

They were Ugu' guards!

"Take him back, and make sure to treat him well~"

They took Genus away, not in a 'comfortable' manner.

'Tch! This freak is annoying.'

—

Inside the prison box.

"Enter, you scum!"

Tud!

The guards threw Genus inside the metal box, before locking the gate.

Genus sat, then shut his eyes.

'...'

He lived in this box for six months, the view is the same, so he closes his eyes.

'243 days… tomorrow will be 244 days… I still remember nothing…'

He started thinking, wasting the boring time.

'My memory is weakening, I guess, after all, I will die from malnourishment.'

'That's still a good thing, ain't it?'

'Who Am I? Did I have a peaceful life before? Or a miserable one? Now that I think about it, why are they torturing me to this extent?'

'If it was for just attempting to run away, why not kill me?'

'Strange, yet boring… except the feeling of pity.'

'I don't know why, but I can't hate or like those people…'

A guard came with a bowl of food and bread, he put it in, then left.

'...'

'Again, the same ration…'

Genus picked the bowl, cut bread, start eating.

'Hmm… Not enough to heal my wounds, but… not bad either.''

'I'll wait, maybe something interesting will happen…'

With that in mind, he continued eating with no emotion visible.

—

Nighttime, inside Green Moon Inn.

After letting the guards take the carriage to a stable, Shily and Benso reserved two rooms to stay for three days.

Inside Shily's room, she was sitting on the bed, while Benso on a chair, his sword in hand.

The interior isn't fancy but high quality, large bed, white mattress, mirror, chairs along a table, crystal for light and a bathroom.

"Lady Shily, I will stay in the next room, do you have any request?"

Benso asked Shily, who pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Not now, If I need anything I'll come to you. I feel a bit tired, so I'll sleep."

"If that's how it is, then I'll take my leave."

Benso got up and walked to the door, open it, pass trough, close it.

After he left, Shily laid back on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

"Sigh, finally I can rest. Their food is delicious, but still not like Valina. Aah, I miss her cooking! …"

After a long silence, she got up, looking around.

No one there!

'Time to sleep!'

Shily removed the veil that hid her face, then stood before the mirror.

Despite the black dots on her face, she still looked beautiful.

The combed white hair cascaded down her waist, dark blue eyes and sharp brows made her look like a cold beauty.

'A curse, huh…' She put her hand on her face in deep thought.

Just behind the wall, Benso sat on a chair in his room, seemingly asleep, but his hands on his sword ready for battle!

—

Next day morning.

The first day of their stay.

Shily woke up, then prepared to go out with Benso to some restaurant for breakfast.

On their way, the street was bustling with pedestrians.

"The air is still fresh." Shily remarked.

"Yeah, also the smell of roses in the air. The restaurant is just ahead." Benso replied.

Suddenly, they heard a commotion.

With a hard look, Shily thought,

'Again?!!'