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Delac woke up from his thoughts. There had often been moments when he entered a trance-like state while reading the Iron-Blooded Lord's journal. It was strange. He had never experienced such events firsthand, but reading the journal transformed the words into memories, making the scenes of those times appear vividly in his mind. Each time, it felt like his dormant senses were being awakened.
"I am begging you. Mercy..."
The voice wasn't just from Delac's imagination. He had been thinking for a long time, but when he came to his senses, not even an instant had passed. Before him were several people bowing their heads and begging for their lives.
Coincidentally, they were dwarves. Delac felt as if he was surrounded by dozens of Eshurus. He suddenly felt dizzy.
Just then, an interesting statement came from among the people who were sobbing and begging for mercy.
"We didn't know anything."
At that moment, the dizziness suddenly cleared, and Delac asked a question similar to his past. "Did you really not know?"
"Really!"
"You might not have known that Master Visid was in direct collusion with the Dark Church. However, didn't you sense any strangeness?" Delac continued as he looked around at the silent crowd. "Vulcanus suddenly became angry, but no one in the village knew the reason why. Even though you could no longer deliver your works regularly, the village's finances remained mostly unaffected. These facts could easily be identified by simply paying a bit of attention."
Delac thought of Lenao's wife. He remembered the gorgeous jewelry she had been wearing all over her body. Had that wise fairy really not known the value of the jewelry she wore and the sacrifices required for such luxury? Impossible. She must've known, but chosen to turn a blind eye. It wasn't hard to do so, and the benefits she got in return would be sweet.
"You must've turned away," Delac said. "If the situation in the village were really serious, you wouldn't have had the luxury to entertain guests. Even acts of kindness are only possible if you can afford it."
From the very first day when Delac was served a meat dish, he'd realized that this village could afford it. It was in stark contradiction to what Master Visid said the next day. From that moment on, Delac had become suspicious of this village.
All of the dwarves who would have replied were gone. Only quiet sobs filled the air from time to time.
Delac believed his preparations were complete. He would give them a final reprieve before they stood at the execution block. Unlike Visid or the dwarves he had killed earlier, these dwarves at least deserved to know the reason for their deaths. The reason no one was begging for mercy was likely because they also felt a sense of guilt.
However, something happened the moment Delac drew his sword.
"Stop."
Delac turned his head to look at the sudden voice. The one who emerged from the street engulfed in flames was a lizardman holding a strange weapon.
At that moment, Delac felt dizzy again. He knew the core of this person who had taken on a completely different appearance. Every time he looked at that figure, the image of someone else would surface in his mind.
Brother.
Delac asked without showing any confusion, "Why?"
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