Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 285

Episode 285. Don't doubt (3)

“Quiet.”

As the spiders began to murmur, Pintel raised his hand to silence them. The voices soon became silent.

“I understand your excitement, but there is one thing you must know.”

Pintel waved his finger and lowered his voice as if he was telling something important. The spiders who were watching him. In particular, 'Rim Hasar' paid attention.

“Perhaps, Sir Yurian’s summons this time is not for a mission, but to interview you as individuals.”

An interview? Rim Hasar was taken aback by Pintel's words.

In the end, the spiders are just tools that Yurian can use. Nothing more, nothing less, and that's what they want.

“……Did we do something wrong?”

Rim Hassar opened his mouth out of curiosity. Pintel shook his head from side to side at his words, but his expression was quite serious.

“Perhaps, it is not because of a mistake that you have made this arrangement. This is the first time Lord Yurian has used you, and did you not do well in the mission?”

“Then why……?”

Pintel was lost in thought for a moment. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts, and then he let out a sigh. Then he remembered something and opened his mouth.

“I think it’s probably because I want to get to know you individually.”

“Are you talking about each of us individually?”

"hmm."

Pintel nods.

“The Land Spider is a special organization within the dark society known as the Dawn Society. It is not an organization for the Arch Bishops of the highest power, but an organization purely for the sake of Sir Yurian.”

Rim Hassar also knows that the organization called 'Dawn Society' is not ordinary. The 'Ground Spiders' belonging to it are also special within the Dawn Society.

“Just in case something happens, Lord Yurian would like to talk to you.”

“……Why did you insist on coming forward?”

“Your Majesty the King wants to keep all situations in his hands.”

Pintel gave a short laugh.

“I think you want to create an environment where you can control it even if something unfortunate happens.”

Rim Hasar was taken aback by his words. An 'unfortunate event' is something that is beyond the realm of prediction. Being able to control such things means that you have great confidence in yourself.

“That won’t happen, but be careful what you say and do in front of him.”

Pintel gave a stern warning to the spiders.

***

As always, the reason I want to talk to the 'land spiders' is to understand what they are thinking.

'There is no gratuitous loyalty.'

Think honestly. Am I worthy of someone's respect?

The answer is obviously NO.

'Pintel is a bit of a strange case.'

In that sense, it is necessary to check the 'land spiders' again.

'Their fighting power is real.'

So, it's about checking. If it's worth using, then you should keep it by your side, and to keep it by your side, you should give it a proper reward.

If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have paid this much attention.

“Hmm.”

The place chosen to talk to the spiders is the botanical garden located on the outskirts of the island. It is the place I had previously talked to Tenelon about. In fact, I had my eye on it at the time.

'Sure, plants are the best.'

As I entered the botanical garden, all kinds of plants, including bonsai, greeted me.

Recently, love for 'plants' has been increasing, starting with 'bonsai'.

'You can raise it without wasting unnecessary emotions.'

Just like in human relationships, there is no need to give or receive something emotional. If you simply water and nourish it, it will bloom in return.

What a simple, straightforward story.

'I'm glad I don't have a headache.'

I approached the nearest tree and reached out to its long branches, which were hanging in clusters with red fruits that looked like dates.

The stem also had a deep green tint, and it felt similar to the bonsai trees I had grown.

'What's your name?'

Was there a caretaker at this botanical garden? If Tenelon wasn't a savage, he wouldn't have done something stupid like kill the caretaker.

Anyway, I like the way it looks.

“Huh, huh huh…….”

“Hey, come here, old man.”

It's a surprise.

I slowly turned my head when I suddenly heard a voice from behind me.

Anyway, the only people who will come here are the spiders I summoned.

“Did you call, Sir Yurian?”

First of all, the first person I decided to talk to was the spider. I took a quick look at his appearance.

Jet-black hair and amber eyes. Something feels familiar.

'Al Hassar?'

I am reminded of Al Hassar, the knight of Colparan. Come to think of it, he is also a member of the Lahman tribe. According to Pintel, most of the 'land spiders' are Lahman tribe, so there must be some kind of connection.

I looked at the guy, running my hand over what looked like a date palm.

'It's a curve.'

A curved sword, mainly used by the tribes of the Suraman Desert. When I saw it, I suddenly became curious.

What would it be like to practice swordsmanship using that curved sword?

***

As Rim Hassar entered the botanical garden, the scents of various flowers mixed together to create a feast for a lazy summer day.

On one side of the botanical garden there was a pond, over which a gentle breeze blew, creating ripples, and in the water golden fish swam leisurely.

Is it training?

Looking at the flowers floating above, Rim Hassar thought to himself.

'There's a place like this even in the empire.'

Just a day ago, I had witnessed a bad scene and was starting to feel disgusted with the country called the Empire.

No, there would be no one from the Suranun Desert who would view the 'Empire' favorably in the first place. The countries of the Suranun Desert were in crisis due to geographical reasons, but the Empire's influence was also not without its influence.

'still.'

Not bad.

'Where is Sir Yurian?'

Rim Hassar looked around. Then, a huge palm tree came into view. The palm tree, towering gracefully, seemed like a pillar connecting the earth and the sky.

'I knew I'd see you here.'

It is a tree that takes root even in harsh environments, does not die easily, and at the same time produces 'palm fruit'. Thanks to this, the palm tree is a tree that can be easily found even in the barren Suranun Desert.

Even for the Lahman tribe, it had religious significance.

'The Liberator defeated the Shahatans and erected a tree from their corpses for the dying nomads.'

That is the original species of the 'palm tree' you see before your eyes.

Rim Hassar approached the palm tree as if in a trance. In the Sura Nun Desert, there was a doctrine that if you saw this tree, you had to bow lightly.

“……Lord Yurian?”

There stood Yurian. He was smiling cautiously, running his hands through the coconut, and his appearance was so divine that it could not be described in material terms.

“Hey, come here, old man.”

Because of that, words came out without me knowing.

"hmm."

Yurian turned his head and met Rim Hassar's gaze.

His eyes were wide and expressionless, and his face always had a smile on it. Because of that, he seemed inhuman, something indescribable.

Meanwhile, Yurian's mouth opened.

“What’s your name?”

“This is Rim Hassar.”

“Do you know Al Hassar?”

"yes."

Rim Hassar nodded. Al Hassar, a name you can't help but know.

“He is my twin brother.”

“Is that so? I thought we had a similar vibe, so I thought we might have a connection.”

A way of speaking that felt as if floating in the air. Rim Hassar felt it through Yurian.

“It breaks my heart to leave my homeland and come to live in the Adratan Empire. It is hard for anyone to leave their homeland.”

For some reason, Yurian’s words were filled with sadness. Although he was clearly born in the empire, it felt as if this place was not his hometown.

“Your Majesty Yurian, you are from the Adratan Empire. Were you born here, in the Isles?”

At Rim Hassar's words, Yurian shifted his gaze slightly.

“You could say yes or no.”

“……What is that?”

“Now I don’t even know where I came from or what I do.”

Yulian had a faint smile on her lips and shook her head from side to side.

'It seems you can't fully recall your memories from your past life.'

Other than that, I couldn't interpret what Yurian said.

“I talked about something a little useless.”

Still smiling, Yurian swept away the leaves of the palm tree in front of him. Then, he pointed to the palm fruits hanging from the palm tree.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

The divine smile. At that sight, a verse from the scriptures came to mind for Rim Hasar.

When the Liberator killed Shahatan, a palm tree grew in its place. The Liberator distributed its fruit to the starving people and said:

This is my flesh and blood given to you.

“Ah-jim… Ah-jim, come here.”

When he came to, Rim Hassar was on his knees, with his head on the ground and his hands folded.

***

What kind of guy is he?

I looked at Rim Hassar, who had suddenly fallen to the floor, and felt embarrassed inside.

‘… … I need to get to the main point.’

Why did you join the Dawn Society?

What did you come into the land spider for?

That's why I'm calling you personally to talk to you.

'I need to know what kind of guy he is, so I can work with him.'

And there was one more reason.

My gaze turned to the sword that Rim Hasar was wearing. Curiosity to see the swordsmanship used in the Suraman Desert with my own eyes. That desire rose up from deep within my heart.

'There's a lot to do.'

It's annoying. My head already hurts. That's why plants are good. You can just grow them without thinking about it.

“Rim Hassar.”

Even when I called his name, he just lowered his head and muttered something.

In a panic, I looked around. Then, I noticed a coconut hanging from a tree.

Perhaps this tree was not native to the Empire. Nevertheless, it survived and bore fruit.

'I don't know much about the characteristics of the Rahman tribe.'

Rim Hassar's appearance like this must have something to do with his hometown.

In that sense, it is the perfect thing to show to Rim Hassar.

“Look at this.”

I picked a part of the date palm and showed it to Rim Hassar.

Obviously, the reason he bows his head and prays is because he is afraid of living in a foreign land.

“Like the fruit of this tree, your work will also bear fruit.”

As expected, Rim Hassar reacted.

'also.'

Even if you are a ruthless Rahman tribesman, living in a foreign country is difficult.

Rim Hassar took the palm tree I gave him. Now, let's get to the main point──.

Ugh──!

Rim Hassar crushed the palm tree with his hands, and red juice flowed out.

Uh, uh uh.

Why on earth would you put that on your face, you crazy bastard?