Chapter 567: Coming Out of the White Mist
“What do you an ‘it’s just Bazel’?”
Feniel scratched her head, reached out, and yanked at the White-Bone Giant; a section of leg bone was pulled clean off.
Then she threw the bone onto the ground at her feet. The White Bone bounced once on the ground, then, as if drawn by sothing, slowly squird back toward the White-Bone Giant.
The leg bone rolled a few tis across the ground before lightly hopping and returning onto the White-Bone Giant’s body.
“You saw it, right? It could restore itself.”
“Oh, quite interesting. But what does that have to do with it being Bazel? Did the bone have sothing written on it?”
“There were no words written on the bone, but words were written using the bones.”
“???”
Under the Banshee’s explanation, Hughes roughly reconstructed what had happened — a heap of White Bones had been thrown out from the mist. At that ti, it had not yet been a White-Bone humanoid, just a scattered pile of bones. Those bones had been arranged into a line of words:
‘This is Bazel.’ The Banshee’s tone was extrely strange. “What was thrown out was this exact line, the bones pieced together into ‘This is Bazel’.”
She pointed at the White-Bone Giant on the ground with the tip of her tail.
“And a few hours later, it slowly turned back into this appearance. Those Bone Words were wedged together pretty tightly — we broke quite a few bones taking them apart.”
The corner of Hughes’ eye twitched. He looked at the Earl Bazel lying on the ground with a sympathetic gaze.
Little Gwen’s desire for revenge was surprisingly strong. Even after death, he still had to be tornted. Who knew where she had learned that from.
“Then this should indeed be Earl Bazel. Our first eting — I am Castel’s Lord, Frontier Count Hughes. I’ve long heard your na.” Hughes crouched down, smiling as he looked at the restrained Bazel.
Feniel’s tail loosened slightly, and Bazel’s skull slowly lifted from the soil. He stared at Hughes with hateful eyes… well, it was hard to see expressions on a Skeleton’s face, but the resentnt was so thick that everyone present could feel it.
“Hughes… hmph. Don’t think you can get a single piece of information out of . If you’ve got the ability, kill again!”
Bazel said gloomily.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. If you don’t want to talk, then don’t. Your intelligence isn’t very useful to . But you yourself are extrely important to Castel.”
The White Bone froze, opened his mouth, and was about to speak, but Hughes had already risen to his feet. Feniel pressed down with her tail, smashing him back into the ground and filling his mouth with dirt.
“Take him to Blood Harbor, to the Tribunal, to Castel, to the Cathedral.” Hughes’ voice was unspeakably cheerful. “He needs to pay for everything he has done — notify Nora, have them co to Blood Harbor with . Two viewing seats have been reserved for her in the Tribunal.”
As Hughes’ figure gradually faded into the distance, Bazel suddenly felt his body lighten. A tall Steel Giant beside him lifted him up.
A gaze beneath the faceplate t his for a mont. A voice ca from within.
“The Lord won’t kill you. He’ll even give you a job. But the environnt might not be pleasant. I hope you can… adapt.”
Bazel froze. He had just opened his mouth to speak when the large hand holding him abruptly lost all gentleness and smashed him straight into the ground. The painstakingly reassembled Bazel shattered into a pile of bones once more.
“Logistics — bring a shovel. Scoop him up and load him on the cart.”
Blood Harbor seed different today.
Bettys peeked her head out from the newly rented shop. Even the people buying Fried Fish from her had noticeably decreased.
Every short distance along the street stood Night Patrol mbers of the Mystics. Unlike usual, their numbers seed unusually large today.
Moreover—
“Sir, are you from the Church Guard of the Imperial Truth?”
Bettys timidly called toward two figures with rifles slung on their backs.
The two were standing at the nearby street corner. Normally, only Mystics patrolled here, but today even the Church Guard had shown up.
“Yes, though to be precise, I currently belong to the Expeditionary Army. What’s wrong, little girl?”
“Is sothing big about to happen? Why are there so many people?”
Bettys’ face grew pale. A year ago, she had still been surviving day by day in the Lower District. Now she had learned to read, gained friends, and just bought her shop. Life was so good it felt like a dream.
If soone told her that this beautiful life was about to collapse…
The young Expeditionary soldier received a kick from his companion beside him, and only then did he react.
“No, no — wait, actually yes — sothing big is happening, but it’s a good thing! We caught Bazel! He’ll be escorted back from Blood Harbor soon — the Train will arrive later!”
Bettys froze, then slowly exhaled. She was just too afraid of losing the life she had finally earned.
“I—I’m sorry!”
“It’s fine, it’s fine! Do you like Fried Fish, little girl? There’s a good stall nearby — I’ll buy so for you!”
His comrade kicked him again.
Bettys hurried back, grabbed two boxes filled with Fried Fish, shoved them into the two soldiers’ hands, and then ran toward the Train Station.
She wanted to see with her own eyes what that wicked Earl Bazel looked like. The newspapers had been reporting about him constantly lately, and Bettys had been reading them with great interest every ti.
The two Expeditionary soldiers scratched their heads, still unsure how to deal with the Fried Fish, when suddenly they felt weight settle heavily on their shoulders.
They turned to see a figure built like a bear standing behind them.
“Captain Kyle!?”
“I heard soone claim Expeditionary soldiers were bullying a little girl, so I ca to take a look…” His gaze fell on the Fried Fish in their hands.
“Well now, you even snatched Fried Fish?”
The two soldiers straightened up and began trembling.
Bettys ran along, squeezing through the crowd and rising on her toes to look toward the Train Station.
But she was too short, and the Station area was packed with people — she couldn’t see anything at all.
“Bettys, you ca to watch the commotion too?”
Bettys turned around. It was an elderly woman.
“Hello, Granny.” Bettys hurriedly greeted. This was a frequent custor at her stall. She didn’t know her na, but everyone called her Granny, so Bettys did the sa.
Granny grinned, patted Bettys’ small head, then grabbed her hand. “Little Bettys, Granny will take you inside to look!”
“N-no, there’s no need! I’m fine watching from outside!”
Bettys tried to refuse — Granny looked quite old, squeezing into the crowd would surely be tiring for her.
But Granny didn’t listen at all and dragged her forward. To Bettys’ surprise, the way through was strangely smooth.
Suddenly, Bettys felt the hand holding hers loosen. Granny let go of her, and in the next mont — amid Bettys’ short cry — Granny lifted her straight into the air.
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