Translated and edited by Tianic
All the poachers were in my father’s pavilion waiting for their judgment. They claimed that were private mercenaries for some noblemen. However, they had no choice but to confess after being beaten up by my father’s guards.
Well, I could have done better than watching. Wildflowers looked fun.
“Uncle Maiza!” I held up a water sac, “How sweaty you are! Here’s some water!”
“Thank you, Cohen!” Uncle Maiza boomed.
“Uncle Maiza,” I looked at the cages behind him, “Can I take a look at them.”
“Well, OK, but keep your distance.”
“Why?” I asked, “If I go closer, I’ll see clearly.”
“No way!” Uncle Maiza talked as he halted at one of the cages, “Look, Cohen, this is a dwarf kid. He’s extremely strong and dangerous.”
“And this is a young elf. If you go near her, she might use her spells against you. This is a wingman, that is a sandman… and this little vampire girl looks sick!?” With a solid look, he promptly paced into my father’s pavilion.
Sick? I leaned forward with my hands over the bar and looked at that vampire girl curiously.
She seemed pale and weak. Her blond hair has lost its glossy radiant. Under the youthful eyebrow was her folded eyes that shivered constantly.
“Please… save her… please… save her… I can serve you… I can be your slave…” A weakened voice came across from the other side.
I adjusted my look then found the owner of that voice. It was the elf girl. Seeing me reacted to her voice, she struggled to her knees and crawled closer.
“Please, save her… little Windsor is dying! Save her, please! She’s a vampire, but she’s never done anything bad…” Tears welled her eyes and eventually they fell, she talked while sobbing her cheeks. Her face was deformed by the narrow bars though she kept on trying to reach for me.
I disregarded Uncle Maiza’s warning and gripped her tiny hands involuntarily.
“What can I do? I can’t do magic. I can’t cure her.” I hate myself for being a no-magicer.
Eyes flickered, the elf said, “You don’t need to… Please find me a dagger and a container.”
“What are you hoping to achieve? I don’t understand.”
“Little Windsor needs blood…” She lowered her head, “She is… please hurry up… please.”
“No!!!” Another sore voice sounded, “You can’t lose any more blood! Winslet! You’ve been giving her blood for days! You’ll die! Let me feed her!”
I looked at the sandman, “What is going on with you?”
“Please!! I will be your servant!! Please give me a dagger!”
“No, Dimmock! You are wounded…”
“I…can’t… if only wingman were warm-blooded!”
I straightened the elf’s hand and peeled her sleeves. There I was shocked by several scary knife cuts. Then I peeked at the crying wingman and the bruised little sandman. I headed to father’s pavilion.
“Father, I need a dagger.” I spoke peacefully.
“Sure, one second. Wait, what?” Father glared at me with surprise.
“I said I need a dagger, father.” I repeated, “The girl in the cage is dying. Only blood can save her.”
“Are you sure? I would give you a dagger but considering your hostility towards weapons plus…” Father rubbed his forehead, which indicated that he was going through struggling, “… whose blood do you want?”
“My blood, father.”
“No way!” Maiza shouted, “Take mine!”
I shook my head, “Uncle Maiza, my father is the viceroy, and he has his duties. As for you, uncle Maiza, you are in charge of his security. So you have your duty, too. Your duty requires that your bodies are intact. I can’t let my choice to influence yours. One more thing…” I looked at my father and said firmly, “It’s my choice!”
“Maiza, give your dagger to him.” My father stopped Maiza who wanted to say more, “Look at his eyes. Quickly, and don’t let our young hero die for that cute little girl.
I controlled my rising detest, then took over uncle Maiza’s dagger, and exited. One guard opened the cage and took the trembling girl out.
“Let me assist you,” Maiza grabbed my hand, “You don’t know how deep it goes.”
“Get ready.” Uncle Maiza shouted at the guards, “If you miss a drop of Lord Cohen’s blood I’ll send you a one-way ticket to the latrine!!!”
The little elf, wingman, sandman, and the dwarf stared at me, muddled. Uncle Maiza’s clutching hands got tighter. First cold, then warm, then my blood.
“Take it!” Maize shouted again as if it was his blood that’s spilling.
“His kind and saint power…” As the container was half-full, a mage began chanting, “…cure and heal!” The mage’s fingers moved, and the wound on my wrist closed…
“Right! I merely forgot!” I said to the mage guard, “Can you take a look at their wounds? They look really severe!”
“As you wish, Young Lord. In a moment.” The mage did not go away, he muttered something instead, then pointed my head with a finger. My head… I felt dizzy…
“My Lord, how could you not stop Young Lord?”
“Maiza, you are aware that my Cohen does not like weapons.”
“Yes, I’m aware of that.”
“When he was asking for a dagger, I was also stunned.”
“I don’t understand, My Lord.”
“My friend, this kid is very different from other kids in many ways, smart, kind, without magic power. You can’t find any worship of violence, which is found in almost all boys. His mother and I were very concerned about his grown-up life, considering this is a world of uncertainties.
“Then why today… Cohen… the Young Lord…”
“I have been observing. Cohen refuses to touch any weapons because of his hatred for killing. I don’t know his reasons. Though today, he had this great chance to understand that weapons could be used to save people. You wouldn’t say no to him, would you?”
“No!!! Master Cohen looked very… determined! For those eyes, anyone had to say yes!”
“This is the first time you call him master, Maiza.”
“I want to do that! Cohen has won our respect, with his bravery and kindness!
“Hahahahahaha, Maiza, I’m very pleased you feel the same way. How about a drink, what do you say?”
“I’m sorry, My Lord. I’m on duty today.”
“Oh, right! I forgot that. How’s Cohen doing now?”
“He’s okay. He is put to sleep by our physician, should be up by tomorrow.”
“Sounds good. By the way, lock the hunters in their own cage! Do anything as they did to those kids! No food, only a bit of water.”
“Yes, My Lord.”