Chapter 13: Justice and REVENGE!

"Haha son, you said that those sons of b*tches tried to fight your team eh?!"

"Yes, father but all it was was a futile attempt. Ah, its quite mortifying to have our losses cut as we have to kill the men and only captured the women and children."

"You already did a good job son, daddy's proud of ye!"

Sounds of happy and joyous conversation is heard from inside a carriage. Apart from their topic being killing and slavery, the over all mood is light and harmonious.

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I opened my eyes and proceeded to open the door with my 'free' but not, slightly occupied hand.

As to why I closed my eyes, well, I was listening for confirmation of my unease and the suspicions that was aroused with it. Truly, it was considered worth as I heard what I wanted to hear.

Apparently, the other carriages and the slaves has already been out for quite some time as they were tight in time to deliver the 'goods'. I heard the information from the father and son duo.

Also the important thing is that the supposed son has a voice similar to the young man who said those bullsh*t during the raid.

It made my blood boil and at the same time steeled my determination more as supposed that the only bodyguards are the ones I killed and these bastard duo doesn't even realise that the noise of carpentry from the people working outside stopped as the two are dwelling into their fantasy.

'(As for the group of men, they are too confident or rather I am more witty as I am the protagonist in this story bitch, when in reality I just took advantage of them being human with human responses and reaction that made my plan work in the first place).'

That silly thought brought a little smile into me as I opened the door of the carriage.

Sensing my arrival the two bastard stopped to look and their faces paled so hard that they where as white as snow. What's unbelievable though is that the son who is already white has still the capacity to go whiter.

Raising the head in my one hand I threw it at the footing of the two. While I played with the knife in my hands.

Seeing the head and my bloody appearance; face full of blood, bloody body, scratches and bruises everywhere and conjugated blood from my wounds especially from the palms of my hand which was caused by the time I pushed the wall, the bastards shook in fear and the elder started begging me.

'What a bunch of cowards!' I thought in my mind.

I then proceeded to sever the heads of both bastards which was harder than I thought because although they did not have the guts to fight back especially to the flower boy who already fainted as he peed in his pants, the knife used is small and since I have to deal with one awake first I had a hard time as the pitiful knife is too small for the neck of the meatball of a father then the flower boy.

I specifically put an effort in finding a box that's enough to store the heads of the 'bastards' and tamed the horse which was on the outer premise of the scene happen feeding on grass.

Cleaning myself from the river I then mounted on the horse. I got a saddle from the inside of the carriage and apart from this all the items in there are useless and the bank cards are also useless as I can't use them so might as well burn them along with the remains.

Speaking of remains, the corpses of the five was left to rot without proper burial as people who will visit which is highly unlikely that they are killed in action during the tragedy. As for the freshness well, the village burned is still fresh and apart from the one headless body lying in the open all the other corpses is less suspecting. In general no one would bother with them even with people visiting has no time nor evidence, fingerprints? Uh, I highly doubt as this is clearly a less developed world than my previous one.

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Taking the box full of head I rode the horse valiantly in my elegant clothes from the closet of the deceased flower boy accentuating my 'suavness'.

Leaving a clump of dust behind the burning carriages, two in specific, I left with my mission accomplished.

The only thing that's left is the escapees and those slaves which I don't have the time as I am already tired both mentally and physically.

I'll just let the authorities deal with them when I reach the city, supposed that the 'escapees' and slaves are being delivered more likely to the city, just that with smuggling they go under the eyes of the authority.

Having the advantage in speed because of the volume in people despite their head start I will arrive first in the city allowing me to inform them about the matter.

Also, I will be guiding them on the apprehension like an angel would do.

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And maybe, I will get a bounty for the 'bastards' head...