Spoiler: RR Version

Twisted Interrogation

Back in the room of two storey building, the son of Second General Tiz Mig, named Hoven Mig, watches Jaino walking heading to the assailant. He speaks, “You had told me that he is alone; how comes he’s aware at the operation?

“And why is it, that guy is over there. Explain this.”

One of the men replies, “Sir, I don’t know which guy you mean about. But sir, we’d discovered Jaino while he had a fight against a woman. And while we’d stalked; as we can recall, he had no such conversation related to this rushed operation.”

“Is that— so?

“Inform the remaining archers to attack one by one,” has said by Hoven, going to the exit. “We must leave before our presence will be noticed.

“A new plan must be prepared.”

Back down to where the assailant struggles due to his body in pain as he regains consciousness. He pushes up his body from the ground and he shakes his head. The stunned and heavy condition of his head gives him a blurred images. A tip of sheeny blade of sword lies near his eyes. His eyes wander to only see the wielder, Jaino, who speaks,

“How much had they pay to you?”

The assailant thinks, I am screwed. … That's remind me. His voice shows his incapability. He spits out to the ground. The pain on his swollen reddish purple cheek, the rashes on some part of his face and elbows, and the pain on some part of his body demand him to rest. His hand wanders behind his waistline and he grabs the handle of the sheathed dagger. He replies, “Fitted for the life to be buried in ground.” He grins. The upper part of a leather sandal worn by Jaino claps on his cheek as Jaino kicks him.

With his rage, Jaino swings down his kick, knocking the face of the assailant to the ground. This gives Jaino a bit of ease on his heart. But as he can hear the agony of people around, the gripping pain on his heart is tightening. He closes his eyes and lifts his head. He palms to his left chest. His face deforms while he tries to resist the pain.

Zahamara's colonel— who has managed to lead the soldiers in suppression of Jaino's attackers —commands some soldiers to pursue those who escape.

Those armed people— who have lend their strength —assist in tending the wounded, restraining securely those alive attackers, and filing separately the dead bodies of both sides.

While escaping, those attackers in pursuit— some of them cripples some civilians and some others kill some civilians —divert the attention of the pursuing soldiers.

Unable to resist the pain, Jaino cries, yelling loudly from the pain he has unable to bear. This attracts, confuses the attention of anyone's around. Zahamara is wondering. And Krispen becomes worried.

After crawling out in different rooftops, one of those archers fires an arrow. Krispen, who has quickly noticed, shatters the arrow. Another arrow has fired from different direction and Kripen does his job. This is damn. They keep me busy. I can't suppress at least one of them.

The assailant pushes up his body. This is my— chance! He unsheathes his dagger and attacks Jaino as he yells, “Go to hell bullshit! I'm above you!”

A loud collision of two metals briefly echoes and the dagger rings and rolls in the ground.

Trying to resist the shaking of his body and the pain of his heart, Jaino speaks, “For Krispen unable to suppress your body, you are a sorse. It means, we are equal in potentiality.” He lowers his sword. “I tell you what. I'll pay you double, fitted for a life to be spared. Where is he?

“Your boss is weak anyway; can't do the job on his own.”

“What?” The assailant laughs loudly. “I only care with the pay. But, I'll be honest. Never once I see the client either know where he is.” He spits out some blood again.

Those archers consecutively fall down from the rooftops. People— with crossbows —emerge; they are the castle guards. The commander from the front line before— who should supposed to fight against Lladamak —heads near to Zahamara. They talk.

Jaino speaks to his assailant, “Surrender yourself with the soldiers. Tell them you want to rehabilitate. I have a program runs by one of my member. Until then your reward is yours. Return to being citizen.” Using other people to hire someone for the dirty job. He sighs.

His blood circulates fast all over his vain; this assailant grabs a very short knife from his pocket below his buttock as he attacks. “Bullshit, don't overrule me!”

Jaino manages to grab his assailant's hand, holding the knife. He then diverts the approaching swing. His foot he sweeps to his assailant's shin, resulting for his assailant to fall face down in the ground. He then stomps the assailant's hand as that hand has let go the knife. Jaino kicks away the knife and he speaks, “Look at yourself. How do you intended to survive the mercenary life with this kind of talent you have.

“Soldiers!” —and one of the soldier goes near— “Another one?” —and some of the soldiers pushes someone as volunteer— “You two take care this for me.” After the assailant has been dragged away, this Jaino stabs the sword in the ground and he sits. His eyes produce tears.

“Boss...”

“Krispen ... how many people must die because of me?

“This is the third time I've been attacked. Why must the prince won't hear my request? With this shit means he rejected my request again. I even feed them me neglecting to duty. Me in the job brings foul images in the leagues of these races.”

“Boss...”

“Look, I need to maintain the relationship of the clans; public images, our duty, and those jealousies. And I have my own personal problems.”

“Boss... we of your members have our life shaped. You shape our life. We follow your ideals wherever you go. You've done plenty to us, even when you hadn't yet succeeded the third seat.

“Stay to what you believe. We shall guard you, boss. Until you can accept our proposal, we will guard you. Even if these problems, will be over.

“About you neglecting your duty, we members are part of yours. We keep doing the daily tasks.”

“Damn, you've reminded me about the other weight on my shoulder.”

“Forgive me from overhearing your conversation,” has said by Zahamara, walking near to Jaino. “Son ... it seems that I have become a burden to your job.”

“No father. Maybe... it's just my fate; a test to be overcome.”

Zahamara lifts his head and he stares at the sky. “It's very quick. You've grown. I must say, create your goal, son. You are, free.” He puts his hand to his shoulder. “There are times that we can't do everything. And there are times that we are the key. Don't burden yourself with our clan. Someone is already inheriting the task. Do what you believe right.”

This Jaino gazes at the ground and he mumbles, “Create my goal, huh? Taila had told me the same thing.”

“I'll take care the rest. I excuse myself,” has said by Zahamara, heading to the busy colonel.

Destine to live and to survive

Our purpose that we all decide

is like gold, light, either darkness

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