Chapter 91
Chapter 91
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 91
Chapter Title: Blow, You Bastards
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“Groan.”
“Oh, looks like that guy’s not dead after all. Lucky.”
“I told you to go easy.
Humans just don’t know the meaning of ‘moderation.’”
“...What do you expect me to do when those weaklings all croaked on me, demon?”
“Hee hee.
Kiddo.
Sion’s watching, so I’m holding back for now, but keep mouthing off and I might just rip your limbs off for real.”
“Try it.
If you can.”
Those words sent chills racing up Sion’s arms.
Fuck, I’m scared they might actually throw down.
Anything else aside, Lily and Kim Yu-hyun were the real deal.
The odds were next to zero now, but what if.
‘If those two really fight... don’t even think about stopping them.
Best to just bail quietly.
Damn it.’
There were plenty of others to break it up even if he didn’t, and just mentioning Sion’s name would snap Lily right out of it, making her dial back the aggression for sure.
Kim Yu-hyun’s mood swings were a pain, but he cooled off fast against anyone who wasn’t a clear ‘enemy,’ so no worries there.
‘More importantly.’
Sion sat down in front of the guy Kim Yu-hyun had turned into fairy—or was it elf?—mincemeat.
Tied tight to the chair, he’d been out cold like the dead until just now, when his eyes finally fluttered open.
“Hey, buddy.
Wake up.”
“Urk...”
“Hey, buddy?
Snap out of it and open your eyes.”
“Ugh...”
“Hmm.”
Sion glanced at Kim Yu-hyun.
If you were gonna drag him back alive, at least beat him enough to talk.
Kim Yu-hyun caught the hint mid-argument with Lily, cleared his throat with a hem!, and awkwardly avoided Sion’s gaze.
‘Sigh.
I wanna chew you out, but I’ll hold back for now, Yu-hyun.’
Truth was, if Kim Yu-hyun got serious, it’d be hell on Sion’s heart, so he kept his mouth shut.
Anyway, Sion turned back to the male fairy.
He seemed conscious now, but was he groaning from pain, or just hating the idea of talking? Hard to tell.
“Lisi.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Go grab that thing.”
“That thing...”
“The stuff from the Highness Merchant Group last time.
Just one vial should do.”
Lisi let out an ‘Ah!’ of realization, nodded, and dashed off somewhere.
Watching her go, Sion focused back on the damn fairy in front of him.
“Benefactor.”
“Sion.”
“Oh, Sion.
Just curious... what the hell is this pointy-ears’ deal?
Why are pointy-ears attacking humans?
Aren’t they the stuck-up pricks who avoid humans like the plague?”
Winnie’s sharp tone made Sion chuckle.
Spot on from A to Z—if this fairy had any sense, he’d blush and have no comeback.
These were the ones who sneered at humans, called other subraces lowly scum.
Pathetic fucks who’d bicker over jam on bread like it was life or death, yet acted all noble and pure.
Kidnapped by humans, lived hell, barely escaped back to their village—only to get shunned as ‘tainted,’ then when they needed something, threatened kin for favors while leeching off the Highness Merchant Group.
‘Come to think of it, Winnie doesn’t know the fairies’ true colors yet.
Yeah, most folks just know them as some shadowy force gunning for the kingdom, with fairies thrown in.
No clue what they want or what chaos they’re brewing.’
That the celestials were the big bads behind it all? Still under wraps.
Lily knew from the start celestials weren’t pure, and Lisi would just see anyone harming her master as scum, celestial or demon.
But the rest had it all wrong.
Even human Lucia, cat beastkin Winnie—they grew up hearing demons were evil, celestials showed up when those evils blackened the world.
‘Breaking lifelong prejudices is tough.
Even if I spell it out, they probably won’t buy it.
Too bad Lily didn’t save even one celestial to show off.
Guess I’ll make do—get the truth from these guys’ mouths.’
Undeniable proof already existed: so-called noble fairies not only raided the palace but lured monsters to hit territories.
Just get one to spit out ‘Celestials are the real fuckers!’ and Sion was golden.
‘Sure, these radicals don’t even know the celestials’ full plan—just running around stirring shit.’
Celestials torched everyone: rival demons first, then humans, beastkin, dwarves, even their fairy followers last.
Too late when the fairies realized they’d been played.
To shatter everyone’s celestial fantasies, Sion’s top priority was showing when celestials crashed this world—and how ugly their fanboys were.
And this radical fairy? Perfect bait.
“Winnie.
You wouldn’t know, but these fairy bastards actually stormed the capital and went for the palace.”
“Nyaong?
The palace—where the human leader hangs out?
Why the hell would pointy-ears hit that?!”
“Seems they wanted to sow chaos in the kingdom.
Not just the king—every noble. Nearly pulled it off too.”
Winnie let out a shocked nyaang!
Pulling a blade on a ruler’s equivalent to declaring war.
Subraces scorned humans yet feared their nations’ might—and now they’d poked the top.
“...Humans and fairies going to war or what?”
“Doubt it.
Kingdom’s keeping the fairy angle hush for now, given the mess.”
Sion answered while thumping the fairy’s head.
King Edgar IV figured crushing the Kashugar count first—fairy ties secret for the moment.
Once settled, he’d go public and stomp those thorn-in-side fairies flat.
“Anyway, hey?
You seem lucid enough—got anything to say?
What’s a noble fairy doing captured by lowly humans?”
“...”
“Can’t talk? Or won’t?”
“...”
“Celestials worshipped by black-hearted scum like you.
Makes you wonder if they’re just as rotten.”
“Gah!
W-what nonsense is this, you lowly human scum!”
Oh, reaction time.
Thought you’d play dead forever, asshole.
Sion cackled at the fairy glaring like he’d pounce any second.
“Nah, why’s a noble fairy like you faking coma—or death?
Got something to hide?”
“As expected of humans—masters of running their mouths.”
Classic radical fairy.
Anything not celestial or fairy wasn’t even sentient to them.
No wonder other fairies ripped into these extremists for going too far.
“Alright, you’re awake.
Time for the main event?
We saw your kind raiding the palace—now luring monsters into human lands, targeting high knights too. Comments?”
“Never heard of it.”
Whoa, straight-up denial like it’s not an inquisition.
Face swollen like a pufferfish from Kim Yu-hyun’s beating, still posing cool—hilarious.
“Pfft!”
Even Winnie openly laughed at him.
“Why the laugh, alley cat?”
“Oh, your look’s just too dashing, pointy-ears.”
“Hah.
Typical base race—body first, tongue just as foul.”
“Pot calling the kettle, nyaong—”
Winnie shook her tail teasingly, giggling right in his face.
But the chair-bound fairy ignored the taunt coolly, turning to Sion instead.
“I’m just a fairy ranger tracking monsters that suddenly charged human lands—followed them here.
And I shot at the griffin diving for that human woman, not the human.”
“Oh, is that so.
Should I say thanks?”
“I merely spoke the truth, human.”
Sion wondered if ‘truth’ meant something else now.
They called themselves noble, pure, followers of light’s heirs.
How do you lie so smoothly without spitting?
‘This prick’s pissing me off from the jump.’
Time to get serious.
“Winnie, chair.”
“Nyaong?
Oh, yeah!
Here!”
Winnie fetched a chair quick; Sion dragged it over, crossed his legs right in front of the trussed-up fairy.
“Let’s start over from the top?”
“Pointless.”
“I decide if it’s pointless.
You just sit pretty and answer.”
The fairy snorted derisively.
Like he knew the questions, had his answers locked—why bother?
“Name.”
“No name to give human trash.”
Classic gut-punch opener.
Any normal human would rage.
But who was this guy? Sion Clauzen—master of seeing all, plotting how to rile foes daily.
Back home, words decided life or death.
He knew exactly how to prod.
“That your name?
Damn, it’s long.
‘Human trash gets no name.’
So Dad’s ‘Lowly human trash gets no name,’ Mom’s ‘Filthy human trash gets no name’? Fairies are weird.
Or not weird—fucking retarded?”
“...Humans think as basely as they act.”
“Base is your parents.
Naming their precious kid that—must go down easy with food.”
“Shut up.”
Rich or poor.
Ruler or ruled.
Human or not.
Family digs hit hard.
Unless a saint, rage inevitable.
“So, ‘Human trash gets no name,’ son of history’s retard parents?
This lowly, filthy human’s got questions.”
“...Novasi.”
Couldn’t take both parents dissed over his name, huh.
Novasi cracked under Sion’s teasing.
Sion smirked outright, rubbing hands like honored.
“Oh, Lord Novasi.
Such an honor.
Even telling this wretch your name.
Next question?”
“...”
“If you meant to help our knight, why snap your bow and bolt?”
“Pathetic, aiding a human.”
“That why you broke your bow and ran?”
“Ran?
Mind your lies.
I merely...”
Thud.
Novasi’s eyes bulged as Sion’s hand landed on his shoulder, glaring.
Get this filthy hand off.
Sion didn’t care.
“Lord Novasi.
I want an honest chat.
You don’t seem game.
Am I wrong?”
“As I said, I speak only truth.
Unlike you humans, full of lies.”
“Oh, right.”
Sion nodded, spotted Lisi entering, held out a hand.
Uncorked the vial, chugged, then ‘Kya!’ of refreshment.
“Ah, excuse me.
Talking dried me out.
Want some, Lord Novasi?”
“No need.”
“Yeah, figured.”
Sion snapped his fingers.
Lisi nodded, circled behind Novasi, grabbed his face, yanked back hard.
“Guh!”
“Special service—I’ll pour.”
“G-guh!
Resorting to drugs now?
Spare me—we fairies...”
“Big misunderstanding.”
Sion stepped forward, vial in hand.
“I’m not that gentlemanly.
Drug you up nice, then extract info? Cute dream.
Not my style.”
“Gack!”
Lisi wrenched harder.
Novasi clamped shut, defiant—but Sion aimed elsewhere.
“Once more.
Why run? Purpose here?”
“Urgh!
Uuuugh!”
“Yeah, well.
If you were that weak, this wouldn’t happen.”
Sion muttered coldly, then dumped the vial’s contents.
The infamous ‘carbonated nostrils’ torture began.