A man who wore a dark blue buttoned shirt with a buff build with a design that doesn't seem native to this nation. His dark brown trousers wth his thighs that were outlined also seem to not be from here with his pinkish hair.
"Those mines aren't going to work themselves now, aren't they?"
He cracked his whip in the air.
SNAP–SMACK!
"Ahh!"
The whip seared at a boy, who fell face down to the mud, his face mumpy and covered in black char that was now mixed with mud.
The boy on the horse looked at all this with a judgemental expression.
Serves him right actually…
Probably didn't obey orders given by his superior…
Especially in his condition…
The horse dredged by, it's tail, flickered n the air as the man's gaze left the people and turned towards the boy.
His eyes, slightly squinted, his mustache, hairy but skim. The edges around his mouth wrinkled as the tip of his brows faced downwards. The man then spits in the mud on the path that the boys horse rode on.
What the?
How dare he?
That damn bastard!
The veins on the boy's hand became more visible as his mouth twitched but he quickly dismissed it and looked away as he rode by.
I even can't demote myself to his level.
I just want to do what father sent me to do and go back to the estate…
*Sniff* *Sniff*
The boy trudged along the mud as his ears picked up on tears—and the sniveling of a nose. He turned his head slightly back.
Could it be that boy?
Even if it is…
What concerns me?
He gripped the reins more tightly as he pushed forward.
"Now…Where's the Kumigara?" The boy's eyes scanned across the town looking for at least just an indication of him.
But it was greeted by the shit covered mud roads, the almost run down buildings, and a group of people all wearing white clothes packed together like the symbol of the three dots on their cloth.
Those three dots though…
They look familiar
Oh wait…
Followers of charitas perhaps?
The boy having passed some on his way to Slov.
Hmm…
Ughn…
Where could he possibly be?!
The boy breathey out loudly as his left eyebrow twitched.
I don't have time for this!
Being on the road for a while now, he glared his teeth and a lone vein exposed itself on his temple.
And he expects me to just find him?
…Next time I'm telling father to just send a messenger…
"Now back to the mines! All of you!" The man with a whip shouted as loud the whip's crack in the air.
SHAWCK!
The man whipped his whip again in the air with so much energy that the air itself seemed to somehow pop at its tip. The people the whip was targeted at—They cried and held their soot covered selves.
The boy that he whipped, the back of his dirt covered black cloth torn, revealed a red mark with his dirt covered skin underneath as the boy sobs as he was being supported under the arms by the people around him.
Well such happens when the order is broken—That's just the rules of the world.
Could've been prevented if they just didn't defy him.
"Now quickly, get along now." The man chuckled as his throat hicked.
The way he has order over those people…
Could he be a retainer of someone?
Probably the Kumigara?
Tch!
And I wanted to avoid him though...
Can't believe I'm doing this.
As the boy let out a sigh of frustration.
He removed the cloth that he had held over his nose and put it back into his satchel, he then held the reins in the opposite direction as he tried to get back to the man with the whip.
*Nnyeeihhh!*
This damn disobedient horse!
It nodded it's head brashly as it's mane reacted violently in the air.
---The end of chapter 8---