Suddenly, Ellyad showed a look of panic. He hastily pulled down the edge of his hood, concealing his face, and turned back to Thrett, saying,
“I’m sorry, I’m going to trouble you again, but I hope you can… not despise me.” After speaking, Ellyad rushed towards the stairs leading to the bridge. In no time, Ellyad’s figure appeared on the bridge he had been watching.
“Why bring this up all of a sudden?” Thrett wondered, moving towards the bridge to get a clearer view from above.
When Ellyad mentioned the Nameless, a relevant piece of information flashed in Thrett’s mind.
The Demon Lord could see through the essence of all magic. When Thrett first learned about the existence of the Nameless, he inadvertently discovered that the term ‘Nameless’ itself was, in fact, a very ancient curse magic.
Unfortunately, Thrett, although aware of the type of magic it was, could neither decipher nor intervene. The seemingly fragile threads of the curse had roots that far surpassed the scope the Demon Lord could reach. The intensity of the curse had become a theorem of the world, causing orphans on the Sipistole Continent to be forever bound by the stigma of the Nameless once it was imposed.
Thrett had once speculated that if there was anyone in this world capable of casting such a unique magic, one that even the Demon Lord couldn’t intervene in, the only entity that came to his mind was the ‘Dark God of the Night.’ This was a deity entirely absent from any historical records, elf manuscripts, and was mostly considered a fictitious creation by people. Unlike the detailed accounts of the goddess Elena, the records about this god were mostly fabricated, turning the Dark God of the Night into an enigmatic and fantastical character.
Thrett couldn’t confirm the authenticity of the curse of the Nameless or the existence of the Dark God of the Night. However, since there wasn’t anyone else who could provide a more detailed explanation than the Demon Lord, Thrett simply treated what he knew as a plausible explanation. He didn’t spend much time contemplating it, and if Ellyad hadn’t suddenly brought up the Nameless, Thrett probably wouldn’t have remembered thinking about it at all.
Due to the large crowd on the bridge, Thrett had to reluctantly retreat to a corner of the spectator bridge, observing the situation below through the gaps in the crowd.
Ellyad wielded a rusty and worn sword, engaged in combat with a Nameless. Unlike the comical performance Thrett witnessed earlier under the bridge, this opponent had decent martial skills. Unfortunately, the opponent relied almost entirely on brute force, continuously launching fierce attacks at Ellyad.
Blades clashed, parries were made, and Ellyad’s movements were swift and fluid. There was even a graceful beauty to his actions, resembling a dance. Ellyad effortlessly knocked the opponent’s sword out of their hand and quickly subdued them by striking with the hilt. The surrounding area erupted into thunderous cheers, but Ellyad’s expression under the cloak was filled with sadness.
Thrett overheard from nearby people that this was a performance specifically designed for Nameless individuals to engage in deadly combat with each other. The cloaked man currently on the bridge, who displayed exceptional skills, was a Nameless who had suddenly appeared this morning. He boasted that he would consecutively claim victory thirty times for another Nameless, allowing them to receive the family name of the host and a substantial prize.
“Turns out it’s just this kind of thing.” Thrett immediately understood why Ellyad had asked him that question and the reason for his absent-mindedness. It seemed that Ellyad was concerned about the exposure of his Nameless identity and had doubts about whether Thrett would stay or leave. The ‘trouble’ Ellyad mentioned probably referred to Thrett’s involvement in helping the Nameless.
“Ugh, Ellyad, how can I get you to believe in me?” Thrett muttered under his breath. Even if he knew Ellyad was a Nameless, it wouldn’t lead to any negative judgment. Such trivial matters were far from enough to shake Thrett’s interest in Ellyad.
Having just defeated one opponent, Ellyad faced the next challenger without any opportunity to rest. He stabilized his posture and charged towards the opponent. If the Nameless was in poor physical condition, Ellyad could knock them out with a single blow before removing them from the bridge. When facing more formidable opponents, Ellyad would take a bit more time to engage in close combat, ensuring that no one, including Ellyad himself, got injured in each match.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
“Hey, hey, this is not exciting at all!”
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Ellyad quickly stepped back, causing the little girl to miss her target and fall to the ground, triggering laughter from the spectators above. Initially, Ellyad had considered approaching and knocking her unconscious, following his previous actions. However, the girl appeared too frail and delicate, making him uncertain about controlling the force properly. He had no choice but to temporarily abandon that approach.
“How lucky is he if he can’t make a move against such a weak opponent?”
“Is he planning to play with that girl until she dies?”
“Yeah, those silent experts are usually the most twisted in private.”
“Looks like it’s getting interesting!”
“I never thought he’d be so despicable. This Nameless thing is really disgusting.”
Several people crowded infront of Thrett, continuously ridiculing and insulting, but midway through, they suddenly emitted a series of screams. Unfortunately, the cries were soon drowned in the noisy atmosphere of the bridge, and no one noticed that they had been thrown off.
After clearing away the obstacles that blocked Thrett’s view and liked to talk nonsense, he could finally see the situation below clearly.
Ellyad was helpless against the little girl, but constant evasion would only deplete her stamina even more. Judging from the girl’s pale face and profuse sweating, she was likely either sick or pushed onto the bridge while enduring hunger.
Nameless individuals could sacrifice their lives for a piece of moldy bread. From the girl’s lost and despondent expression, Ellyad saw this kind of sorrow.
The girl rushed at him again, but with a staggered and disoriented gait, she couldn’t even determine Ellyad’s position. She crashed into the wall, producing a cracking sound as she hit, blood filling her mouth. In pain, she sat on the ground, sobbing.
Ellyad, with a pained expression, furrowed his brows. He tossed away his sword and approached the girl. He squatted down and gently embraced her, whispering, “Be a good girl, don’t move recklessly. Pretend to faint, okay?” Ellyad intended for her to feign unconsciousness and put an end to this absurd spectacle.
Thinking the girl would cooperate, he was surprised to find that she seemed unable to understand his words. Holding the dagger in her hand, she ruthlessly stabbed it into Ellyad’s back. Ellyad couldn’t react in time, resigned to endure the stab.
“This won’t do.”
The dagger suddenly fell to the floor, and the girl’s body instantly went limp, sinking softly into Ellyad’s embrace, motionless. Ellyad immediately checked the girl’s breathing, fortunately still faintly rising and falling.
He looked up and saw Thrett smiling at him. Then, the sound of the bell signaling the end of “mealtime” echoed throughout the country, as if playing a dirge for the nameless ones who died on the bridge.
The crowd gradually dispersed, most of them complaining about the lack of excitement in the matches. However, there were quite a few who had bet on Ellyad’s victory, and those who won their bets didn’t dare to boast loudly.
The girl was carefully carried back by another nameless one from her master’s group. When a few older children passed by Ellyad, they whispered words of thanks and quickly ran away. Watching their departing figures, Ellyad was left with bitterness and sorrow.
At this moment, the owner of the nameless one whom Ellyad had helped approached, grabbing Ellyad’s shoulder excitedly, “Which family of nameless ones do you belong to? Quickly tell me the surname of your master! I’m willing to pay any price to buy you!”
With Ellyad’s exceptional skills, as long as the price wasn’t too outrageous, the owner could profit from Ellyad. Therefore, the owner strongly desired to snatch Ellyad and turn him into a source of income. The other nameless ones swarmed in, surrounding Ellyad as if a savior had descended, hoping that with this ace in their hands, they might be able to turn their fortunes around tomorrow. A large group of people tugged at Ellyad, pleading, tempting, threatening, using all kinds of words to try to get Ellyad to nod in agreement.
Nameless ones usually lack knowledge, so they seldom have their own thoughts. With a little incentive or coercion, they obediently submit. Therefore, the owners of nameless ones also assumed that Ellyad was one of those nameless ones, with little difference from the rest.
“Old man, release your filthy hands off him right now.” A deep voice burst out from behind the crowd. The nameless ones were frightened by an inexplicable chilling sensation and instinctively withdrew their hands, especially the owner of the nameless one who pulled back his hand.
Thrett pulled Ellyad, who was draped in a black cloak, to his side and said, “He’s mine. If you dare try to touch him again, I’ll slice off your head.”
Upon hearing this threat, those people immediately retreated. Only after they were at a safe distance did they start cursing with a series of offensive words, venting their frustration.
“Was it you who made that girl faint just now, Thrett?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry, I guess I’ve caused you trouble again.”
“Tsk, I must say.” Thrett suddenly pinched Ellyad’s cheek, speaking in a tone with a hint of punishment. “If it’s you, causing me any amount of trouble doesn’t matter. Besides, when did I ever say that I find it troublesome?”
Ellyad couldn’t help but ponder for a moment. Indeed, Thrett had never complained to Ellyad from start to finish. Instead, it was people other than Thrett who cautioned Ellyad. Despite caring most about Thrett’s feelings, Ellyad ended up listening to what others said.
Seeing that Ellyad seemed to have grasped something, Thrett released his cheek and rubbed it before asking, “I heard you plan to help other nameless ones by completing thirty matches.”
“Uh, yeah.” Ellyad nodded slightly, cautiously observing Thrett’s reaction, wanting to know what he thought about Ellyad’s identity and diving into trouble without consulting him.
While the usual Ellyad maintained an expressionless demeanor, his clear gaze always stared directly at Thrett with a vibrant brilliance. Thrett liked the restrained determination in that kind of sharp expression. Therefore, when he saw Ellyad displaying a disappointed look, he couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy.
“Then go and do what you want to do. That disheartened expression of yours truly makes me worried.”
‘Because, like you, I hope that no matter what happens, Thrett, you can always stay by my side. That’s why I’m even more afraid of being disliked by you.’ Although Ellyad wasn’t regretting his fate as a nameless one for the first time, this time, he genuinely wished he were just an ordinary person. That way, he could have the courage to fall in love with someone.
Thinking about it with a heavy heart, he nodded slightly to Thrett.
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The two of them wandered around the upper-level bridge nearby for quite a while, intending to pass the time until the evening’s “post-meal time.” According to Ellyad’s rough estimate, he might be able to achieve his initial goal of securing the thirtieth consecutive victory tonight or tomorrow morning. He understood well that he had no more capacity to help other nameless ones. Besides, he had unilaterally promised Snowlight that, after rescuing the nameless one, he would no longer take any initiatives.
Ellyad pulled the brim of his hat extremely low, but it couldn’t conceal the disappointment in his heart. The topic he brought up with Thrett just now, Ellyad unilaterally stopped it and didn’t want to discuss it further. No matter how much he begged, he couldn’t escape the fate of being a nameless one. So, there was no need to dwell on falling for Thrett. For Ellyad, as long as he could maintain the current situation, it was already a considerable blessing.
“Ah, Thrett, are you on your way to find me?”
The suddenly high-pitched female voice interrupted Ellyad’s thoughts. Lofisso, from not far away on the bridge, shouted towards the location of Thrett and Ellyad. Then, she expertly navigated through the complex bridge pathways and appeared in front of the two.
When Lofisso saw Ellyad, her expression instantly fell. However, she still boldly raised her head to invite Thrett: “We’re very close to the Gururu Mansion here. Although the route is a bit complex, I can guide you now. It’s almost dinner time, so come to my house for a meal.” After saying that, she linked arms with Thrett and forcefully pulled him in another direction.
God I hate Loffiso Jesus Christ 😭 Thrett, can you PLEASE be assertive and just push her away?