Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"Rad, where did this come from?"

Luna grabbed the red robe and questioned Rad again.

What she had seen and heard about the exiles during this period of time flooded into Luna's mind. These thugs in red robes shouted clumsy and inflammatory slogans, holding torches and launching suicide attacks on underground markets and organizations everywhere. The tragic scene could even be called a massacre. Not only did they not care about the lives of all those in the target location, they also didn't care about their own lives. They were blindly extreme and reckless.

But beneath the seemingly chaotic and crazy terrorist attacks, there are actually hidden plots by people with ulterior motives.

These days, Luna seemed to be recuperating in Rad's house, but the fear and insecurity brought by "escape" still lingered around her, forcing her to constantly explore the surroundings and look for ways to escape into the dungeon again.

To Luna, Banyan Street was still too shallow, so shallow that it was not enough to give her enough sense of security. It was so shallow that every day when she lay on Rad's small bed, it was like lying on the stake in hell and being roasted. When she closed her eyes, she had the nightmare of being captured by Abraham's elite who fell from the sky and taken back to the base.

In addition, Luna didn't believe that the news of her defection from the Abraham family had not leaked out. Even if only a few people knew the news, it might attract competitors or other organizations to hunt her down for various purposes.

The fate rising into the starry sky, Abraham's pursuit, the potential unknown malice, and now, the crazy exile has spread his tentacles to Luna's eyes. The doubts and fears devour the coward's tense nerves bit by bit, like maggots, like vines, like the smallest flock of birds in the world pecking at her reason.

"Where did this thing come from?!"

Luna yelled to Rad.

"Who gave this to you? Or did you steal it yourself? Tell me, where did you get this horrible thing from?"

Rad was frightened by Luna's loss of composure. He stepped back a few steps with his eyes open, at a loss, until he bumped into the closed door.

"This... this is what my mentor gave me..."

【tutor】.

This word was like a heavy hammer that woke Luna up suddenly, but then even greater fear overwhelmed her like a tide.

"What did you just say? Mentor? What did you just call him?!"

Luna rushed forward, grabbed Rad's shoulders and shook him hard, staring at him with difficulty.

"You joined the Exiles? No, that's not right..."

All the strange things that happened to Rad during this period of time gathered in Luna's mind. Under pressure and fear, her mind worked in overspeed and quickly gave a correct answer.

"No, it was the exiles who took over the factory where you used to work, right?

"Yes, yes! That's it! Everything makes sense now!

“So suddenly you’re not as tired, suddenly the energy bars you take home are more expensive, and suddenly your complexion is different when you get home.

"Did they still let you go to class, to the 'enlightenment classes' they taught you? No wonder you suddenly don't want me to teach you to read, it's because you went to the class of those exiles!

"This e-book is also something they gave you, right?"

A certain fragile mental barrier and sense of security were completely shattered, making Luna even a little hysterical at the moment. Anger and fear blended together into a terrifying poison, making Luna unable to tell which of the two made her so crazy.

Then the painful memories of the past lost their last restraints and once again stirred Luna's brain like a sword. She remembered the night when her father came back from the starry sky, and he grabbed his face and screamed and cried behind the door. She remembered her mother who gently gave her instructions and then disappeared into the starry sky without any signs at a certain moment. She remembered her sister who had become a nun in the Marquis's house and herself who was always running away.

"Do you know what you are doing? Those exiles are terrorists, brainwashed lunatics! Why do you want to get involved?"

Facing Luna's questioning and anger, Rad just lowered his head and endured it silently. Just like what happened countless times in the factory, the factory boss, who was irritated for some reason, raised his short whip in the air, and spitted and fell on Rad with countless accusations and complaints, like an endless goose feather snow, falling in the dull underground city, and then dyed black by the dirty dust in the air. Rad stood numbly in the crowded factory, standing under the dim light, letting the whip and black snow fall on his back.

But this time, he felt a strange taste, like a small flame burning in his throat. Rad's young mind and poor cognition did not know what this feeling was, but he knew that this difficult-to-extinguish flame forced him to raise his head and speak cautiously and uncontrollably.

"The exiles are not bad people."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room suddenly fell silent.

The child's voice was so small, but the flame was so real and burning. It jumped out with these words, growing out of the little boy's body for the first time.

The newborn resistance is so immature, but it wants to set the whole house on fire.

"What did you say?"

This answer was beyond Luna's expectations - or rather, Rad's resistance was beyond Luna's expectations.

During this time, Luna thought she had completely understood this child. He was gentle and simple, full of longing for a better life, but simple-minded, lacking education, short-sighted, and had a shallow and one-sided understanding of the world. The unique characteristics of the poor in the dungeon became his own limitations, trapping him in this shabby room forever.

Rad satisfied all of Luna's fantasies about the lower class people as a company executive and a descendant of an ancient family: numb and ignorant, pitiful, and hopeless.

A poor and ignorant child like him should be obedient to me, because I have walked a road that he will never be able to walk in his lifetime and seen scenes that he will never see in this shabby room.

Luna did not realize, or rather, she was unwilling to admit, that this small but real resistance hurt her some kind of empty pride.

"Do you know what you're saying?"

Luna once again asked loudly and condescendingly, trying to use this serious momentum to make Rad realize the error in his cognition. But the angrier and more aggressive she became, the more the nascent flame burned, and the whole room was filled with a burning heat that made Luna feel uncomfortable.

"I said."

But Rad's eyes became more determined.

"I say, the exiles and mentors are all good people!"