Reader’S Regeneration Life [EN]: Chapter 219

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Do Not Judge

“Who are you?”

“I’ve come to deliver some good news.”

“Ah… are you a member of the Order?

Just a moment…”

As he said that, the door of a rather splendid mansion opened.

“Jackpot.”

Thwack!

Sion planted a kick straight into the middle-aged man’s stomach.

Caught off guard, Pine Dew, known as ‘Ida’ when he worked as a slave trader, could only clutch his stomach and collapse from Sion’s fierce kick.

“Guh! Cough!

Keuh-heuk!”

“Such dramatics.

It hasn’t even started yet, why is he acting like this?”

Sion tapped the face of the man, who was leaking tears, snot, and saliva from every hole, with the tip of his shoe and glanced at Helen, who was standing slightly behind him.

Noticing her frozen expression the moment she saw Pine Dew’s face, he figured this was the right guy and proceeded to stomp on him a few more times.

‘I definitely absorbed some good energy in the North; my body feels like it could fly away.

Is this what they mean by feeling the strength of a tiger surging within you?’

Sion was using that tiger strength to turn a man into a ‘doormat’.

After a while of ‘caressing’ Pine Dew, who was pinned underneath him, Sion picked up Ankilu, a.k.a. ‘Ryu,’ whom he had dealt with earlier, and headed towards the Light Order’s building, where these guys had apparently made a hefty contribution.

The two men, beaten without knowing why, were dragged along by Sion, desperately begging for their lives, unable to even think about resisting.

There were more than a dozen knights standing right next to them, their hands on the hilts of their swords.

“Let’s see if the Light you’ve invested so much in will save you.”

‘If you had truly repented and lived your lives differently, the Celestial beings, the descendants of Light, would come and say, ‘Oh! My faithful servants!’ and stop me,’ Sion muttered to himself.

Of course, that was wishful thinking. Even after quitting the slave trade, these two had tried to flirt with women and were stopped while trying to lay their hands on them, just like they always had.

Knowing this, Sion was simply listing one of the countless reasons why they deserved to die before they actually did, nothing more, nothing less.

Watching Sion’s back as he dragged the two slave traders towards the Order’s building,

Helen’s steps grew slower and slower as she was lost in thought.

‘Scary.’

The first thought that came to her mind when she saw the faces of those slave traders was only that.

Sepher Kaschgar was just a lecher who lusted after her body every day, but the slave traders were far more cruel and violent.

They captured other races in a very rough manner, as if they were catching beasts.

They didn’t discriminate between men, women, or children, and those who resisted were beaten to death, regardless of age or gender.

Among those who became docile as a result, women of other races like her were subjected to unspeakable horrors and ‘worked on’ to suit the preferences of their customers.

Some in one way, others in another, they lost themselves and were branded in body and mind with how to live only as slaves.

‘Bad guys…

Go to hell.

Fall, fall!

No, I’ll make you fall!’

Fear and dread soon turned into anger and hatred, and Helen bit her lip until it bled, clenching her fists as she tried to rush at the slave traders held by Sion.

But, unfortunately, her body remained frozen in place as if it had stiffened.

She was no longer a slave, and they were no longer slave traders.

Helen was the head of the massive Heiness Trading Company, and they were just trash who had fled as if running away from their sins.

‘Ah…’ The past kept grabbing at her ankles.

What if she approached them and was caught again, suffering terrible things!

Let’s run away, run away.

That thing she couldn’t do properly because she was young and weak back then, running away.

Now you are faster, you can go further.

So run away.

Even though the objects of her revenge were right in front of her, Helen couldn’t even say a word to them.

Just as Helen was trembling and about to walk back into that hell herself,

“Helen.”

Someone reached out their hand to her.

‘Don’t fall into that abyss again like a fool; come out quickly.

I’ll push those who pushed you into that hell instead of you, so you just stand by my side and laugh mockingly at those stupid bastards.’

Her ‘business partner,’ who was dragging the slave traders she had hated and feared so much, smiled.

“Young Master Sion…”

“What are you doing?

Come on.”

The punishment wasn’t over yet, no.

The real revenge was just beginning.

Sion was saying that with his expression and gestures.

Helen finally nodded and followed Sion.

And when he threw the two men into the Order’s building like luggage, it was even exhilarating.

It was karma; they deserved it; the person punishing you was her person!

Helen smiled crookedly as she watched the slave traders trembling like dogs beaten with a stick.

Yes, you have to suffer like that!

As much as the tears I shed, as much as the blood I shed, as much as the cries I uttered!

You suffer the same, beg for forgiveness like dogs, and then get dragged away like dogs!

‘Bad guys, sons of bitches!’

Helen felt a tingling sensation all over her body as she watched the two slave traders trembling in front of Sion.

Ah, yes.

That’s exactly what I wanted.

That sight of someone else, someone else being angry for me.

That sight of someone stepping on and killing my enemies for me!

Just as a smile was spreading across Helen’s face,

Suddenly, one of the slave traders opened his mouth urgently.

“We, we have been forgiven!

We have been forgiven!

The Light, the Light has forgiven us!”

Forgiven?

What forgiveness?

Helen was dumbfounded and appalled the moment she heard those words.

Who dared to forgive them in her place?

Even if all the other women forgave those men, she could never forgive them.

What right did the Light, the Celestial beings, or whatever, have to forgive them on her behalf?

Helen, who had been watching the whole situation from beyond the door, felt an urge to jump inside and grab them by the collar.

Her entire life had been a continuous hell, but you’re saying that just because you donated some money, believed in that great Light’s teachings, made the sign of the cross, and recited some prayers, all your evil deeds disappear?

For the first time, anger surpassed fear.

Helen bit her lip again until it bled, glaring at them.

They should be acknowledging everything, bowing their heads, and begging her for forgiveness, but what right did the Light have to say they had apologized, to babble that they had been forgiven!

“Puh-ha.”

At that moment, a man’s sneer filled the Order’s building.

A young nobleman with a radiant appearance that would make anyone believe he was a Celestial being if he had wings.

Sion Klausen laughed for a while before slowly opening his mouth.

“What is the Light?”

“What right does the Light have to forgive you?

What is the Light that you beg forgiveness from it?”

The moment she heard those words, Helen felt something she had been holding back leave her chest and slowly disappear into the outside world with a long sigh.

“Those who suffered because of you are still in hell.

They can’t forgive you even in death.

With what arrogance and confidence do you babble about being forgiven?

What is the Light that it can forgive you as it pleases?

So many who shed tears and blood can’t forgive you.

What in the world has the right to say such bullshit about forgiving you?”

Ah, ah, ah!

Ah, ah, ah!

Helen collapsed on the spot, trembling, and finally burst into tears.

Yes, she had been waiting for those words so much.

Those words that would take her out of this hell.

Those words that it wasn’t her fault, that it was all those demons’ fault.

Those words that they were the criminals and would be punished accordingly.

“Don’t go around saying you’ve been forgiven.

It’s not something you can easily receive just by giving some money or repenting a little.”

And, those words that comforted her, who was wounded, bleeding, and collapsed.

“Hic, keuh-heuk… hic!

Heuk!”

The Elven woman couldn’t even make a proper sound, covering her mouth and barely letting out sobs.

Then, she felt something soft land on her shoulder and carefully lifted her tear-stained face to look up.

“Don’t cry.

It’s unfair, isn’t it?

That you have to shed tears until the end because of such trash.”

“Heuk… keuh-heuk…”

“Smile.

Smile very confidently.

Laugh, laugh, and laugh again as you watch those demonic bastards get thrown into hell.

Without a shred of sympathy, with a curse that they suffer even in hell.”

“Young Master, Young Master Sion…”

“Forgiveness is not their right, but your choice.

You just have to answer yes or no there.

It doesn’t matter how long or in what way they repented for their sins.

If you say no, then it’s no.

If you can’t forgive them, then they are still sinners.”

Sion comforted Helen like that and wiped away her tears.

Then, after waiting for the woman to calm down for a moment, Sion continued.

“So, what’s your answer?

Helen Heiness?”

“…”

“Will you forgive them?”

At that question, the woman slowly turned her head to look at the two men being dragged away by the knights, squealing like pigs being dragged to a slaughterhouse.

“I, I think I was possessed back then!

I wasn’t in my right mind!

The demons!

The demons must have told me to do such devilish things!”

“Please, spare me!

I’m repenting, I’m apologizing!

I, I have a family!

Please, for the sake of my family…”

“…”

Was that really the appearance of someone repenting?

Were those self-proclaimed ‘atoners’ really reflecting on their sins and deeply aware of them?

‘…Thank goodness.’

Yes, it was a relief.

That they were still trash, irredeemable filth.

She was a little afraid of whether she could fully hate, despise, and curse those men if, just maybe, they were truly atoning and apologizing to the victims and living the rest of their lives in repentance.

“It’s a relief.”

That those demons were still demons.

That those trash were still irredeemable filth.

“Young Master Sion.

You said this was a gift for me, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Then, can I be a little unreasonable, can I throw a tantrum?”

At Helen’s question, Sion tilted his head slightly as if to tell her to speak.

With a gesture that he would grant whatever it was, the Elven woman gave a very bright smile.

Finally free from hell, holding the hand of someone who had finally reached out to her, she shed the last of the tears that had welled up in her eyes and slowly continued.

“Please kill them all.

Not only those demons, but also all the offspring of those demons.

Erase all traces of those trash that I find disgusting to even breathe the same air as in this world.”

A very eerie request to eliminate not only those involved but also their families from the world.

Perhaps it was a really simple request.

Knowing that there was a good chance that it couldn’t be granted, she was making such a heavy request.

“Okay.”

“…Yes?”

Sion nodded his head without a second of hesitation.

Thanks to that, Helen was rather taken aback.

“If that’s your request, I’ll grant it.

If that’s what you want, I’ll make it happen.

I value those who are ‘on my side’ more than anything else in the world, and I don’t see anything else as valuable other than that.”

Having answered that, Sion called one of the knights.

“Yes, Young Master.”

“Bring all the families of those two men.

Regardless of gender or age, if there are any who resist, mobilize the city’s soldiers to beat them to death or trample them to death.”

“Understood!”

A frosty command, and an unwavering answer.

Helen’s reaction was that she really didn’t expect this, but in fact, this was only natural.

‘What is the most severely punished crime in this world?

When you think about it that way, it’s only natural.’

Forbidding slavery was an order directly issued by the ‘Royal Family’.

If you violate that, even a great noble family cannot avoid being torn to pieces.

The Kaschgar family, who once made a name for themselves as great nobles of Hispania, disappeared like that.

And now, two loaches who were only trying to rely on the Light Order dared to violate that law, and into Sion’s hands.

And into the hands of the Royal Family.

‘Are they crazy to let this go?’

It’s an opportunity to give a warning.

To those who recklessly try to defy the Royal Family’s orders, to those who believe that the Light Order is great.

To inform them clearly, with blood, that this is Hispania, and what the end of those who disobey the Royal Family’s orders is like.

To tell them that not only the person involved but also their families will face a terrible end.

“Helen.”

At the voice calling her, Helen turned her head slightly.

Sion looked at the Elven woman and reached out his hand again.

Saying that she should no longer be alone in that hell, that she had someone on her side, so she could come and ask for help anytime if she had a hard and painful time.

“Let’s go.”

Let’s get out of that hell, that miserable past, now.

Helen looked at the true light of salvation that had landed in front of her for a moment before slowly reaching out her hand.

Sion smiled at the Elven woman’s reaction and said.

“Thank you for everything so far, and I look forward to working with you in the future.

Helen Heiness.”

“…Yes, Young Master Sion Klausen.

I… I also look forward to working with you in the future.”

―――――――Author’s Note―――――――

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