Starting With an SSS-Rank Swordsmanship Talent-Chapter 289: An Unusual Friendship

Two days later, in Copperglade.

"Sir, we have already compiled the information we got from those nobles. With this much evidence, it should be enough to make those people pay!" Fredrinn reported as he handed a stack of documents to William.

In the past two days, they had interrogated the nobles and all the other people who were involved with the Crimson Tower.

William took the documents and carefully put everything inside a box. "Good job, Sir Fredrinn. Now that we have sufficient evidence, all that is left is to send these documents to the imperial family."

If he could, he would have taken all those corrupt nobles into prison and sentenced them, but he knew that it was impossible. Even House Silversword didn't have the authority to forcibly imprison those people.

Their only choice was to report everything to the imperial family, but this would also require Alaric or even the baron to make a personal visit to the imperial castle.

"How about the rescued people? Are they interested in coming with us?" The old Transcendent Knight asked, changing the topic.

Fredrinn smiled and nodded his head. "I told them about what we had discussed and they gave us a favorable response. We only need our lord's approval."

William nodded, looking quite pleased. He tapped Fredrinn's shoulder and replied. "Get ready to depart. We are heading back to North Pine Town."

Their task here was done so there was no reason for them to stay.

"Yes, sir! I will inform everyone to prepare for departure!" Fredrinn responded with a salute.

***

Azazel opened his eyes and found himself inside a horse-drawn carriage together with a diverse crowd. There were humans, barbarians, and there was himself a demonkin.

"Where are we being taken to?" He spoke in the common language but with an unusual accent.

Everyone was stunned when they heard him talk. Some shook with fear, while the others looked down, afraid to say anything.

Looking at their reaction, Azazel sighed and shook his head. After inadvertently coming to this place, everyone showed the same reaction so he had already gotten used to it. However, the feeling of being misunderstood still hurt him.

He closed his eyes and leaned to make himself more comfortable. His limbs were tied so he couldn't adjust his posture properly and this made him feel uncomfortable.

"Do you need help, my lord?" A gentle and meek voice drifted into his ears.

Azazel opened his eyes and looked at the person who had spoken, his eyes shaking with surprise. No one had ever taken the initiative to speak with him. Everyone was afraid of him and not one person dared to look at him in the eye.

Well, except for the little girl in front of him.

She was tiny and looked emaciated probably from malnutrition.

A pitiful girl.

"Are you speaking to me?" He asked, looking at her in doubt. He still couldn't believe that she was talking to him so he asked for confirmation.

The young girl nodded, albeit with a nervous expression. "Y-Yes, my lord."

"I see…"

Azazel could barely move so he used his fingers to make hand gestures to the girl. "Can you help me sit properly? I can't move well with all these restraints."

The young girl nodded. She went to his side and helped him adjust to a more comfortable sitting position, but she found herself unable to lift him.

So heavy…

She used all the strength she could muster, but she was unable to help him, making her feel embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, my lord! I can't…"

Azazel stared at the young girl in amusement. She was weak, terribly so, but she still tried to help him.

"Why did you try to help me when you are this weak?"

The young girl was ashamed, but she still responded. "Because my father always told me to help someone in need regardless of their status or race…"

Her voice trembled with sorrow when she mentioned this.

Azazel noticed the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. "Your father was a good man…"

"I know…" The girl smiled faintly as she wiped away her tears using the back of her hand.

At this moment, another person spoke. "Are you really a demonkin?"

Azazel turned his head and looked at the red-haired barbarian with a baffled look. "I am."

The red-haired barbarian rubbed his chin, his eyebrows knitted with confusion.

"I thought demonkins were nasty beings who prey on anything they see, but it seems like that is not true."

He sat next to Azazel as he said those words.

"You are not wrong. Many of my kind are indeed vicious." Azazel shook his head.

The red-haired barbarian grinned and stared at him suspiciously. "Is that so? You don't sound very convincing."

Azazel was amused by the curious barbarian.

"My lord, can you help him first? It wouldn't be good for him to sit like this for long." The young girl suddenly interjected.

The red-haired barbarian stared at the young girl, feeling a bit speechless. "Aren't you afraid of him?" He asked.

"I am, but I don't think he is an evil guy." The young girl replied.

Hearing this, the red-haired barbarian chuckled. "You are one interesting human. What is your name, girl?"

"F-Faye."

"Faye is it? I will remember you." The red-haired barbarian said before he went to help Azazel sit in a more comfortable position.

"Thank you." Azazel glanced at the barbarian with gratitude.

"You can call me Apoy. It means 'fire' in barbarian language. Cool, right?" The red-haired barbarian introduced himself with a broad grin.

"Mn." Azazel didn't understand him so he just nodded his head.

An unusual friendship was made as they headed to North Pine Town.

"Faye, do you know anything about the humans who saved us?" Apoy asked the young girl.

Hearing this, Faye nodded as she replied. "Yes. They mentioned that they are from House Silversword. It is a small barony in the northern region of the empire…"

Although she was an illegitimate child, she was still the daughter of a Viscount so she had some knowledge about the most prominent figures in the North.

She told them everything she knew about House Silversword.