Volume 2, Legend of a Hero 10: Flowers of Blood Bloom, the Unheroic Hero Grim Reaper (2/2)
The present scene was as silent as the man who had fallen down. Even the media, who were initially eager to try opening their mouths to bombard Dark Sun with questions, were all as quiet and well-behaved as white rabbits.
Dark Sun resumed his calm and upright position. He tilted his head toward Melody and said, “You may leave now.”
Only at this moment did Melody return to her senses. Nodding, she said, “Yes!” Then, she went ahead and left.
Dark Sun surveyed the media at the scene in a circle from left to right, and then he opened his mouth to explain, “That man was one of the snipers who had fired just now. He was also the scoundrel who pressed the detonator in the past murder case of the mother-daughter pair.”
Oh I see. At that moment, I suddenly understood.
“You shouldn’t have done that!”
I jumped, and then turned my head to look. Only then did I notice that First Wind had already regained consciousness. He roared in disbelief, “Even if he is a criminal, you still can’t kill him! By doing this, you will allow other heroes to follow your example and all of them will also personally execute criminals! Heroes must never kill people! Y-Your current actions are absolutely not what a hero should do!”
Dark Sun turned around, and then said coldly and ruthlessly, “Then don’t call me a hero. I have never said that I am a hero. Call me whatever makes you happy. Even if you call me a demon, it doesn’t matter!”
… To others, I would just be a demon. A demon that could go on a rampage at any time… But if I use this strength to help others, then I would be a hero!
Does it truly not matter? Young Master, but you previously said that you… do not truly not care.
First Wind stared at him, dumbstruck. Apparently, he was somewhat unable to react. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. I could see what he wanted to say, his lips were asking, “Ah Ye?”
People who have only met the “young master” probably will not believe that the innocent and guiltless Young Master An Xiang Ye could have such a cold-blooded side, right?
Dark Sun did not pay First Wind any more attention. He turned back to face the large crowd of media, and said, with every word resounding, “I am Dark Sun. I am not a hero, only a demon! I hereby swear, as long as anyone dares to use innocent lives to threaten the heroes and me, I will utterly disregard the hostages’ lives. However, I will avenge them. I will personally send the criminals to hell to accompany them, and my methods will not be merciful!”
After he completed his vow to the media, Dark Sun roared in a low voice, “Go!”
At that moment, DSII rushed to my side. I immediately understood and carried First Wind as I sat astride the motorbike, and then we turned and left abruptly.
When I turned my head back to look around, I saw Dark Sun soaring up into the sky, flying behind us.
It was time to go home.
When we returned home, the young master immediately took off his visor, totally ignoring that First Wind was still there.
He instructed me in an indifferent tone, “Charles, call An Te Qi-bàba and let him come and help treat First Wind. I’m going to take a shower and then sleep. Don’t disturb me before I wake.”
“As you wish.”
After the young master walked off to his bedroom, I made the phone call. Subsequently, Mr. An Te Qi instructed me to help clean First Wind’s wounds up a little beforehand.
I fetched scissors and clean water, but when I wanted to cut apart the filthy clothes on First Wind’s body, First Wind unhappily brushed my hand aside. However, when I continued to insist on helping him treat his wounds, he did not continue refusing. He simply turned his head away, his expression extremely stiff.
As I cut, I said, “It is indeed not a good thing to sentence criminals in private. However, if Dark Sun had not done so, other felons would probably have followed suit and seized innocent citizens to threaten the heroes. To allow those innocent people to lose their lives would be even worse!”
First Wind’s stiff expression softened. He appeared to be somewhat hesitant.
After cutting up his clothes, I picked up a clean cotton cloth and started to wipe the bloodstains around his wounds. I gently said, “If one cannot think of a better plan, but criticizes the person who strove to come up with a way to reduce casualties to a minimum, this also does not seem to be good behavior.”
First Wind turned his head to look at me. He looked as if he wanted to explain, yet did not know what he should say.
“The young master, he… only made the choice that you were all unwilling to make, that is all.”
I carried the basin that had already turned into a basin of watery blood, and left the living room.
At long last, the incident came to a close.
After First Wind’s injuries were treated, he was no longer in danger and even departed on foot. Before he left, he even left a note for the young master. There were only a few words written on the paper: “Sorry” and “From First Wind.”
The young master slept for another three full days, just like before, when after being blasted by six missiles, he had also entered an identical deep sleep. It appeared that sleeping was one of the ways for the young master to regain his strength.
On the fourth morning, just as he normally did, he went out at five o’clock to run, only instructing me to cook “lots and lots” for breakfast. Then, he returned punctually at seven o’clock to take a bath. It seemed that eating was also a way for the young master to replenish his strength.
As usual, Mr. Bramble and the others were in the living room at six-fifty, waiting for the meal to be served.
At seven-twenty, everyone promptly sat at the dining table, and the meal was served.
I waited upon the young master as he ate, and watched him polish off twelve people’s share of breakfast. Then, I could not help but open my mouth to ask a question that had been buried for three days.
“Young Master, may I ask you a question?”
As the young master drank his milk, he nodded his head.
“Young Master, you seem to abide by your promises. No matter what the promise is, will you abide by them all?”
The young master said as though it was a matter of fact, “Of course, promises are to be kept!”
I fell silent for a while. “Young Master, then may I ask you another question?”
The young master set down the empty glass of milk, and turned his head to look at me, saying, “Of course! You can ask as many questions as you want.”
I glanced hesitantly at Mr. Bramble, but still could not help but open my mouth to ask, “You previously promised Briar to marry her after she grew up. Were you serious about it?”
Everyone suddenly stopped all motions of eating breakfast and turned to look at the young master and me. In particular, Mr. Bramble was staring so much his eyeballs were about to drop out.
The young master looked at me and answered seriously, “Of course I’m serious. When Briar grows up, I will take her as my wife. We’ve already agreed.”
Silence filled the room…
Mr. Bramble was the first to break the silence. He jumped up and roared, “I won’t allow it! I won’t allow it! Briar is only twelve years old right now! Marry who! My Briaaaaar!”
I hurriedly consoled him, “Mr. Bramble, there is no need to be agitated. The young master also does not intend to marry Briar immediately. You are correct, Briar is only twelve years old, there is still at least another ten years before marriage. Would you not say so? Young Master?”
The young master blinked, and then feeling puzzled, asked, “Still another ten years? I thought sixteen years old was old enough get married.”
“…” I was speechless. Even though sixteen years of age is the legal age for marriage, but Young Master, are you truly intending to wed a sixteen year old girl?
“Sixteen years old, only four years later… I won’t allow it!” Mr. Bramble burst out, with “won’t allow it” in an even louder voice.
“The Hikaru Genji Plan!” Dell showed an envious expression as he said, “Oh~~ I also want a bride who is ten years younger than I am!”
“With your appearance?” May said coldly, “It would already be pretty good not to get treated as a ‘weird uncle.'”
“Maiden, you’re already so old. When are you intending to get married?”
“After I kill you!”
In the midst of the clamor, the sound of a news announcement came from the television.
No matter what happens, the curtain will eventually drop on the commotion. The four heroes have also returned, and will continue to tirelessly strive to protect the city and its citizens. They are the Noblewoman, Solitary Butterfly, the Aristocrat, First Wind, the Beast, Dragon Peace, and the Steel… Pardon me, please wait a moment!
It seems that the title of our Dark Sun has apparently changed. Everyone generally seems to feel that a different title is more suitable for him. That would be, the one bringing death to criminals…
The Grim Reaper, Dark Sun.