(Year 765, Lunaris Calendar)
Here, on the outskirts of Trigolika city, lay dozens of corpses on both sides. Not far from the pile of corpses, there was a black-haired young man who was trying to lift the rubble of a building. He seemed to be unable to lift it.
"Professor! There's... One... here!"
He shouted, trying to beg for help from a frail-looking old man ten meters away. The old man immediately rushed over to him.
"Lift it harder! Kid! One of his legs is crushed, I can't pull it up."
"It's hard, old man! How about we switch places!" The young man replied.
Although he wasn't that thin, the rubble made his hands hurt even to lift it for ten seconds.
"Alright, stop complaining! Lift it harder... one... two... three, now!"
The young man used all his strength, and finally a human corpse was successfully pulled up by the old man.
"Finally... this is the last corpse, right?"
"Yes, maybe...it's almost evening, Sirius. We should go, time to take them."
The young man named Sirius just nodded at his professor's orders.
"Yes, I'll stack them later...haaa...haa... I want to rest...ten minutes."
"What? Come on kid... we have to take them now before they come again."
Sirius could only sigh, because he had no other choice now. The ones his professor was referring to were imperial soldiers. If they were there too long then they would be captured or worse, they will be killed by the empire because they would be mistaken for Trigolika soldiers.
Sirius used his shoulders to carry the existing corpses and immediately arranged the corpses in a truck. He needed more determination and strength to lift the remaining corpses. Not only were the corpses quite heavy for him, some of the corpses had quite terrible wounds. Some of them had many bullet holes, some of them lost most of their limbs, some of them had limbs crushed by falling debris, and some of them died of starvation. Most of them were not even forty years old and there were children, even babies as victims.
Sirius always tried to hold back the smell of the corpses he carried. He knew that even though his professor always seemed accustomed to hiding it, his professor always kept some thoughts in his heart. Deep inside, maybe he always felt regret and always felt sad. So Sirius would always hold back the annoyance and complaints that were in his heart right now.
For more than thirty minutes passed, the corpses had been arranged in a truck.
"Done, professor..." Sirius said while panting.
"Yes, let's go home." His professor said tiredly.
It was a little hard to believe that his professor, Professor Rigel who was almost 60 years old had lifted dozens of corpses. Even though he looked weak, he was still able to lift more than him.
"Hey, kid."
Professor Rigel held Sirius' shoulder as he walked towards the passenger seat in the truck.
"Huh? W-what?" Sirius asked.
"This time it's your turn to drive." His professor said.
"B-but my hands want to rest, professor..."
The hands he used to lift dozens of corpses were already numb. It was only natural that he protested Professor Rigel's order.
"We agreed yesterday, brat. I've carried more than you today, it's the rule that you should drive." Professor Rigel said.
"Tsk-, you... Damn it!"
"You think I carried those many corpses to make things easier for you? You're dreaming, brat. Hahaha! Finally I'm sleeping. Take your time driving the truck, brat. Hahaha!"
Professor Rigel's laughter really irritated me.
'Humans are selfish, damn it! you f-'
"Oy, drive quickly."