Chapter 003 | Guardian of the house

It has already been 3 days since I decided to kill the landlord. If people like him continue to live in this world, there will always be injustices. Neschar abandoned our clan. Without ristics we are considered the lowest scum on earth...

My plan is to kill him tonight. I took one of the knives from our little bamboo plantation. I know that he lives all alone in a relatively large house 100m from our village. There is a street leading there. But I will only go next to the street because I don't want to be discovered. When I was halfway to the landlords house, I startled. There was a light in the street, the light came from a flame. I hid in a bush to better see the flame. What?! It was a floating flame. It danced up and down the path, it seemed like it was doing a patrol. Now I remember! My mother used to tell me that I wasn't allowed to wander around at night, as the dancing shadows or the will-o'-the-wisps would punish me. As a kid I thought it was just a scary story to keep kids from making nonsense at night. Now that I think twice about it, the will-o'-the-wisps are certainly there to oversee Rule 3 of the Supreme Court.

- Sleeping / Housing on the grounds of other clans has to be punished individually. Death or Slavery is recommended.

That is why the landlord has no guards in his house!- the will-o'-the-wisp is his guard!

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I was torn from my thoughts. A cat appeared on the other side of the street. The cat had a red bandana around its neck. It was Emma and old Churchill's cat. Emma should be around 8 now, her parents died last month from the cold temperatures and hard work. The cat was the last thing left from her parents. She now lives with her grandfather: we all call him old Churchill. Churchill was our former leader because he was a very good planner but mostly because he was too old to work in on the fields. I heard from a couple conversations of parents that Churchill was suffering from severe depression as a result of his demotion from clan leader to useless old man. While this has not been said, I am sure he takes his frustration out on Emma. When I saw her in the field for the past few days, she had a strange number of bruises on her body and her general appearance was much colder than usual. Stop! I have to stop daydreaming! I concentrated on the cat. She looked as if she was chasing something when suddenly, the cat jumped forward, grabbed a mouse in the middle of the street and killed it. I was shocked for a moment. The cat, playing with its half-dead prey, is now about 2 arm lengths in front of the will-o'-the-wisp. The will-o'-the-wisps stopped dancing in the air. The flame got redder and redder. It wasn't as beautiful as it was before. It was now more threatening and terrifying. The blood-red flame approached the cat. The will-o'-the-wisp uttered words! It was hard to understand, the only thing I understood were the words: "Supreme Council Rule 3. || live on someone else's property || allowed to kill.

When the will-o'-the-wisp stopped mumbling, it flared up. It appeared like an explosion of fire and flames. I was only 3 meters away from the flame. It felt like every single pore on my face had dried up. I was much more worried about the cat, it was almost the last thing that kept Emma alive ...

A cloud of ash can now be seen where the cat crouched before. That bastard! I was maddened. A clan leader would never do that!

my decision is now even more solid than before. This man must atone for his sins!