There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Chapter 16. Aren’t You Glad?

"Hmm?" Han Shin tilted his head, ignoring the coughing sound from Sierra. "Ah, she didn't mean how long it's been since you were awakened as a guide, but when you started working," he explained to the guide, since it was a common mistake.

A lot of people awakened their ability from a young age, including all three founders of Trinity guild. And once awakened, they would be sent to schools that specialized in espers, to better nurture their talent and prepare them for the trial. Of course, there was an option of not going, and not all espers wanted to work in the dungeon or security-related matters. But even those that were willing, wouldn't be able to officially work until they were eighteen.

For guides, those that awakened before adulthood would be sent to the Temples, where they would receive further knowledge and guidance from the Saint or the Saintess. But unlike espers, guides weren't allowed to start guiding until they were twenty-one, due to many exploitation incidents that happened in the past, where espers and other organizations manipulated young guides to do unsavory services.

So, Zein's answer only made sense if it referred to the age of his awakening.

Or so they thought.

"Ah, no. I awakened a year before that," was Zein's nonchalant remarks.

"Huh?"

"I awakened eighteen years ago, and started working about a year after that," Zein clarified his answer, which didn't help the shock rippling the dining table. "So, seventeen years."

Seventeen years.

That was more than the two 5-star and Sierra's careers combined. It was longer than even Ron's, who was already nearing forty. All of them, including the driver, stared at Zein without blinking. It was like the time when the guide's face was revealed earlier.

Only, this time, Bassena looked stunned too, just like the rest. It seemed that whatever information he'd been digging up about the guide didn't include this piece of little fact.

If it could be called 'little'.

Not even Ron knew about this. He only knew Zein had been a guide for a long time, but he had thought it meant Zein started to work the moment it was permissible for him to do so. Seven or eight years at most, which was already a long time, too. But if it was seventeen years...

"That's...but aren't you just..." Naomi, who had been mostly quiet this time, looked at the still-casually-eating Zein while blinking repeatedly. She tried to recall the list of the Unit's guides' names and ages. "Aren't you just twenty-eight this year?"

And while stuffing meat inside his mouth, Zein nodded.

"When did you awaken?" Bassena asked suddenly, a slight frown appearing on his face.

Facing the inquisitive gaze with his own unbothered stare, Zein silently chewed on the food and only answered after he swallowed. "I was about ten, I think."

There were rustling sounds at the table, as the occupants shifted about. The scientists whispering among themselves, and Balduz now decided to sit after running around serving people like he was a footman or something.

This feast of unexpected information was making him dizzy.

"Ten...shouldn't awakened children be sent to the temple?" Sierra asked in a slightly trembling voice.

If Zein awakened at ten, then it meant he started to work when he was eleven. It was clearly a violation of law, and a case of child labor. For someone like her, who volunteered to go to a red-zone outbreak, this kind of illegal thing was probably too much. Even though she was involved in the cleaning up of the outbreak, she knew nothing of the red-zone itself, and only knew Zein's code name without knowing who he worked with before.

Zein shrugged. "There's no temple in the red-zone," he answered sarcastically. Of course, if there's something like that in the first place, the place wouldn't be a red-zone.

"Then, your work...?"

"I was sold to a rogue guild," Zein started to feel tired of their question and put his fork down. He leaned back and just closed his eyes, tapping on the armrest with his fingers.

With people from the borderland, there was never a lot of question, since most of them were also the type that didn't like being asked too many questions. The only information they need was his ability. But the conversation thus far had felt like an interview, at times, and started to poke his sore spot.

The more they spoke, the more Zein realized that these people knew nothing of the lawless zone that was a red-zone. It was probably his first time spending time like this—eating and chatting—with people from the high-zone and it was kind of exasperating how little they knew about the world outside their comfortable safe-zone.

And then Zein opened his eyes and looked at Ron. "Ah, should I not have said that?" he asked, which startled the man that had been staring at him. Before Ron could make a reply, he already turned to Naomi. "Will you withdraw the contract?"

Zein didn't really care about people's perception of him being part of a rogue guild, but he knew what those perceptions usually were. And it might change these people's minds about hiring him. After all, those who lived in the cradle of upheld justice usually despised the ones living without.

Under the aloof gaze, Naomi found herself stammering. "T...that..." Zein probably looked at her because she was the one providing the contract, as well as the person who seemed to be against the decision the most—if not only.

"Would that make you unable to guide in the Deathzone?" the one who replied, however, was Bassena, and Zein could feel the ember eyes piercing into him.

Zein faced the stare with his own, but his aloofness was shattered for a second. "...no."

"Good, then we will proceed with the contract," the esper low voice acted as a final hammer.

However...

"But how could this..." despite the decision being made already, Zein could hear Naomi muttering.

Well, Zein had thought not everyone would be content with it anyway.

"It's despicable!" a disgusted voice came from the quiet driver.

As expected, even if it was the decision of the strongest person, people had their own minds.

"How could those people do such a thing? Working a child..."

Zein blinked. His previously expressionless eyes widened slightly. It made his face, the cold beauty that seemed to always be encased in ice, melt into innocent confusion.

"Isn't that child abuse?" the scientist Eugene commented with gritted teeth.

And there was a tremble in Sierra's whisper-like voice. "How can someone even sell another human being..."

Zein blinked again. These reactions were quite different from what he was used to. It wasn't a scorned gaze for how he was part of the illegal guild. Nor was it pity because he was put in a situation against his will.

Rather, it was...anger?

Zein tilted his head. Ah, right, he drummed at the armrest. Of course, it was part of their resentment toward the illegal guild. It was just that the resentment finally wasn't directed at him, so Zein felt quite weird. But at least, it was understandable.

It wasn't as if these people would get angry 'for' him, who was basically a stranger a few hours ago—

Zein lifted his gaze at the piercing eyes that had been observing him. The amber orbs were now blazing with fury, like a raging flame, so much that even the others turned their head to the esper.

"Hmm, yes!" it was Han Shin that shattered the creeping tension from Zein's swaying mood and Bassena's leaking fury. "Now, Eugene will explain what we'll do inside the Deathzone. Ron, do you have a map?"

Whilst the dining table drifted to other topics, the healer tapped on Bassena's thigh, invisible tendrils of mental healing magic seeped into the esper's system. There were too many triggering words that he did not expect tonight; child labor, abuse, and all in between. All of them were dangerous in a way these people wouldn't expect—a Saint-class esper's trauma.

'Can't risk having Bas go berserk here,' he glanced at the esper, and then at the guide. These two people had been staring at each other so much they might as well dine at a separate table all by themselves. But that was the only thing they did—staring, wordlessly. It made Han Shin confused.

And so the dinner turned into a slight briefing session, which basically explained what the expedition would be about. Of course, both Ron and Zein knew that they wouldn't reveal everything, just the essential part. That they would use Mortix's van to traverse the marsh until the forest, so they would decrease the burden on the scientist. That Ron just needed to bring them to specific spots that they had marked, and so on.