There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333: Chapter 325. The Price for Loyalty

To be exact, it wasn’t about the shadow guard, but something similar. Zein told the summoner about what Senan asked of him last night; something that he kept thinking about the whole day.

"The Iron Shield, huh..." Radia rubbed his lips. "They asked to be your brigade?"

"I don’t even know what a brigade means, what they are for," Zein shook his head. But he remembered the envious gaze Senan had at his bodyguard, as well as their pledge to follow and protect him. "When the old man told me about it, all I could think about was the shadow guards you put on me."

Zein paused for a bit. All this time, he had always called them shadow guards, because that was what they were doing; guarding him from the shadow. Radia too, simply called them back in front of him. But he knew those people did more than just guarding, especially after seeing how they were handling the aftermath of the attack this morning. They did clean-up, they investigated, they moved and dis everything Radia--or probably the Mallarc--asked for.

As if reading Zein’s mind, Radia replied without missing a beat. "I can’t tell you their name--the name of their...let’s say ’brigade’," he smiled teasingly. "They are a group of people that my House had been cultivated from the start, contracted to live in the shadow of the sentinel community."

"Shadow..."

Radia called his secretary for some water to soothe his parched throat before continuing. "Their job is solely to do what we told them to do--just like regular employees, basically; only with more hazard risk and a strict non-disclosure agreement," Radia smiled. "They are active espers, but not actively going into dungeons. They will never put their name out there, and only a select few can show their face, like your bodyguard. If you want to simplify it, though..."

Radia tapped on his lips, looking out of the window with a deep smile on his lips. "They are formed to be our dirty hands."

The crimson eyes could see how the guide stiffened. "It’s something that every Old House had, although each has a different way of cultivating it. For example, contracting a smaller clan,"

"Like Golden Viper?"

Radia smiled and nodded. "There’s a House that recruits orphans and develops them to be the House’s loyal vassals, or, like the House of Ishtera, it was a vassal house that had been formed organically ever since the House itself came into existence."

"Wait--so you’re saying that the Iron Shield...the Kovacs, is already something like your shadow guard to the House of Ishtera?" Zein raised his brow, the hardened look in his eyes dissipating gradually. The concept of doing ’dirty work’ put that practice in a negative light, but when he thought about it, the hands only got as dirty as the mind that moved them.

"Well, weren’t they constantly looking for their young master all those times?" Radia smiled at the slightly widening blue eyes.

Zein fell into a contemplative state, and Radia watched the blue eyes go deep and conflicted.

"Do you know what the biggest difference is between supporting vassals that exist organically and groups that are made to obey?" Radia asked.

It seemed like a question that Radia would answer by himself, but after half a minute of silence, Zein realized the summoner waited sincerely for him to come up with an answer. So he leaned back and crossed his arms to ponder about the matter.

He didn’t need to think for long, however, since the difference was there already in what Radia said before; one group was akin to employees, and the other one had persistently looking for an unknown young master for decades.

"Loyalty?"

Zein had been thinking about it all this time; the Kovacs were such loyal people. Even Arlo, who had no heart in the business of the Templar of Arms Master, kept calling him ’Young Master’. And the fact that they still wanted to work under him even after he dismissed them to pursue what they wanted...

"Not entirely false, but all the Houses’ hands had loyalty to some extent," Radia smiled, before patting a stack of paper on his desk. "The difference is, with vassals like the Kovacs, you don’t have to buy their loyalty."

Zein blinked, and Radia continued, glancing at his summons. "The shadow guards are paid employees, and even my summons...I paid them with my mana," he said, to which the summons reacted by lowering their head. "If I ran out of mana, or stopped paying the employee, they might just go away."