God Leaving Me

Oric, is a freelancer who was hit by the dance epidemic the first time. 

At night and he was in the crowd, Oric suddenly danced with a pale face. He had begged anyone repeatedly to stop him from dancing. Even Oric cried and said he wasn't joking, but everyone took what he said as a joke. 

Until the Oric dance lasted for hours and they realized that what oric said was true. He couldn't stop dancing until the next day Oric, who kept dancing, died of exhaustion. Although they bound Oric's body, his body was constantly moving. Even for a meal, he couldn't because of his body that couldn't stop.

After Oric's death, people talked about Oric's events shockingly. Oric is a very diligent person, he always does any work to earn money. He harvested in other people's fields, or he herded people's livestock. 

He didn't choose a job while it wasn't a terrible job. 

"Where did he work last time?" Kalden tilted his head as he asked. His violet eyes looked towards Shye who was in front of him. 

"Before he worked in this house, Count." 

Kalden didn't take his sights off. He stood up from his seat, from the glass cabinet that was nearby. It reflected an imperfect shadow from him, and Kalden looked at his own shadow for a few seconds. He recalled his tiny figure that had become big, very different as hell now. 

Kalden walked out and from a different direction, he saw the daughter of the Harlian family. She walked with her hair down and lowered her eyes; her face covered with her long hair and walked in a different direction, towards the back of her house. 

"You've investigated everything?" asked Kalden in an icy voice that made Shye stay silent for a few seconds to think about if she had missed anything. 

However, as he looked in the direction Kalden was looking, Shye realized something was going through. The owner of the bright green dress had already caught her eye and she couldn't just let it go. 

"Alright, Count. Then I'll excuse myself first." 

Kalden didn't answer him. He walked down the steps and he saw Harlian something wrapped whose right hand in a thick bandage. His face was still so pale and the pain in him was still so tormenting him. His four fingers were invaluable, as he was a merchant who often used authority only by inking his pen. 

Next to Harlian was Merry, who looked down so that he wouldn't make a mistake. Merry doesn't want her to be disabled. She has seen for herself what Kalden did to her husband and also rumors about a couple dying because they don't want to live disabled. 

"Noon, Count Oriesdett." Harlian said it was more polite than yesterday. He lowered his head, and didn't dare to say anything because he didn't want his fingers to disappear again. 

Right in front of the two of them, Kalden stopped his footsteps and looked at them with his cold eyes. It really didn't match his beautiful eye color with that sharp and terrifying look in his eyes. 

"Now you're being better. Dogs have to behave that way." 

Kalden said coldly, then he left a couple biting their lips both sharply. Kalden's remarks had really hurt their very high self-esteem, it was very clear in their brains that Kalden was the lowly son of a servant. He is nothing more than a person whose life they can trample on. But the two couldn't say what was on their minds. The pain was also so real to them. 

It was better for them to be quiet, and that the terrifying Kalden's back left them to get out of their homes and perform their duties. 

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Those who saw Kalden walking avoided it because they were afraid that Kalden would hurt them, make them disabled, or kill them. The blood that was around Kalden was a reality. 

Kalden watched the surroundings quietly. Some knights who followed him kept their distance from Kalden, because they understood Kalden didn't want to be so close to others. When Kalden saw the flower shop, Kalden stopped in his tracks. The flower reminded him of his mother—Elsie. 

After a few seconds of remembering his mother's useless smile, Kalden stepped back to check the other fields. The black disease has affected indeed, everything looks very messy, but not all the fields, there are some fields that look safe, and the fields are near the old church, which is a little doubtful there are people praying from there. 

However, seeing a priest coming out of there made Kalden think maybe the temple was still in use, even though the city of Calios was not a religious city. Kalden himself had not believed in the existence of a god for a very long time. For him the god had died, who had simply ignored him. He had long swallowed the pain, which made him disgusted with the existence of a god.

"Good afternoon, sir." A priest reprimanded Kalden, he looked at the three knights who were behind Kalden and smiled. 

"You're here to pray?" he asked in a friendly voice. 

"I don't believe in God." Kalden stepped his feet to look towards the other fields. 

"It doesn't matter whether or not you believe in god, you could one day encounter a miracle." The priest smiled so kindly that it made the three knights who followed Kalden afraid that the priest died at Kalden's hands. 

But Kalden didn't react to anything, he just focused on the afternoon sunshine above the wheat field that still looked good. 

"People in times of trouble that drive them crazy will say god does not exist." Kalden muttered to himself with a look of sharp cold eyes.

He carried such a huge wound inside himself, which made Kalden said to be like a monster for all his actions that actually made sense.

And any rumors about him Kalden didn't care at all. He just lived life without wanting to have a pebble in front of him.