Chapter 1: Banishment

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Translator: Soafp

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“The judgment reads as follows. It is decided that the accused Kiska is to be banished to the interior of the dungeon for the r*pe and murder of the villager Namia.”

　As soon as I heard those words, I felt the blood rush to my head.

“I am falsely accused!”

　I found myself yelling at the judge.

“Those people in the village set me up!　I didn’t do anything!”

“You must refrain from talking to me, defendant!”

　The judge said unsympathetically.

“Ora, come here quickly!”

The guards forcibly dragged me away.

　I still insisted on my innocence, but not one of them would listen to me.

“Ora, go in here and be quiet.”

　And they put me in jail.

　Tomorrow, I would be sent to the depths of the S-class dungeon [Katarov Dungeon] in this village.

　Not a single person has ever been sent deep into a dungeon and returned alive.

　So, I too will be turned into a corpse by the demons in that dungeon.

“Damn it!　Don’t f*ck with me!”

　I shouted and pounded on the wall.

　But the sound was meaningless.

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　Katarov village.

　That’s the village where I was born and raised.

The famous feature of this village is the Katarov Dungeon, an S-class dungeon.

　The village was crowded with adventurers trying to conquer the dungeon.

In this village, I was discriminated since I was a small child.

It was probably because of my hair, which was a dull silver color.

　In this country, people with silver hair have long been called Alks and persecuted.

　There is a legend that the Alks betrayed humans and lent their power to the demon tribe a long time ago.

　My mother is from the village of Katarov and has brown hair.

　But despite that, the reason I have silver hair must have something to do with my father.

　My father was already gone when I was born.

　Is he dead, or did he run away? I don’t know anything. My mother never talked about him.

　Because of this, I was persecuted as an Alks, and my mother was persecuted as someone who had relations with Alks.

　The children threw stones at us, and the farmland was destroyed by someone.

　Because of this, we were always poor and unable to eat decent food.

　But my mother did her best to raise me.

“I’m sorry, Kiska. I’m sorry I couldn’t raise you properly.”

　That was her habit.

　She passed away last year. The cause of death was illness.

Being poor, it was impossible for us to afford medicines to cure the disease.

“Yoo, silver-haired. I heard your harvest is low again this year.”

“I’m sorry.”

　Darga, the son of the village chief, was the one who shouted at me.

　Behind Darga, there are several men.

These guys are always in a group, and they are always shouting at me.

“Oi, it’s not a matter of apologizing.”

The reason my harvest was so low was because these guys were tearing up my fields.

　But I knew there was no point in pointing this out to them.

“I’m sorry.”

　So I just kept apologizing.

“Oi, let’s hit this guy now.”

“Ou, let’s go, let’s go”

Then they just started beating the living sh*t out of me.

“Ora, die!”

　They hit me several times in the face.

　Don’t resist too badly. The more I resist, the more they will be eager to hurt me even more.

　It is better to be unresisting and the wounds will be less severe.

　I knew this from years of experience, so I just kept on getting hit.

“I’ll give you a break for today”

　I was so red and swollen by the time Darga said this.

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“Mou, Darga and the boys have done it to you again.”

　It was my childhood friend Namia who said that.

　Namia was the daughter of a local merchant and the only one in the village who stood up for me.

“Look, I’m going to heal you, so just sit still.”

　She applied ointment to my scars.

“Haa, I wondered why everyone was so mean to Kiska.”

“It can’t be helped. It’s my fault I have silver hair.”

“Well, I think your hair is beautiful.”

Namia is the only one who always says that to me, even though my silver hair is an abomination to me.

“Hey, Kiska, I have something important to tell you.”

She said with a deliberate air of sophistication.

“Hmm?　What is it?”

“I’m getting married to Darga.”

　The moment she said this, I felt dizzy with agitation.

　In this village, the marriage partner is mostly decided by the parents.

　The village head and Namia’s parents must have had a strong connection, so it made sense that Darga and Namia would get married.

“….. I see, congratulations.”

I thought I had to say congratulations, so I told her so, but perhaps my expression was distorted.

“Hey, is that okay with you, Kiska?”

“Uhm……?”

“Does Kiska plan to stay in this village forever?”

“I guess so ……”

As long as I have my own land in this village, I can’t leave this village.

“I don’t like that!　All the villagers here mistreat Kiska. And yet, if you stay in this village, one day Kiska will be broken.”

“But that doesn’t mean there’s anything I can do about it.”

“Come with me and run away from this village!”

　Namia looked me in the eye and insisted.

“I have money in my house. With that money, just the two of us can stay together for a number of years. In the meantime, let’s find a place where no one knows us and live together.”

　I had thought about leaving this village.

　But to leave the village and travel, I needed money.

I don’t have that money.

　But if Namia was willing to help me, then there was nothing I couldn’t do.

“Namia, are you okay with that ……?”

I understand that I have to leave the village, but Namia is not going to go along with that.

“It’s fine. I don’t want to marry him.”

“I see…….”

　Namia confirms her decision.

“I love Namia.”

“Un, I love you, too.”

We both confirm our love for each other.

　I’ve always liked Namia. But I knew that there was no way in hell I would ever get together with her, so I kept my feelings hidden for a long time.

“When do you want to do it?”

“As soon as possible.”

“All right. Let’s get out of this village tonight.”

“Yes.”

Then I kissed Namia.

My first kiss was somewhat awkward.

　Namia and I talked about our plans and parted ways.

At midnight, it was decided that I would pick Namia up from her house.

　Then we went home to get ready and waited for the night.

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　At night, by the light of the moon, I went to Namia’s house.

I was supposed to meet up with Namia outside her house.

“Stop it!”

　I heard a scream.

　It was Namia’s voice.

“Are you okay?!”

　With that scream, I step into Namia’s house.

　Then, I opened the room where I heard the voice.

“Oi, silver hair. Why are you here?”

　The scene before me was the ugliest thing imaginable.

　Inside the room was Darga and his cronies. All of them were half naked.

They were trying to force Namia’s clothes off at any moment.

“What are you doing ……?”

“What?　You’ll know it when you see it.”

　Darga said and gave an ugly smile.

Certainly, I can understand what’s going on without having to ask.

But I thought it was forbidden in this village for an unmarried man and a woman to have sex.

“But why is this silver-haired guy here?　Don’t tell me, did someone talk to him?”

　Darga asks the men around him.

　But everyone shook their heads.

　In the midst of all this, I was thinking about what I should do.

　I had to get Namia out of here.

“Get away from her.”

“An?”

“Get away from Namia right now!”

　I shouted.

From then on, I was punching Darga and the others.

　But there were several of them against one of me. I was no match for them, and they beat me to a pulp.

　But Darga was not satisfied with just beating me up.

　He seemed to be suspicious of my presence here.

　So he started torturing me, trying to find out why.

　Specifically, he started removing my fingernails one by one.

　Still, there was no way I could say that I was trying to elope, so I just held on, screaming and yelling.

“I’ll tell you!　I’ll tell you, but no more!”

　Namia was the first to snap.

“Namia, stop…….”

My message went unheeded, and she told me the whole story.

　As a result, Darga became furious.

Darga was not happy that Namia and I were going to elope with each other.

　Then Darga started assaulting Namia.

　I tried to stop him, but there was nothing I could do against more than one person, and the next thing I knew, I was knocked out from the impact of the beating.

　When I woke up, I was in jail.

　The charge was that I had raped Namia and then killed her.

　When I woke up in the morning, Namia was apparently dead.

　Darga must have strangled her to death.

　And he made me take all the blame for the crime.

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