Cursed Heir System: Revenge Against the Gods-Chapter 43. The fate of unblessed

In her room, the cute Bishop sat alone at a table with a chessboard in front of her. She wore a loose, transparent black nightdress that slipping low to reveal the smooth skin of her voluptuous thighs and the tantalizing dip of her cleavage.

She moved a white bishop on the chessboard while humming to herself.

"What a bunch of fools," she said quietly like she was enjoying a joke as she leaned forward and resting her chin on her hand.

"Let’s see how this Alane survives when the whole board wants him."

She turned her gaze to the open window where Teranese city is visible with the colors of the festival. But none of it reached her. To Thalina, it was just noise—distractions for puppets dancing to her tune.

Then, her eyes turned to her room’s floor where a man’s dead body lay there, his mouth was frozen mid-scream.

Thalina stood up gracefully and walked past the body without a second thought, stepping on its chest with her smooth bare foot. "You did what I needed," she said coldly as she opened her closet.

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"Caaandyyyy!!" Moriko’s shouted out as she darted toward a brightly colored candy stall. The thick hood of her cloak bobbed, barely hiding her ears and tail as she weaved through the crowd.

Alan, with his own hood, sighed and followed her. "Kitty, you’ve already eaten enough for ten people," he said. "At this rate, you won’t even be able to walk, let alone work as a gaurd."

Moriko waved him off. "Please, I’m a beastkin! I burn it all off!" she said proudly, grabbing a stick of bright pink cotton candy and holding it up like a prize. Alan shook his head as he gave coins to the vendor. The man handed the cotton candy to Moriko, who bit into it right away.

Alan turned to look at Anna who stood looking at a group of fire-dancers spinning flaming sticks in wide circles. Her silver hair hidden under a light cloak hood to keep people from recognizing her as a noble. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Anna looked amazed at performance, clapping with the crowd when the show ended.

"Hey, Lady," Alan called, walking over. He held out a stick of soft blue cotton candy while taking a bite of his own. "Try this. It’s really sweet."

Anna turned to him and reached for the candy. Their fingers brushed for a moment and she took a bite which made her eyes lit up. "It’s so sweet!" she said, sounding truly happy. "I love it!"

Alan chuckled a little while eating another bite. "Festival food just tastes better," he said. His blue eyes looked calm for first time. "It helps you forget your worries for a while."

Anna smiled with her cheeks slightly pink as she nibbled the cotton candy.

She took another small bite and her lips curling in a soft smile. The taste was still foreign to her, but pleasant. Sweet, like this night. Sweet, like the warmth that kept tugging at her chest every time she looked at him.

Alan noticed her watching him from the corner of his eye. She seemed on the verge of saying something—maybe a thank you, but the moment broke when a hush fell over the crowd.

People began to shift toward the center of the street, murmuring in anticipation.

"What’s going on?" Alan asked, turning as the distant sound of iron wheels scraping against stone echoed through the square.

A long, dark carriage rolled into view, flanked by armored guards. At its center was a cage and inside it was chained children. They’re huddled together while Some were crying, others sat motionless as they no hope.

Moriko’s ears twitched. "Hey...are they slaves?"

Anna’s smile disappeared as she looking at helpless kids. "They’re the unblessed children," she said. "The Church postponed their executions during festival season to avoid bad omens. They’re being moved to a new prison now."

Her fingers clenched around the stick of cotton candy that forgotten in her hand. She looked at the children with pity but she’s helpless.

The crowd had turned cruel as teny started throwing pebbles, half-eaten fruit, even cups.

"Cursed!" someone shouted.

"They’ll bring ruin!"

"Should’ve drowned them in the river!" another spat.

"They should be dead already!"

The children flinched but didn’t fight back. Some didn’t even react, like they’d already learned that hope was a fantasy thing.

Moriko frowned. "They’re just kids! Why’re people being so cruel?"

Alan answered finally. "Because they’re unblessed," he said while his blue eyes not leaving the carriage. "The Church says anyone without a blessing is a threat that will bring ruin."

Moriko tilted her head. "But... I don’t have blessings either. Should I be in a cage too?"

Anna shook her head. "It’s different for humans, Moriko," she explained softly. "Beastkin, elves, dwarves—you’re born with strength, agility, or magic. Humans don’t have that naturally, so the Gods have us blessings for our survival."

Moriko blinked. "Ohhh..."

The festival’s cheerful energy slowly returned as the dark carriage disappeared into the distance. The crowd’s angry shouting turned back into laughter and music.

But Alan didn’t feel right as he kept looking at the road where the cage had gone. There’s no prison on that side of the city, and that didn’t add up. The Church said they were just moving the unblessed kids to a different prison—but he knew that route didn’t lead to any known prison.

He turned to Anna as her crimson eyes clouded with lingering sadness from the sight of the caged children. "I’m sorry you had to see that, my lady," he said with genuine regret.

She shook her head, still holding the cotton candy but not eating it anymore. "It’s not your fault, Alan," she said softly. "It’s just... how things are. I wish it wasn’t."

Alan gave her a small nod. The three of them kept walking through the festival crowd. Music played again, and people laughed like nothing had happened.

He leaned toward Moriko, who was still munching on her cotton candy "Kitty, keep an eye on Anna for a bit," he said.

Moriko’s golden eyes blinked in surprise "Huh? Where you going?" she mumbled, tilting her head.

Anna’s crimson eyes widened, a flicker of worry crossing her face. "Alan, where are you going?" she asked.

He flashed an embarrassed grin while holding up his pinky finger. "Just a small nature call," he said. "I’ll be back fast, promise."

Anna’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she nodded, though her eyes lingered on him. "Come back quickly," she said.

"Thanks, my lady," Alan said with a soft grin. He turned and walked away, leaving Anna with mischievous cat-girl.

As Alan walk through the festival, his casual smile vanished. He grabbed an fox mask from stall and slipped the mask on his face as he followed the path the carriage had taken without any noticing him.

After a few minutes, the carriage stopped entered an old, weathered building, its not associated with any of thirteen churches. The guards patrolled its entrance seems more like mercenaries.

Alan crouched behind a stack of crates, his masked face tilting as he muttered, "Wow, what’s this now?"