A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 101



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Episode 101. New Hope

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Hung-

A fierce sword strike split the air.

One leisurely afternoon.

A man was dancing alone with a wooden sword in a beautiful garden filled with harmoniously blooming flowers.

But the sword seemed too rigid and inflexible.

The man’s hair was blue and his face was pale.

The exhaled breath dispersed into a hazy cloud.

The white face had no change in expression, giving off a very cold impression.

The man who had been dancing stiffly and inflexibly lowered his sword at the sound of footsteps and looked in that direction.

A pure white suit of armor beautifully embroidered with gold appeared.

It was the armor of a royal knight.

The armored man was over two meters tall, and he was holding a spear behind his back that was taller than him.

The cold could tell right away who he was.

“Vandyke. What’s going on?”

One of the royal knights of the Blake Kingdom.

It was Bandyke with the Iron Spear.

Van Dyke answered in a calm voice.

“His Majesty is coming.”

He put down the wooden sword he was holding, knelt down on one knee, and waited with his head bowed.

A moment later, a handsome old man appeared, flanked on both sides by royal knights.

The king approached, laughing heartily.

“Sir Sulkov. How is your life as a resident?”

Sulkov answered with a stiff voice, his head bowed.

“I am sorry that I cannot serve your Majesty. Why have you come all the way to this wretched place?”

“I came because I was bored. Where else could I go? It’s so chilly.”

“That’s not it… … .”

“Okay. I can’t even joke around.”

The king said, sitting at a nearby outdoor table.

“Enough with the examples. Bring out the tea.”

“yes.”

Sulkov got up from his seat and made some tea himself.

The king asked with a bewildered face.

“… … Are there no attendants?”

“Sometimes, they come and just clean up and leave. That’s what I instructed them to do.”

“No, why… … .”

“That’s convenient.”

“Oh my… … .”

The king received his car, accompanied by Sulkov, while his three knights of the royal guard stood guard nearby.

The king, who usually traveled around with Sulkov by his side, was escorted by three royal knights when Sulkov was placed under house arrest.

Slurp-

A warm cup of tea was poured, raising the steam.

It was a rare car that was blue in color.

“The color is pretty. What color is it?”

“I’m going to buy some Anchan flowers.”

“Hmm. The scent is unique.”

“Yes. It’s my favorite drink.”

The king took a sip of tea and opened his eyes wide in surprise.

“Hmm. It’s pretty good.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Once I get released from confinement, I guess I’ll have to tell him to take a car from now on.”

“… … .”

“I’m joking. Straighten up.”

“yes.”

The king looked around leisurely while drinking tea with Sulkov.

The place where Sulkov currently resides is a large mansion that was provided by the royal family a long time ago, and Sulkov lives alone in that large space.

‘Does a house resemble its owner?’

A cold atmosphere hung over the rather shabby-looking mansion.

There was no trace of human warmth.

The king looked around the mansion while sitting on his chair, and then looked around the garden in front of the mansion where he was currently located.

The well-maintained garden, with its colorful flowers in contrast to the dull mansion, was quite a feast for the eyes.

“Did you hire a gardener?”

“I am in charge.”

“… … What did you do with your spare time? I didn’t know you had a hobby like this.”

The king was looking around the warm garden in the bitter cold when he suddenly discovered a wooden sword on the floor.

“What is this?”

“It’s a wooden sword.”

“I know it’s a wooden sword. Why is it a wooden sword all of a sudden?”

“I was training.”

“With a wooden sword?”

“yes.”

“Haven’t we long since trained with wooden swords?”

“… … I’m sorry.”

“Now that I think about it, I don’t see the frostbite I always carried around with me.”

“Yes. I put it in the basement.”

“why?”

“I plan to stay away for the time being.”

“… … .”

The king took a sip of tea and looked at the knight in the cold.

“It’s so cold.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“I guess you’ve had a change of heart.”

“… … Yes.”

“The devil in the red eye. What kind of guy is he?”

At those words, the eyes of the three royal knights standing behind the king gathered.

A situation where four people’s gazes are focused on one person’s mouth.

After a brief silence, Sulkov opened his mouth.

“It’s strong.”

“Better than you?”

“He is a young swordsman. I don’t know if it will change as time goes by, but as of now, he is not stronger than me.”

“That must be true. Then why did you come back in such a shabby state?”

“… … .”

“Tell me.”

The king asked in a soft tone.

“Shouldn’t we know why and how the strongest knight in the kingdom lost?”

“……majesty.”

“okay.”

“There was another person living inside him.”

“What does that mean?”

“That’s exactly what it says. After subduing him, the moment he was about to cut off his head, ‘it’ came out.”

The king’s eyebrows twitched.

“that?”

“It was a monster.”

“… … !”

Surprise crossed the faces of the three royal knights, as well as the king.

The Knight of the Cold was not one to be called a monster, but rather one who called someone a monster.

“He played with me like a child. I was defeated without even being able to put up a proper fight.”

What this meant was that there was a gap between him and that person, like that between a child and an adult.

“I have never seen such a strong man in my life. The mountains, rivers, and trees seemed to bow their heads before him.”

“… … !”

“He could have killed me if he had wanted to. It’s shameful, Your Majesty.”

The bitter cold bowed its head.

The king looked at his frosty hair and asked.

“… … So you were training with a wooden sword?”

“yes.”

“If we fight again, can you win?”

“… … I’m sorry.”

“hmm…….”

The king swallowed a groan.

Since the cold weather acknowledged it so readily, I had nothing else to say.

I started to think a lot.

What exactly is this Red-Eyed Demon, and where did he come from and why?

The king sipped his tea in silence and looked at Sulkov.

“Sulkov.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“After ten days, the first and third sons will have a showdown.”

“……yes?”

Sulkov asked in a somewhat embarrassed tone.

“The Third Prince… … Are you talking about him?”

The king laughed heartily.

“Yes. It seems that guy was secretly building up his strength and waiting for an opportunity. He came up after defeating the second guy. The tiger cub has grown quite sinister.”

“……okay.”

“I’ll release you from your restraint before that. You must also attend the decisive battle.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Sir Sulkov Wintermire. This is an order.”

“……All right.”

“It’ll be fun.”

The king smiled, drank the rest of his tea, and stood up from his seat.

“Okay, drink well and go.”

“yes.”

“Don’t come out. I’m sorry for disturbing your training.”

“What are you talking about… … .”

“Okay, let’s go.”

Sulkov stood and escorted the king away.

The royal knights saluted the cold in silence and walked away, escorting the king in front and behind.

Sulkov heard the king’s laughter as he walked away.

Only the king knew why he was laughing.

* * *

I muttered softly, holding Vlad’s handle.

“Vlad. Vlad. If you mess with me, I’ll kill you.”

“… … .”

I placed Vlad in the center of the clearing and gestured to the waiting Black Knight.

He was a man with quite sharp eyes.

“Come here.”

“… … .”

The blunt black knight approached.

“What’s your name, Kyung?”

“Max.”

“Sir Max, please stand here in front of the sword.”

Max nodded and took his place in front of the sword.

I walked behind him and placed my right palm on Max’s broad back.

Wolfgang was in a completely berserk state, so he needed to be directly hit in the chest with the moonlight of the crescent moon, but for now, it was enough to just let the starlight flow into his back, close to his heart.

I said that because Max seemed nervous.

“Don’t worry, if it starts to look like it’s going to run wild, I’ll put on the brakes right away.”

“… Are you okay?”

Max glanced back at my left arm, which was still wrapped in a splint around my neck, and asked.

“Don’t be too scared, one hand is enough.”

“Who said he was scared?”

I hit Max’s back, which was acting tough even though I couldn’t, so loudly that it made a sound.

Max glared at me right away, but I just grinned and patted him on the back.

“I think you’re too nervous.”

“Who said you were nervous?”

“Okay, if you’re not nervous, I’ll go right away.”

I gave instructions to Max, encouraging him.

“Take a deep breath.”

“Ugh.”

“Exhale.”

“Phew… … .”

“Are you ready?”

Max nodded.

“You can’t become a knight and lose to the sword, right?”

“Of course.”

“If you are ready, just take up your sword. Wake up.”

Max took a deep breath and grabbed his sword.

Woof-

Vlad shuddered.

This time, I somehow had a feeling that things would go well.

The knight named Max also had a sharp gaze, and whenever Vlad had time, he would drag him to the Room of Truth and beat him up. If he had any thoughts, he would have been a little bit harmful-

“Khaak!”

A scream arose.

Ddddddd-

The ground began to shake. The warning signs of a rampage appeared, and immediately Vlad began to rampage, emitting red energy.

“Hey.”

Boom!

I fired the tension I had been preparing at Max’s back, and Max fell down with a thud.

“… …Take her.”

“yes!”

The servants who had been waiting carried the fallen Max on a stretcher.

I sighed and turned around.

My eyes met with the Black Prince, who was circling the empty lot with other knights.

The Black Prince also sighed deeply, following me.

“Send next.”

“i get it.”

Then I glanced over to a tree and saw Linda and Shushuruta sitting side by side on a branch, crunching popcorn.

… … Someone must be really upset. Those two in pairs.

“Sir Harry. It’s your turn.”

“yes.”

I raised one hand as I watched the second runner approach.

“Just wait a moment.”

I picked up Vlad who was lying on the floor.

Bam!

He then pushed himself back into the ground, closed his eyes, and began to move quickly.

He immediately dispatched his elite internal energy and advanced towards the swordsman who was tightly closing the door.

Boom!

“Get out of here, you fucking bastard!”

[Kiyaak!]

Vlad made a surprise attack as if he had been waiting for it.

I grabbed Vlad’s long hair as he rushed towards me and threw him to the ground.

Then he beat Vlad, who resisted fiercely, to a pulp.

“This kid still hasn’t come to his senses and is going wild! Wild! Wild!”

Thud! Thud! Thud!

I quickly opened my eyes and ran away, as the next runner was waiting.

“Come and hold our little Vlad.”

“… … .”

I checked the gaze of the knight who had come closer.

The eyes of this article were clear and clean, like looking at a spring deep in the mountains.

I decided to place some hope on this clear-eyed black knight.

This time I waited with my hand on my back.

“When you are ready, take up your sword.”

Hot.

‘Is it okay?’

“Whoaaaa!”

‘Fuck.’

This time it was a runaway again.

I gently struck the knight’s heart, who was about to burst into flames, and the second runner fell down in vain. Once again, the servants carried the fallen knight on a stretcher.

I sighed and looked back.

“……next.”

Then he went inside the sword again and beat up Vlad, who was resisting.

[Kyaaaaak!]

“Get behind! Get behind!”

How many people did that?

There were no more candidates among the Black Knights, and now the knights of House Starvanger came forward one by one, receiving recommendations and volunteers.

I accepted applicants until my internal energy was almost depleted.

The technique itself was to shoot out internal energy like a sword, so it didn’t require much internal energy, but it was mainly because I used up a lot of internal energy while fighting Vlad here and there.

This guy was a real deal. He got beaten up like that and still kept talking nonsense.

Anyway, as a result, many knights got their hands on Vlad at one point or another.

A faithful knight, a knight who always recites the words of chivalry, a knight who is widely respected by his peers, a brave knight, a knight who enjoys reading books and is intelligent, etc.

Many articles were submitted, but the results were disastrous.

0 people.

Not a single person was able to stop Vlad’s rampage.

Vlad continued to rampage, and I continued to beat him.

I believe that sincerity gets through, so I tried to be sincere and sincere at every moment.

But the result was always the same.

0 people.

At this point, my head started getting complicated.

I stared blankly at the setting sun and pondered.

what?

Are there any other conditions?

Are you saying that just having a strong mind is not the only thing that counts?

“……devil.”

The Black Prince approached and spoke in a bitter tone.

“Let’s stop here for today. I’ll look for more suitable candidates.”

“… … .”

“You didn’t sleep well today either. You should go to sleep. Your eyes are bloodshot.”

“I’m originally red.”

“Oh, I see.”

I sent the Black Prince away first and then watched the setting sun alone.

“… … .”

As the sun slowly set beyond the horizon, Cheonma, who had been silently watching the entire process, dropped a hint.

[Hmm… … I wonder if it’s exploiting the gap created by greed.]

“avarice?”

[The moment I grabbed the sword, a gap opened up, big or small. I must have dug into that gap. No matter how strong your willpower and will are, the moment you are consumed by greed, you become blind.]

Come to think of it, Vlad is the ninth and final swordsman of the famous general Oposis.

It was the world’s greatest object that all the devils were trying so hard to get their hands on.

It is difficult for even the most honorable knight to not be greedy when faced with such an object.

then.

When you hold Vlad, is it necessary to not have even a shred of greed?

Where on earth can you find a guy like that?

“ah.”

A name came to mind.

“… … Bok-sil, Kyung?”

8 days left until the final battle.

At the end of despair, new hope was found.