A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 102



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Episode 102. The Dog-like Wandering Knight

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When all kinds of devils rushed in to steal the dagger.

A man who seemed to live in another world and never even glanced at a dagger.

A pure man who only wanted to knock down the criminal and hand him over to the guards.

A kind man who gave me a new sword every time we met.

A man whose heart was as clean and transparent as a shining sword.

A man who grows at a frightening rate with his sponge-like learning ability.

A shabby wandering knight who follows the wind and travels from place to place.

A knight who was far from a knight in appearance, but was more knight-like than anyone else.

The most noble knight I have ever seen.

A truly honorable knight who practiced chivalry in the lowest of places.

His name is Bok-sil Kyung.

I got a feeling.

This is an intuitive intuition without any rational or logical reasoning.

I don’t know exactly why, but I had a feeling that if Bok-sil was a sage, she would be able to control Vlad.

[Assuming that Bok-sil is the owner of the sword, how will she find it?]

“There is a way. We have a capable cat.”

I immediately pulled out the sword I had on my waist.

The sword energy that flew at the same time as the sword was drawn cut the tree branch.

The two objects that had been sleeping on it naturally fell to the ground along with the tree branches.

“Ugh!”

“… … Huh?”

Shushuruta landed lightly on the ground, and Linda, who was still half-asleep, fell on her face.

“Whew!”

Shushuruta yawned as if she was used to it and asked me.

“Did you call?”

I looked at Linda, who was lying on the ground, writhing, for a moment, and then said to Shushuruta.

“There’s something I need you to do.”

“Something.”

“We have to find Bok-sil and bring her back.”

Shushuruta’s eyes widened.

“Bok-sil, Kyung?”

“Whether it’s asking the Thieves Guild for help or asking around, we have to bring him in somehow. Can you do it?”

Shushuruta blinked her wide eyes.

“until when?”

“As fast as possible. There isn’t much time.”

“Um… … Okay, I see.”

Shushuruta stretched out with a squeak, and then disappeared into the forest with a rustling sound of leaves.

I put Vlad on my back and headed to the annex.

Now we have no choice but to trust Shushuruta and wait.

“Oh, devil! Come with me!”

Linda followed him hurriedly, her nose bleeding profusely.

* * *

7 days left until the final battle.

Shushuruta hasn’t returned yet.

However, he could not just sit back and do nothing, so he gave Vlad to those whom the Black Prince had brought in after searching around.

The result was, well, as expected.

0 people.

It wasn’t surprising.

There is no such thing as a miracle happening suddenly.

“… … .”

The shadows under the Black Prince’s eyes were getting darker.

One of the black knights must have been quite worried about the black prince because he approached me quietly and spoke to me.

“Listen, Lord Ashvan.”

“hmm?”

“Can I try again?”

Looking at his face, I saw that it was Sir Max, the first runner.

“You did it last time, Kyung.”

“Okay, try again.”

I shook my head.

“It’s not easy for me to stop myself from going wild. It may look simple, but it consumes a lot of internal energy.”

“… … Internal energy?”

“So, the mana consumption is not small. And if Kyung does it again, it won’t make much of a difference.”

“I see… … .”

Sir Max sighed.

I stared blankly at Sir Max and then looked around at the black knights gathered in the empty lot.

At some point, their gaze and attitude towards me began to feel strangely harmful.

In the past, there were those guys who would glare at me with hostility, spewing out all their anger as if they were so displeased.

Perhaps it was since that day, the day he subdued Wolfgang without killing him.

No, not that.

I also wanted to practice in my spare time, but my left arm still hasn’t gotten better.

As the current owner of the Demon Sword, I couldn’t help but be busy finding the next owner of the Demon Sword, so I was just wasting time.

I’m tired of beating up that spoiled brat Vlad. He’s a stubborn brat. He’s like a weed that keeps raising its head no matter how much you step on it.

I had no choice but to let out a deep sigh and approach the Black Prince.

“Hey, Black Prince.”

“Something.”

The Black Prince looked at me, blinking his bloodshot eyes.

“No more?”

“……okay.”

The Black Prince nodded heavily.

“Let’s look for more candidates.”

I looked at the pale face of the Black Prince and asked.

“You didn’t sleep?”

“Are you sure you can sleep now?”

“When was the last time you got more than six hours of sleep?”

The Black Prince counted with his fingers, one by one, and when it was time to use his other hand, he lowered his hand and mumbled.

“What does that matter now?”

“Hey, Black Prince.”

“What is it?”

“I know a wandering knight. I think he could wield the magic sword.”

The Black Prince frowned openly.

“Are you talking about a wandering knight?”

“okay.”

I can tell just by looking at your expression.

Even the elite knights under my command, who were known for their hard work, had all failed, so he looked like he was asking why I was a wandering knight.

“What the heck? What’s wrong with your expression? Are you ignoring the wandering knight?”

“… … I’m not ignoring you, but what’s your name?”

“Bok-sil is a gentleman.”

“… … ? Bok-sil?”

I nodded with confidence to the Black Prince, who was tilting his head.

“Bok-sil.”

“Is the person’s name Bok-sil? It sounds like a dog’s name.”

“That’s right. How can someone’s name be Bok-sil?”

“hmm.”

The Black Prince crossed his arms and stroked his rough lips.

It’s really nice to see his frown as much as he worries. I hope he dies young, my prince.

“I’ve never heard of it.”

“I sent someone because I thought he could subdue Vlad. So stop fooling around and go inside and get some sleep. You know this is pointless.”

Our stubborn prince stubbornly shook his head.

“It’s not meaningless. It’s just difficult and takes time.”

“Why don’t you just fall asleep when I say nice things to you?”

“You think a mere wandering knight whose name you’ve never heard of can defeat Vlad? What makes you think so?”

I answered, picking my nose.

“Nothing in particular.”

“But how can you be sure of that?”

“It’s just… … a feeling. An intuition, I guess.”

“… … .”

The Black Prince gave me a look that said I was not very attractive.

But what can we do?

As of now, I am Vlad’s master and the only one who has subdued him.

Nothing is more persuasive than my speech.

“Wait while you do something else until the thieving cat finds Bok-sil and brings her back. There are many other things to do besides this.”

“This is the most important and urgent task.”

“I told you to take care of it. Just go to sleep. The shadows on your eyes are almost reaching your chin. If you keep doing this, won’t you die from overwork before you can sit on the throne?”

The Black Prince shook his head.

“That can’t be. There’s not much time left-”

“Eight.”

cook.

Taking advantage of his carelessness, I poked the acupoint next to the Black Prince’s ear with my fingertip.

The Black Prince’s eyes opened and he began to squirm like a doll with its strings cut.

Of course, he didn’t catch it.

What’s so pretty about this dark guy?

“My lord!”

Instead, the black knight next to him was startled and grabbed the black prince who was falling down.

“What are you doing!”

Chachajang!

The sound of swords being drawn fiercely came from all directions.

The black knights immediately drew their swords and glared at me.

A fierce wave of murderous intent rose and washed over me.

Whatever. I said vaguely, picking my nose.

“Let’s not make a fuss. He’s just asleep.”

At my words, those who had drawn their swords looked at the large black knight who had captured the Black Prince.

He was Lord Smith, and he was always the Black Prince’s closest aide.

A sturdy black knight waiting in front of the Black Prince’s chambers. That would be Sir Smith.

Smith checked the Black Prince’s condition and nodded.

“You are just asleep. Put away your sword.”

The black knights glanced at me and took back their swords.

I shrugged and muttered.

“This is why it’s hard to do good things.”

Smith asked.

“Is it black magic?”

“It’s a blood clot.”

“It’s a black magic that forces you to fall asleep. Are there any side effects?”

“None. The prince will sleep soundly until his fatigue goes away and then wake up.”

“… … Is that so.”

Smith looked at me for a moment, then picked up the prince as if he were a princess.

Then he bowed his head slightly to me and walked towards the annex.

The other black knights nodded at me and followed me.

“… … .”

I sat down in the empty lot and watched the dark figures heading towards the mansion.

I’ll have to eat a lot of lucky breakfast until Bok-sil comes back.

Since Shushuruta, who had always been the guardian of the law, was no longer there, that role was naturally passed on to Linda.

“Linda!”

“Ugh!”

Following the rustling sound, the branches of the trees began to shake, and then something fell to the ground with a thud.

Hmm. It sounds like a pumpkin breaking.

“Whew!”

At my shout, Linda, who had been sleeping soundly on the tree branch, was startled and fell to the ground.

It seems that he has developed a habit of sleeping on tree branches, following Shushuruta, but it seems that he has not yet learned Shushuruta’s characteristic agility.

Well, how can a dog imitate a cat?

“Ugh. Devil, did you call me?”

Linda got up briskly and came over to me and asked.

This time, it seemed like he had fallen on his face, and his nose was bleeding profusely.

“Tsk.”

I took out a handkerchief and threw it at the guy’s face.

slap.

Linda flailed her hands, her handkerchief pressed to her face.

“Eww! What is it!”

“It’s a handkerchief. Use it to wipe your nose.”

“Ugh… … . The devil is really kind.”

“I’m a bit like that.”

Linda asked, pulling the handkerchief away from her grumpy face.

“Devil! But why did you call me?”

“I’m going to meditate now. Please stand in front of me and protect me.”

Linda tilted her head.

“Dharma guardian?”

“Yes, Dharma protection. When meditating, being alert to your surroundings is called ‘Dharma protection.’”

“I will protect the law.”

Linda repeated the words as if trying to get the expression into her head.

“If anyone comes around, let me know. Don’t touch me. If you touch me, I’ll lose.”

“Yeah, I got it!”

Linda nodded, smiling brightly with a face dripping with blood, as if something was so good about her.

I frowned and scolded him.

“Don’t lick the coffee with your dirty tongue, wipe it with it.”

“Yeah. But he’s the devil.”

“what.”

“If I stand well in the Dharma, will I get a reward?”

“… … Prize? What kind of prize do you want?”

“Yeah, that’s right! Can you let me lick your ear?”

I held back from spewing a volley of curses.

“Why is that?”

“I was curious what it tasted like.”

“… … .”

It turns out that this guy was crazy Linda.

The price for being a Dharma guardian is just a lick of the ear.

I nodded and gave my consent.

“… … Okay.”

“Yay! I’ll work hard to protect the law!”

Linda circled me frantically, glaring in all directions.

The sight was just like watching a stray puppy running around chasing its tail, licking its lips.

“Whew.”

As I looked at that sight, I couldn’t help but sigh.

The devil chuckled.

[There is no such thing as a fucking dog. It suits you.]

“It suits you.”

Shushuruta needs to come back soon.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

* * *

6 days left until the final battle.

The Black Prince, who had only just woken up at lunchtime, came into my room in a fit of rage.

“You damn country bumpkin!”

bang!

I looked at the Black Prince with a bewildered expression as he burst through the door, having stopped inserting a needle into my left arm.

“… …Is that how they teach etiquette in the royal family?”

The Black Prince strode towards me with murderous eyes and immediately grabbed me by the collar.

Then he glared at me as if he was going to kill me and spoke in a low growl.

“You little punk. If you touch my body again, I’ll kill you, no matter what the fight is.”

That’s what a temper tantrum is.

I replied with a snicker.

“Our prince. The shadows in your eyes have lightened a bit. You look good.”

“

“Your face, which was almost dead, is now full of life. Don’t you think so, Sir Smith?”

Smith, who followed me into the room, looked at me silently. It was an unspoken agreement.

The Black Prince had a staring contest with me and then closed his eyes tightly.

It felt like my anger was going away, and at other times, I felt like I was getting a headache.

The Black Prince let go of her collar and asked with a sigh.

“So. That fucking wandering knight.”

“Bok-sil.”

“Yeah. When is that Bok-sil coming?”

I shrugged.

“I don’t know.”

“So are you saying I should just sit back and wait?”

“What can I do?”

“… … .”

The Black Prince roughly brushed back his disheveled hair as if he was displeased with something, clicked his tongue, and pointed nervously at my left arm, which was still bandaged, as he spoke.

“There are six days left until the final battle. You have to get better before then. Do you understand?”

“I’m not a doctor. Go make that kind of threat to a doctor.”

“Get better by any means possible. That damn dog- no, that wandering knight named Bok-sil has to come by today too.”

“You must be in a hurry.”

“There’s no time. You need to leave at least three days in advance to arrive at the battle site with plenty of time to spare. Do you understand?”

“Well… I’ll try my best.”

The Black Prince glared at me and quickly left the room.

Smith nodded to me briefly and followed the Black Prince out of the room.

I sighed and put a needle into my left arm.

And the next day.

Five days left until the final battle.

Shushurutado, Boksil didn’t come at all.