A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 105



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Episode 105. Spread your wings

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There is a saying that time is like a flying arrow.

That means it’s that fast… … .

I’m really feeling that adage right now.

I blinked a few times, but two days have already passed.

“Are you feeling better?”

Shushuruta looked at me and asked.

“I just slept like a corpse. How can you sleep so soundly? In a way, it’s amazing.”

… … This guy. His speech is getting stranger and stranger.

Where did you get that water?

“I’m hungry! Devil, eat the mushrooms!”

Linda shoved a colorful mushroom into my cheek.

Shushuruta knocked the mushroom away.

“Get out of here. Are you giving poisonous mushrooms to someone who just woke up?”

“Why! It’s delicious!”

Linda answered, picking up a mushroom that had fallen on the floor.

Shushuruta didn’t even bother to look at Linda and just took out some dried fruits from his bag and shoved them at me.

“Here, eat some dried fruit.”

“Mushrooms are more delicious! They’re also good for your health!”

“I told you to clean that up. You eat a lot.”

“Even the devil likes this.”

I looked around, pressing my cheeks together, surrounded by poisonous mushrooms and dried fruit.

Various. Charrrr.

Outside, the faint sound of horses’ hooves and the rolling of carriages could be heard.

It was a relatively comfortable carriage.

Walpole was sitting diagonally across from me, and Linda, who must have been sitting directly across from me and next to Walpole, was standing right in front of me shoving a mushroom in my face.

And next to me, Shushuruta is shoving dried fruit into the other side of her face.

So, I guess I was lying down on one side of the seat, using Shushuruta’s legs as a pillow.

[Are you awake?]

“Yes, Master.”

[You idiot. You’ve been asleep for a long time.]

“That’s what it looks like.”

Shushuruta pushed Linda’s mushroom away.

“Look at this. You’re already talking nonsense. Get rid of that weird mushroom.”

“Ha, don’t do that!”

I was thirsty so I pushed away the dried fruits and poisonous mushrooms that were encroaching on my stomach and said:

“Give me some water first. I’m thirsty.”

The voice that came out was also quite rough.

“Here it is.”

Walpole handed me a canteen, and I took it and drank it in gulps.

“Ugh.”

I emptied the canteen and returned it to Walpole.

Only then did I feel like I could live a little.

After quenching my thirst, the next thing that came was hunger.

“Do you have beef jerky?”

“Yes, here it is.”

I also received some jerky and chewed it while exchanging greetings with Cheonma.

‘Master.’

[What is it?]

I was so busy chewing the jerky that I replaced conversation with thoughts.

‘Did I really sleep for two days?’

[Yeah. He slept like he was dead.]

‘hmm.’

It was a strange thing.

I don’t think I was that tired.

I also felt like I had a really dizzying dream, but I couldn’t remember it.

I chewed the jerky and moved my neck and limbs around.

If he had been out for two days, his body would have been stiff and sore, but he showed no signs of that at all.

Rather, the condition was optimal.

It feels like something has gone up a notch.

It’s like feeling like a bird breaking out of an egg.

It felt like I could fly away.

I stepped straight onto the windowsill and leaned my body out.

“What, what are you doing!”

Walpole, who had been watching me blankly, immediately grabbed me.

“Let go of this. Why are you catching a free bird that is flying?”

“Ashban is not a bird!”

“What? No way. I feel like I could fly away like this.”

Shushuruta and Linda also quickly grabbed me.

“Catch him! He looks like he’s still half asleep.”

“No, devil! Devils are not birds.”

“It’s because you put a poisonous mushroom up your nose! You’re hallucinating.”

“What? No! That’s not it!”

The three of them worked together to pull me inside.

“Let go! It’s an escape from the cage!”

“Just pull it!”

“Ugh. Devil, come to your senses!”

“Huh! Why is this guy who just woke up so strong?”

I looked out the window of the moving carriage and smiled.

“Hahaha. Spread your wings. Fly. Fly. Let’s fly again.”

Wood crack!

I felt something breaking in my hands as I held onto the sides of the window frame.

“Ashban-kong! Let go of my hand! It’s going to break!”

Kwajik!

“100 million?”

“Eww!”

“Ugh!”

“You devil!”

The window frames on both sides were ripped off and I fell into the carriage with a thud.

I could hear Cheonma laughing loudly in my ears.

* * *

The Black Prince leaned out the window at the sound of a commotion outside.

It was a sound coming from a carriage following behind.

The carriage was shaking.

The Black Prince sneered and put his head back in, muttering.

“It looks like it’s happening now.”

Count Hermann Stavanger, who was sitting across from me reading a book, smiled faintly.

“I guess so.”

* * *

The bird, which was trying to fly away, was eventually caught by humans and put into a cage.

No, am I human and are they birds? I don’t know. What does it matter?

“Drink some cold water and come to your senses.”

I came to my senses only after I had emptied another canteen that Walpole had handed me.

I guess I had a dream where I was a bird escaping from a cage.

After the commotion passed, I sat chewing on my beef jerky and staring blankly out the window.

Rice fields and fields passed by along the road, and farmhouses were seen here and there. It was a peaceful scene.

It seemed like we were passing through the outskirts of Valeria, the capital of the Blake Kingdom.

Shushuruta, who had been watching me closely, grabbed one of my arms and said.

“That thing, that thing. It looks like it’s trying to run away again. Catch it.”

At Shushuruta’s words, Linda hugged one of my legs with her whole body.

“Don’t go, devil!”

Walpole looked at me with anxious eyes, ready to catch me.

“Are you feeling better?”

I responded calmly.

“What are you talking about? I’ve never been out of my mind.”

“… … .”

I said, looking at the scenery outside the window.

“The battle for the throne is in full swing, but the people are so peaceful.”

Walpole nodded.

“That’s right. There are many cases where ordinary farmers don’t even know who the king is. They’re too busy farming.”

“hmm.”

“Even in our house right now, it was the same. We’re so busy trying to make a living right now, who would care who the king is or if it changes?”

I looked at Walpole.

“Lord Walpole. Are you of farming background?”

Walpole nodded.

“Yes. My family had an orchard.”

“How did you end up becoming a promising knight of the Starvanger family?”

Walpole answered my question simply.

“I was lucky.”

“hmm.”

“I was able to start my life as a servant in the Starvanger household thanks to the recommendation of a knight who happened to be staying at my house for a night.”

As far as I know, knights are those who are equivalent to semi-nobles.

It probably wouldn’t be easy for a commoner to become a knight.

When asked about this, Walpole said:

“As long as you have the skills to go to Starvan, your origins and status don’t matter.”

“I see.”

As expected, he was a great count.

It seems that the picky Black Prince wasn’t saying for nothing that it was rare to find a noble as great as a count.

I think I can trust the Hans family to that extent.

… … What can I say if I leave it to you?

By the way, I was so busy sleeping that I couldn’t even say hello to Joy.

“… … Ugh.”

I was just licking my lips with regret.

I should have gotten the lucky wildflower bracelet.

I asked Walpole.

“Is Sir Curtis here?”

“No. Since the captain is going to the final battle, the vice-captain stayed in the territory. We need someone to stay and manage the knights.”

“I see. Is Kyung-man from the Three Musketeers here?”

“Yes. Normally, when you return from a long-term mission, you aren’t given any outside missions for a while. It’s like a rest period.”

Come to think of it, it hasn’t been long since I visited Ophiosis’s tomb.

I stared blankly at Walpole as he spoke.

“Then why did you come, Kyung?”

Walpole said with a smile.

“Haha. How could I turn down the opportunity to work with Lord Ashvan? The Vice-Captain told me to take it easy on him, but I fiercely supported him and followed him. Didn’t I do well?”

I nodded with a solemn expression.

“The rising star of our Starvanger Knights, the ace of the order, the savvy of the order, the leader of the younger generation, the object of envy and role model for the younger generation, the vanguard of the rebellion against the old guard of the order, a genius in swordsmanship, a strong candidate to become the next Grand Master, the fearless and fearless Sir Walpole. How admirable.”

“thank you.”

Various. Charrrr.

The wind blowing outside the window ruffled my hair. The wind was quite cool.

Next to me, Linda and Shushuruta were arguing while holding onto one of my arms and one of my legs.

The left arm that Shushuruta had been holding with his arm linked was still wrapped in bandages, but there was no particular pain even when he moved it slightly.

Still, it would be best to remain quiet until you see the doctor.

“By the way, do you remember Hugo?”

I tilted my head at Walpole’s unexpected question.

“… … Hugo?”

I think I’ve heard it somewhere.

“I’m talking about the seed that Lord Ashvan looked after.”

Only then did the memory come back to me.

“Oh, that poor brat.”

Cheonma, who had been listening quietly, intervened.

[Isn’t that a private?]

“I told you it’s not a private property.”

“yes?”

“It’s nothing. What happened to that kid? Did he have an accident or something?”

“No. It’s because it’s suddenly growing at a frightening rate.”

“oh.”

“A guy who couldn’t feel mana at all suddenly became able to skillfully transfer mana to his limbs.”

Cheonma said with a faint smile.

[The son is quite a man.]

“I told you it’s not a private property, but you’ve been saying private property since a while ago.”

[Why not Sasson?]

“How can you be a scapegoat with just that little bit of attention?”

[When did you say that anyone who taught you was your master? Didn’t you even call that stray dog ​​Bell your master?]

“… … Did you remember that?”

Have you tasted what this master teaches? Why do you keep talking about the master?

He said he would never accept a disciple even if he died.

“Ashban Gong.”

I looked out the window and saw Walpole staring at me blankly.

“What did you do?”

I said, waving my hands roughly.

“It’s nothing. I was just talking to myself.”

“No, that’s not it. I know that Lord Ashvan often talks to himself. We’ve been together for over a week.”

“Then what?”

“I heard from Hugo that he learned swordsmanship from Lord Ashvan.”

“hmm.”

Lord Walpole looked at me with serious eyes.

“What on earth did you do to make Hugo so strong?”

“What have I done? It seems that the efforts I’ve made silently have paid off.”

“It’s not at that level.”

Now I see that Walpole didn’t come with me simply out of favor.

I could see in the intense gaze he was looking at me that he was trying to get something from me.

Just as I had been clinging to the devil and learning from him, Walpole was also filled with a desire to become stronger.

As expected, he is the ace of the Knights.

“… … .”

“… … .”

I asked, meeting Walpole’s intense gaze.

When I think of Hugo, there’s another name that comes to mind.

“How is that guy named Langman doing?”

Walpole hesitated for a moment and then asked again.

“Rickman?”

“Oh, yeah. Rickman.”

“Rickman… I heard he was the best rider in the group, but he’s recovering from a shoulder injury. I heard he got beat up by Hugo.”

“Oh, like that.”

“It’s funny. Hugo was the hardest working, but he never got last place. Rickman was a bit sloppy, but he never missed first place.”

“The world is inherently unfair.”

“I was worried so I went to see him, and he seemed to have lost a lot of confidence. He used to be a guy who was so confident that he was arrogant no matter where he was or what he did.”

I nodded.

“I was a little cocky. But it turned out well. I guess I should let it out a little so I won’t get cocky.”

“I was wondering if it was too bent.”

“Lord Walpole.”

“yes.”

“Life presents us with many trials. For some, they are too harsh to bear. For others, they are light enough to overcome boredom.”

“… … .”

“We become stronger as we endure trials. It’s not good to just break down like that. Hugo has to endure trials every day. He probably hasn’t had many trials in his life, so he needs to be defeated beforehand so he can come to his senses and overcome the trials that lie ahead. If he overcomes them, he will definitely become stronger.”

“……okay.”

Walpole looked deep in thought, as if trying to find something in what I said.

I saw such a Walpole… … .

“hmm?”

Sniff sniff. Sniff sniff.

I caught a suspicious smell.

It was flowing out from Shushuruta next to me.

Sniff sniff. Sniff sniff.

As I approached with my nose flaring, the startled Shushuruta let go of my arm and stepped aside.

“What, what is it? Why are you doing that?”

I asked, sniffing.

“Hey, Shushuruta. You have the elixir.”

Shushuruta looked at me with a dumbfounded face.

“How did you know? You’re so damn cute, you little shit.”

“Give it to me.”

Shushuruta grumbled and took out a bundle of flax from his bag.

It was almost as big as my forearm, with only the fruit removed.

I realized that for some reason my body wanted it.

After chewing the three pieces of meat, he took Linda off his leg and sat cross-legged.

The carriage shook occasionally, but that didn’t matter now.

“Phew… … .”

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and went into meditation.

I gradually sank into my inner self and arrived at the space in my mind’s eye.

As I gazed at the pond there, the moon reflected on the surface of the water caught my eye.

The moon, which was as thin and slender as a fingernail, had suddenly become full of flesh.

The horse, looking down at the pond from the opposite side, said:

[It’s the string moon.]