A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 109



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Episode 109. It was a very pleasant melody to listen to.

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The crash was sudden and the screams were loud.

The handling was skillful and the landing was clean.

I landed gently on the ground with the help of the wind from the flying rain just before I hit the ground, and Ashley kicked off the wall while falling and stood upright on the ground with a nimble movement.

Anyway, she was the captain of the Knights of Starvanger.

He’s not the type of person who would get hurt or anything just by falling from this height.

She looked at me with a quizzical look.

“Ashban-kong… …!”

… … He seems a little surprised though.

People applauded and cheered as we appeared, performing acrobatics.

I guess they didn’t know it was a street performance. It was worth it.

A bandage wrapped tightly around one arm. A black band covering the eyes.

The makeup looked plausible.

I waved my hand naturally and greeted him.

“Thank you. Thank you.”

The applause and cheers grew louder.

People applauded for a while and then quickly went back to their own noisy work.

“… … .”

I felt eyes on me and turned around to see Ashley still glaring at me.

“Your Majesty Ashvan. Are you usually this impulsive?”

“Me a little.”

“I wish you had at least given me a hint.”

I smiled faintly.

“I’ll keep that in mind next time.”

“… … .”

Ashley stared at me intently, then suddenly tilted her head.

“But you can’t see ahead, so how… …?”

I answered simply.

“You can see it with your mind’s eye.”

“Oh, yes… … .”

Although it wasn’t entirely wrong, he didn’t look satisfied.

I can’t help it. It’s not my fault for turning a blind eye to the truth.

I unsheathed my sword from my waist and used it as a cane, leaning on the ground as I spoke.

“Let’s go.”

Ashley sighed slightly and walked alongside me.

Then he spoke softly, as if whispering.

“Your Majesty Ashvan. We must not be seen by people at all.”

“It seems like it has already failed.”

“… … That means you have to do that from now on. You never know when or where the Prince’s person will pop out. Just look around quietly and then go in.”

“Well, let’s do that.”

“You agree.”

“Look at it.”

“… … .”

Ashley looked at me for a moment, then placed her hand on the hilt of her knife and matched my stride.

There was no need to worry.

Instead of being able to see ahead, you have your senses wide open.

Is it because I have reached the realm of the stringed moon?

The range has expanded and become detailed enough to detect things like human facial expressions and eye contact.

If there is any life, it will be immediately recognizable, like a sharp needle in a pocket.

Since he is a skilled assassin, it doesn’t matter if he hides his killing intent.

Just wait for the sword to enter my area and react right away.

The talent of the Heavenly Horse, its incomprehensibly keen senses, does not miss anything. It does not allow anyone to dare to invade with murderous intent.

There is no need to worry about your companions either.

He is a knight that Sir Curtis introduced as a knight stronger than himself, and he is the commander of the Knights of Starvanger.

The very act of being treated by those bastards is absurd.

But Ashley seemed to have a different opinion than me, as she kept glaring at the people around her with caution.

“No matter what happens, you must never step out. I will move with the crowd. Please follow me.”

But that’s impossible.

I am not a follower, nor a leader, I am a man who wanders about as I please.

I immediately turned off onto a side street.

Then, the knight commander, who had been walking around diligently for a while, suddenly came running after me with a startled expression on his face.

“Lord Ashvan! Where are you going!”

I answered in a solemn tone.

“Sir Ashley. I didn’t come here to seek your protection. I came here to see the festival. So let’s stop looking around and just walk around in peace. Wherever our feet lead us.”

“… … .”

He changed his position to something more casual and natural, but Ashley didn’t respond.

There is a saying that no news is good news. That means silence is positivity.

… … But her gaze was a bit too sharp to be accepted as a positive.

“Ahem.”

I put off interpreting her silence for a moment, then deftly moved my cane and ran off somewhere.

I didn’t know where I was going. I was just walking somewhere, dragged by my feet.

Ashley realized that it wasn’t the people in the crowds that needed to be watched, but the people acting impulsively, so she followed quietly one step behind me, keeping her eyes fixed on me.

I was walking around like a country bumpkin, humming a meaningless tune, and having a little chat with Cheonma.

Even Cheonma, who used to nag all day, seemed to feel warm-hearted upon seeing the heartwarming sight, and joined the small talk in a much more tolerant tone.

“Wow… … Master. See? There are so many people. The atmosphere is good.”

[I see. Is this the first time something like this has happened?]

“That’s right. There’s not much to celebrate in Maya. It’s a world where death is more common than here.”

[Then shouldn’t we hold even more festivals? The more we do this, the more we should celebrate that we are alive. What joy is there in living if you only look forward to death?]

“Is that so?”

[What a pity. You should have seen the Pasunje.]

“Parson? What is that?”

[It’s a festival held at school. It’s quite something to see.]

“Oh… Master, that would be nice. You get to see a festival like that too.”

[I wasn’t interested at the time, but now I want to show it to you.]

Ashley, who had been following quietly from behind, asked cautiously.

“I, Lord Ashvan.”

“hmm?”

“Who have you been talking to all this time?”

“Oh, I had a conversation with my beloved master.”

“Master?”

Ashley asked, looking around.

“Where are you?”

I tapped my forehead.

“here.”

“?”

“It’s in my head.”

“… … .”

Look at that trembling expression.

Even if I tell the truth, the reaction is always unfavorable.

But what can I do? I didn’t lie.

I didn’t care and continued walking, chatting with Cheonma about this and that.

After a while, Ashley glanced at my face and asked cautiously.

“Your Majesty Ashvan. Is it true that you can’t see ahead?”

People seemed curious as he skillfully navigated the crowds despite there being so many of them.

I answered a question with a question.

“Sir Ashley. So what do you see when your eyes are covered?”

“Then how can it be so natural… … .”

“I think you said earlier that you should just look at it with your mind’s eye.”

Ashley said in a surprised tone.

“Did you really see it with your mind’s eye?”

“yes.”

“It is the mind’s eye. I didn’t know there was such a realm… …!”

Ashley was impressed.

Here we see the difference in personalities between Shushuruta and Ashley.

Shushuruta complained that the fabric was too thin.

Ashley was a knight of a fairly rigid character who believed everything straight away.

“hmm.”

Of course, I don’t know anything about the mind and I’m not really interested in it.

Just a little bit of a rush.

Just then, a delicious smell tickled my nose and I stopped in front of a stall.

I spoke to the owner.

“What is this devilishly fragrant smell of food that makes me unable to hold back my drool?”

The owner answered with a smile.

“Yes. It’s chicken skewers.”

“Oh. Give me one.”

“Here it is.”

I received the chicken skewers and ate them whole.

“How does it taste?”

“It’s the best. It’s so delicious that even if one of them dies while eating it, he still likes it and eats his too. How much is this?”

“I’ll give you 5 cooper.”

I dug through my pockets to pay for the fare, and realized I had no change.

All I have are a few precious jewels taken from the tomb of Ophius.

I couldn’t help but stare at Ashley, who was next to me.

Ashley noticed my gaze as she looked around cautiously and turned to face me.

“Don’t you have any money?”

“Money is something that exists and then disappears.”

“Not now?”

“Unfortunately.”

“… … .”

Ashley dug through her pockets and paid the price.

“Here it is.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I looked at Ashley while eating my chicken skewers.

“Would you like to try some hardness? It tastes good.”

“I would like to decline.”

“Or so.”

“… … .”

“Wow, wow.”

“… … .”

“Yum yum yum.”

“… … Please give me one too.”

“Yes, here it is.”

Ashley, who had been watching me happily eat, eventually put a chicken skewer in her mouth.

We moved a little further away from the street to avoid the crowds.

We sat side by side on the stairs, eating spicy chicken skewers, looking out onto the street and watching the people passing by.

… … It was a peaceful sight.

How long has it been since I’ve seen a city like this?

Looking at these energetic people, I began to wonder if the Black Prince’s promise to become king and turn the country upside down was a bit too much.

In fact, the reason I came out was because I wanted to see for myself how people lived.

I opened my mouth as I gazed at the scene where the festival was in full swing.

“Sir Ashley.”

“yes.”

“It’s called the Golden Flash?”

“It is also called that.”

“Is it a straight-line attack focused on stabbing? Your main weapon is a rapier?”

“you’re right.”

“Interesting.”

“Is that so?”

“I was supposed to do a duel last time, but I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“No. I was busy too.”

I watched her destroy the chicken skewers with such ferocity that she seemed to be defeating the assassins sent by the First Prince.

It was as if he had never eaten street food like this before.

Looking at it this way, there was another boring life that had never enjoyed a festival.

I watched her finish all the chicken skewers, lick her lips regretfully, then munched on the innocent skewers, and then asked her.

“Sir Ashley, I have a question.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“Royal knights. Have you ever met them?”

She nodded.

“Yes. Have you ever met Lord Ashvan? A royal knight.”

“I’ve seen him in the cold. But he’s a swordsman.”

“Yes.”

“I wonder how strong the other royal knights are. Are they slightly weaker than the cold ones?”

“No, the gap is huge.”

“how much?”

“It’s overwhelming. It’s on a whole other level.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Yes. The Knight of the Cold is uniquely strong.”

“hmm.”

“Ashban Gong defeated such a harsh cold.”

Ashley looked at me with renewed eyes, chewing the skewer.

I’ve seen it before.

The emotion in those eyes was awe.

“… … .”

I let out a deep sigh as I tried to explain to the burdensome gazes staring at me.

It was obvious that I wouldn’t believe it even if I told him that the stuffed Cheonma in my head had knocked me down.

Who believes it? I don’t believe it either.

The one who struck down the cold was Cheonma, the greatest and absolute being in another world.

In reality, I was a loser who got beat up by the cold.

“Why are you sighing?”

“That’s right.”

I turned my gaze towards the street with a sigh.

While watching the procession of people, I was deeply contemplating whether the Black Prince’s radical policies were indeed right and why on earth did this twisted brat come up with such a dangerous idea.

I was watching people laughing and chatting on the street and suddenly I said.

“Sir Ashley.”

“yes?”

“Do you know that?”

“What is it?”

I said, staring at the street that was starting to get noisy.

“There are a lot of bad guys in the world. Bad guys who get jealous and get angry when other people laugh.”

As Sir Ashley turned his head to follow my gaze, a fierce shout split the noisy crowd.

“You vulgar things! Get out of the way! Get out of the way! It’s the procession of the Viscountess Barrymore! Get out of the way!”

“What are you guys doing? Don’t get out of the way! Do you want to taste the whip?”

It was a large and ornate carriage.

Something shiny that looked like gold and jewels.

It was several times more splendid than that of the Black Prince, who was a member of the royal family.

On the contrary, the Black Prince had no special features other than the fact that the entire carriage was painted black.

It’s just built to be sturdy and practical, following the personality of a very down-to-earth guy.

Of course, the Black Prince was an odd one out, but in any case, these nobles, who were more splendid than royalty, were already rolling a large carriage down the middle of the street.

As if he had rented the street. He faced the crowd head on and confidently, without deliberately avoiding it.

As if to provide maximum inconvenience to the lowly commoners.

It was a pesky symbol.

‘Why are you going that way?’

Even this large carriage was a double-decker carriage. It had no roof.

Could the carriage the king rides be a three-story carriage?

The carriage roof, with its shallow railings, was fitted with a splendid, glittering seat, on which sat a plump noblewoman, her face half-hidden by her fan, looking down upon the crowd with a dignified air.

Naturally, it was decorated with all kinds of gold and jewels.

She looked at the lowly commoners and frowned as if she was dying from filth.

“Can’t you get out of the way?”

Below, people were hastily splitting to either side at the shout of the knight who was opening the way.

Some people fell down while trying to avoid the situation, and the knights lashed them with their fierce whip without fail.

Crack!

“What are you dawdling for! Why don’t you get up soon!”

“Ahh!”

“Your Majesty! I was wrong!”

I stared blankly at the sight.

What on earth did they do wrong?

And what is it that makes them so proud?

It was a moment when the Black Prince’s radical plan to hold a festival using the blood of the nobles suddenly became understandable.

“… … This is why I hate nobles.”

I muttered and looked at the last piece of chicken skewer left, putting my story into it.

Then, he threw it forward.

Wedge!

A chicken full of energy flew off the skewer and towards the fat lady who was pretending to be hungry.

puck!

“It’s so cool.”

I muttered happily and waved the skewer I was holding like a baton.

“Whoa!”

A scream arose.

Boom!

A noblewoman who was hit in the face by a chicken fell from a carriage on this level.

It was a very pleasant melody to listen to.

“ma’am!”

“Are you okay?”

“Who are you!”

“He’s an assassin!”

“Where did you fly in from!”

Even though the target of protection was on this floor, the knights who had been foolishly guarding the carriage on the first floor were startled and began to understand the situation.

Sir Ashley, who had been chewing on a skewer, turned his head and stared at me blankly.

“???????”

The slightly open mouthed expression was quite something to see.

At this time, the knights who realized the situation belatedly pointed this way.

“It’s him!”

Everyone’s attention was focused on him.

I stared blankly at those gazes, then turned my head towards Sir Ashley next to me.

People’s gaze shifted from me to Sir Ashley, who was blankly holding an empty skewer.

“……ah?”