A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 11



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Episode 11. This isn’t black magic.

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After enjoying lunch with the toad, I returned to my room and rested.

I opened my eyes while eating breakfast.

It didn’t seem like they’d barge into the room in broad daylight.

The Baron must have thought so too, which is why he was stalling, saying it would take time to raise the money.

That meant there was plenty of free time left until dinner.

It was free.

You can’t go outside and swing your sword and train.

Is there any fool who would reveal his own cards in the middle of enemy territory?

I can’t walk around with peace of mind because there are eyes watching me wherever I go.

In the end, I have to stay in the room… … .

It is ambiguous to practice martial arts while repeating the cycle of one week.

This is because Cheonma scared him by saying that if someone touches him while he is doing Iljucheon, his blood vessels will become distorted and he will become possessed by a demon.

So, I opened my eyes after doing a simple exercise of gathering the energy floating around me and storing it in my danjeon.

Unlike the forest, the energy here was not so good, so I didn’t feel like eating breakfast.

Eventually, I folded my arms and called out to Cheonma, thinking deeply.

“Master.”

[What is it?]

“Can you use something like a clone technique?”

[Are you talking about the clone technique?]

“Yeah. I’m going to create something that looks exactly like me to confuse my enemies.”

[It may be a worthless trick, but… of course I can do it. There is nothing I cannot do.]

It didn’t even strike me as arrogant because he spoke in a tone that was so obvious.

“Really? Then teach me. I have a lot of time.”

[There are many different types of clone techniques. Clone techniques using afterimages, Taoist techniques used by Taoists, clone techniques using shadows used by assassins, and… … .]

It seemed that Cheonma was bored, so he participated more enthusiastically than expected.

“I don’t know much, so Master, please choose something that’s moderately easy. Something that I can learn before night falls. It doesn’t have to be that perfect. It’ll be dark anyway, so I won’t be able to see very well.”

[Then, the illusionary clone technique would be appropriate.]

I studied the illusionary art diligently from Cheonma until night came.

Since it was learned as an attribute, the completion level is low, it is somewhat awkward below the neck, and the duration is short, but it seems usable.

Anyway, you can just cover your neck with a blanket.

Cheonma, who was watching me diligently practicing the illusionary art, suddenly asked.

[But why are you suddenly asking me to teach you how to clone yourself?]

“just.”

I answered with a snicker.

“I thought it would be fun.”

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“Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha!”

A severed head was laughing madly on the bed.

“That, that!”

Several knights, including the Baron, had already collapsed, their legs giving out.

The Baron of Barranquilla shouted, pointing with a trembling hand to his head, which was laughing madly alone.

“Stop it! Make it shut up! Make it shut up!”

“Put the pressure down!”

Kale brought his sword down on his smiling head.

Bam!

Then the head split and the laughter stopped.

Where his head had been, the pillow that had been rolled up into a circle was now split in half.

“What the heck is this… … .”

At that moment, everyone in the room was frozen stiff.

A soft voice came from above.

“It’s a wonderful night, isn’t it?”

“What!”

Before anyone could even raise their heads in surprise.

A single ray of starlight fell in the middle of a room as dark as the night sky.

Kwaaaaang!

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“My lord!”

Kale quickly dragged the Baron out of the room.

“Are you okay?”

“Um, what the heck is that… … ?”

The Baron of Barranquilla muttered in a trembling voice.

“Is it black magic?”

But Kale knew that now was not the time for a leisurely Q&A.

“I don’t know! Let’s just avoid it for now!”

Kale took hold of his master’s arm and helped him up, then glanced around the room.

In the midst of the darkness, the sound of sharp iron objects clashing was loud.

It was not a natural darkness, born of the absence of sunlight.

It was the kind of darkness that trembled ominously, as if it were alive.

“My lord, hurry!”

Kale ran down the hallway, practically dragging the Baron along.

“Isn’t there anyone here?”

Urgent footsteps were heard from across the hallway, and a group of soldiers rushed in.

“What’s going on!”

“Black magic… … Cursed black magic!”

“Huh? Black magic?”

To the soldiers who came running after hearing the commotion, Kale handed over the Baron, who was still unconscious.

“Jacob, Matthew!”

“yes!”

“You take your lord to a safe place!”

“yes!”

Kale looked at the other soldier and spoke in an urgent tone.

“And Allen! You go and take my armor—”

bang!

Kale’s words were cut off by a loud noise coming from the room.

“Damn it!”

Kale realized that he didn’t have the leisure to bring armor or anything like that.

He turned his back to the soldiers and shouted after beating his past self, who had the naive thought that he didn’t really need armor to deal with a drunken, sleeping man, a couple of times.

“The rest of the soldiers, guard this hallway with me! Everyone, draw your swords!”

“yes!”

The soldiers lined up along one side of the corridor, with Kale in the lead, their faces tense and their swords raised.

Kale asked.

“What about the other guys?”

“On the way!”

Kale quickly formulated a plan in his head.

We can’t stop that guy with this number of people.

We must buy as much time as possible until reinforcements arrive.

As Cale was gathering his thoughts, a soldier asked in a nervous voice.

“Sir Kale. What happened?”

Kale answered.

“I don’t know either.”

“yes?”

The soldiers looked at Kale’s back with bewildered faces.

Kale was being honest.

He didn’t know exactly what had happened in the room. He had definitely been cut off.

But the head of the guy who was thought to be dead suddenly came back to life and started laughing like crazy, and then suddenly fell from the ceiling with a beam of light.

There wasn’t much Kale could do in that situation.

In a situation where it was impossible to see ahead as if covered in a dark fog, I barely managed to find Young-ju by voice and evacuated him from the room.

That’s it.

He also couldn’t figure out what had happened for a while.

It was full of incomprehensible things.

But one thing was certain.

The opponent is no ordinary guy.

Kale said in a grave tone.

“Everyone, stay alert. The enemy is casting strange magic.”

“yes!”

Hurt.

“Huh!”

Kale felt a pain in his side belatedly.

It was a wound he received when he fell from the ceiling with a beam of light.

I thought I instinctively dodged by jumping, but I didn’t completely avoid it.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s nothing. He’ll be out of that room soon. Focus!”

“yes!”

Everyone held their breath and watched the front.

After a while, the clanging sound of swords stopped.

A terrible silence fell.

It spread stealthily through the room and into the hallway.

“… … Gulp.”

Someone gulped.

Cold sweat ran down my back.

At that moment, a faint, acrid darkness flowed out like smoke from the room where the sound had stopped.

And then a man covered in blood walked out of the room.

“Huh!”

The soldiers gasped as soon as they saw him.

A man shrouded in darkness walked out of the room and looked this way.

The man’s sharp red eyes pierced through the fading darkness.

“Ah, Sir Kale.”

The man said with a grin.

Darkness was flowing out from the man’s sword, which was dripping with blood, and an eerie smile was on his lips.

When Kale saw that, he felt the blood in his whole body turn cold.

I thought I had brought the rampaging pup back to the main camp and locked it up, but it turned out I had brought a monster into the yard.

Ashvan said.

“Our Lord Kale. I was wondering where you were, and you were there?”

Kale answered in an effort to remain calm.

“Did you know how to use black magic?”

Ashvan tilted his head and replied.

“Isn’t this black magic?”

“If that ominous darkness isn’t black magic, then what is it?”

“Martial arts.”

“Martial arts?”

Ashvan said, stroking the sword.

“It’s really cool. It looks like magic, but it’s not magic. It’s a magical martial art. Isn’t it cool? What was the name of the martial art…? What was it? What did you say, Master? Oh, that’s right. It’s called the Night Sky Moon Art. No, I know it, but I just forgot for a moment. I might have forgotten for a moment.”

“… … .”

Kale and the soldiers stared blankly for a moment at Ashvan, who was muttering to himself.

The tips of the soldiers’ swords were shaking one by one.

Kale asked.

“What did the knights inside do?”

Ashvan chuckled.

“What are you asking? Whose blood do you think this is?”

Ugh.

Kale gritted his teeth.

Ashvan asked, glancing around.

“Where did our lord go? I had something to ask you.”

“What a crazy guy. Are you planning to kill the lord?”

Ashvan shrugged.

“No, well. It depends on the answer.”

“Do you know what it means to kill a nobleman?”

Kale shouted.

“You must know what it means to kill a noble in the Blake Kingdom!”

Ashvan asked with wide eyes.

“What does it mean?”

“Killing a noble is like crossing a river of no return. Not only will you be wanted, but you will also have a huge bounty. There will be no one in the country who doesn’t know your name!”

Ashvan just listened silently.

At his response, Kale continued speaking with a glimmer of hope.

“The entire kingdom will hunt you down. Not only regular knights and knight-errants, but also bounty hunters, mercenaries, bloodthirsty swordsmen, wandering wizards, and all the devils who hide in the shadows of the kingdom!”

“Ah… … Really?”

However, the man with bloodshot eyes smiled as if he was happy.

“Isn’t that gorgeous?”

Kale stared blankly at him for a moment at his unexpected reaction, then unconsciously let down the tip of his sword.

But then he raised his sword again and looked straight at the man who was smiling at him.

“I will probably die. But before I die, I can tell you one thing for sure. If you kill the lord, you will never die in peace either.”

“Is it a curse?”

“If it’s a curse, then it is a curse. So, go. This is your final warning. Take that damned dagger and leave this place!”

“No, why are you making a fuss when you invited us?”

Ashvan muttered with a bewildered expression.

“You were the ones who conspired to kill me first, so why are you making me out to be the bad guy? Huh? This feels gross.”

Kale glared at Ashvan without saying a word.

The sound of footsteps coming from behind was getting closer.

“Keel, let me ask you one thing.”

“What is it?”

“Why are you so loyal to that toad? He’s not worth it. You should know that after just a quick meal.”

The corner of Kale’s mouth went up to one side.

“You fool. Do you know honor? This is my chivalry.”

The smile disappeared from Ashvan’s face.

“… … You too, after all, are someone who lives as yourself.”

“What are you saying?”

Until then, black fog continued to pour out from Ashvan’s sword.

Before we knew it, the water had risen to the soldiers’ knees.

Just then, reinforcements arrived from behind.

“Sir Kale! What’s going on!”

Ashvan silently raised his sword.

“It’s a shame.”

It wasn’t the time to explain the situation.

Kale shouted.

“Coming!”

Ashvan kicked the ground and rushed forward.

Kale gritted his teeth and raised his sword.

A faint aura enveloped his sword.

Kale followed Ashvan’s movements with his eyes.

He held the sword handle taut, as if he was about to swing it at any moment.

‘Where are you? Where are you coming from?’

But Kale couldn’t see the tip of Ashvan’s sword.

hook-

The dark waves that had been crashing against his feet suddenly rose up and covered him.

‘no!’

A pitch-black night sky spread out before the soldiers’ eyes.

The soldiers screamed in fear as their vision became dark.

“Eww! What is this!”

“I can’t see it!”

In the midst of that chaos, Kale realized.

That it wasn’t just this side that was wasting time.

A ray of starlight tore through the night sky and struck them.