A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 118



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Episode 118. Don’t Touch Me

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“Are you listening to me?”

“I’m listening.”

“What did I just say?”

“I’m last in line.”

The Black Prince sighed deeply as he tried to say something.

“Okay… Okay, I understand.”

I stared blankly at the Black Prince.

A situation where you unintentionally overhear fragments of the Black Prince’s past.

The prince surprisingly had a romantic side.

Yes, that’s right.

The last romantic of this era.

That was our prince.

A miracle happened and the unlucky table looked a little different.

In this way, miracles are an emanation from within to without.

What does this mean? I don’t know. It’s something my older sister often says.

Anyway, why is that guy so foul-mouthed and eccentric?

Why is the baby so twisted and distorted?

How did you come to have such radical and dangerous thoughts?

I understand to some extent.

But understanding is understanding. Unlucky is unlucky.

There’s no change to the fact that this guy is a fucking lucky guy.

There will be no change in my attitude toward the Black Prince because of this.

Suddenly Cheonma asked.

[Why did you become like that, boy?]

“……me?”

[Yes. Who else is here besides you?]

I answered, scratching my cheek.

“Isn’t it funny that an orphan from a back alley grows up to be a good person?”

[That’s true.]

I realized from Cheonma’s tone that he wasn’t just saying this to tease me.

“Master, what are you curious about?”

[It’s nothing.]

“It’s nothing special?”

[Your guy is a tough guy, his personality is also dirty, he is merciless to his enemies, and you can see his crazy nature in his eyes.]

“… … .”

[But when I see you showing compassion to people. Approaching children with a smile. Being polite to those who have received favors. Seeing you unconsciously trying not to cross any lines. I think there must be some reason behind it. That’s why I asked you.]

I kept my mouth shut for a moment.

At that moment, a little boy crouching in a back alley flashed before my eyes.

It was a rainy day.

[Are you listening?]

“… … Huh? Huh.”

[I didn’t ask for an answer right away. I just asked since we were on the subject.]

I nodded slowly.

“… … It’s a bit like that right now. I’ll tell you next time.”

[Okay.]

I shook my head to shake off the lingering thoughts, then unfurled my psychic vision and projected it at the knights across the arena.

The first prince, who was wrestling with the Black Prince, skipped over it lightly.

Because it’s none of my business whether the prince is strong or not.

I carefully observed the waves of mana – or ki – emanating from the knights standing beside him.

I examined each article one by one, stroking it from head to toe.

It is difficult to use it as a clear measure of strength, as some of the energy can be hidden or otherwise destroyed.

I was able to get a rough idea of ​​what the situation was like.

‘hmm.’

As expected, the momentum was either fierce or dull.

Every time I look at them one by one, I can’t help but be amazed.

It was no exaggeration when the Black Prince said that his knights were inferior to the First Prince in both quality and quantity.

I used to think that the Black Knights were pretty strong, but looking at it this way, I realized that the Black Prince was looking at them from a very objective perspective.

Judging by the aura they were emitting, they were so majestic that you would think they were the strongest knights you’ve ever met.

So I looked at 7 people and then I looked at the 8th person… … .

“… … Huh?”

Kipa wasn’t particularly strong compared to the other seven, but he felt familiar.

The aura emanating from it was familiar, and the atmosphere surrounding it was familiar.

The ninth knight, and the tenth knight.

It wasn’t fierce, but it was deep.

It was so deep that I couldn’t see inside.

It was like looking at a calm lake.

On the surface, it looks peaceful with the water gently rippling and the sunlight sparkling.

The deep part is so dark that it cannot be seen.

On the outside, it appears ordinary, but deep down, it hides evil.

If you jump in without knowing anything, you will be eaten.

Goosebumps ran up my spine.

Although his face was covered by a helmet, his overall silhouette was similar.

A giant over 2 meters tall, with a somewhat small but sleek body. And something in between.

I found myself mumbling to myself without realizing it.

“Hey… I think this is fucked up.”

Cheonmado also spoke with a smiling voice.

[This situation is turning out interestingly.]

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Luthier giggled and laughed quietly inside his helmet.

“I think you noticed?”

Only then did Van Dyke, behind bars, lower his gaze and look across the room.

“… … You’re quite quick-witted.”

Hugo, who was silent between the two, looked at the blind swordsman without saying a word.

“… … .”

Whether or not he knows that he is under the hot gaze of three people.

The blind swordsman called out to Ashley, who was beside him.

“Sir Ashley.”

She seemed to know the three royal knights when we met before.

So we can identify the three more clearly.

“yes?”

Ashley stared intently at the top of the arena where the King and the Knight of the Cold were, as if searching for someone, then blinked and looked at the blind swordsman.

He said, pointing to the opposite side.

“Look at those guys.”

Ashley’s gaze followed his finger to the knights of the First Prince.

“Yes. They are the knights of the First Prince. As I said before, they are not to be taken lightly. I dare say that even Lord Ashvan could get his nose hurt if he lets his guard down-”

“No, not those guys. Over there, next to them. There are three guys with different vibes.”

“Huh? Who are you talking about… … .”

Ashley opened her eyes half-closed and glared at where Ashvan was pointing, then suddenly opened them wide and let out a gasp.

“uh!”

Ashley looked at Ashvan with trembling eyes.

“Ashban-kong… … No way?”

“What do you think, Kyung?”

“I think this should not happen.”

“Me too. First of all, are you sure about them?”

“Yes. He’s wearing a helmet to cover his face, and the weapon on his waist is different, but… the mana energy he feels is the same. The appearance also matches.”

Ashvan laughed hollowly.

“I never thought it would turn out like this.”

I had expected that the royal knights would somehow intervene in the final battle, but I didn’t know it would turn out like this.

How could they support the First Prince with royal knights? Three of them, at that.

Ashley muttered, covering her mouth with one hand in surprise.

“I had a feeling I couldn’t see those three up there. They were there… …!”

“Sir Ashley. What’s the matter?”

In this ominous atmosphere, Count Hermann Stavanger and the Black Prince approached and asked.

When Ashley explained, they were astonished.

“her…….”

“… … Are you really crazy?”

As soon as he saw the three royal knights standing on the other side in disguise, the Black Prince quickly turned his head and glared at the top of the arena.

There was a king looking down at me with a leisurely face.

The father and son’s eyes met.

The old king laughed, twirling the crown on his finger.

The Black Prince’s expression naturally distorted.

Suddenly, I remembered what the first prince had said.

‘Poor guy. You don’t know anything. You’ve already lost. There was no way you could beat me in the first place.’

I just now realized the true meaning of those words.

1. Why was the prince so relaxed?

The father, the senile old king, raised the hand of the first prince even before the battle began.

By supporting the royal knights.

The showdown was merely a formality in the succession to the throne.

I had my doubts when the five knights I had been waiting for in Valeria disappeared without a trace like dust.

As far as he knew, there was only one force that could take away such powerful knights without a sound.

‘But, in this earnest way… …!’

Ugh!

The Black Prince gritted his teeth.

Apparently, the mad Linda and the Ghost thief had poisoned the three knights who were scheduled to participate in the final battle.

So is that the void they filled?

If he hadn’t been addicted, wouldn’t the sudden player change have happened?

No, that’s unlikely.

It is highly likely that he had been thinking about it before, as the knights who had been waiting in Valeria have already disappeared.

then…….

Bam.

Someone put a hand on his shoulder.

“calm down.”

Bonnie saw the blind swordsman staring at her.

Even though his eyes were covered with a black band, I still felt like I could see his gaze.

“Do you have time to be angry now?”

“… … .”

It was a strangely soothing voice.

‘That’s right.’

Why is it that everyone is distracted when everyone is calm and calm when everyone is upset?

Is it because he’s crazy?

“Don’t touch me.”

The Black Prince slapped his hand away and exhaled, calming his excitement.

I could hear his grumbling voice calling me an unlucky brat, but I ignored it and thought about it.

‘Is this a big deal?’

I accepted the situation clearly and then judged it calmly.

‘This is serious business.’

There is only one person on our side who can defeat the Royal Knight.

Ashley Kyung might be able to put up a fight to some extent, but I don’t think he’ll be able to win.

That’s understandable, as the opponents are the royal knights of the Blake family. Among them, they are the most prominent ones.

‘Bok-sil- no, the possibility of Roetgel’s hardness is slim.’

To be honest, I’m not even sure if he can beat the First Prince’s Knight.

I have no choice but to judge it that way calmly.

Because time was so short, and before becoming Vlad’s master, he seemed weaker than his own Black Knights.

‘then.’

The Black Prince looked at the man in front of him.

Interest comes to the conclusion that all three royal knights must be defeated.

“What are you looking at? You idiot with no brains.”

“… … .”

No matter how much he overcame the bitter cold, he still suffered serious injuries.

I heard he didn’t wake up for over a week.

Not only that, his left arm was completely torn off, so he had to eat with only one hand.

Fortunately, he had good resilience and got better quickly, but… … .

The Count said that he was playing with the cold, but I never took such nonsense seriously in the first place.

If he was strong enough to play with the Knight of the Cold, why didn’t he wake up for over a week in the first place?

That doesn’t make sense.

In fact, the cold weather returned relatively unscathed. The only things that were left were his clothes torn and a little bit of blood froze.

‘Therefore, it can be said that after a fierce battle against the bitter cold, it was barely defeated.’

Of course, that would be a huge feat, but it’s unclear whether it would be so huge that it could single-handedly take down three royal knights.

The Black Prince quickly looked at the three royal knights opposite him.

His eyes sparkled with hope.

The only good news was that the weapons each of them had on their waists were not their primary weapons.

I don’t know if it’s a minimal disguise to keep one’s identity unknown or if it’s an advantage.

A roughly turned-over helmet with another weapon.

It’s like turning a blind eye, but there’s nothing we can do about it now.

Even if you raise suspicions, they won’t listen to you.

We have no choice but to fight.

The Black Prince, who quickly gathered his thoughts, placed a hand on the blind swordsman’s shoulder.

Then he said in a solemn tone.

“devil.”

“What the heck?”

“This match is up to you.”

“… … .”

Ashvan looked at the black prince with a blank expression, then slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“… … .”