A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 119
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Episode 119. Biting the Fire X
The king muttered as he twirled the crown on his finger.
“… … What are you saying? I can’t hear you very well.”
The king is currently looking down at the direction where the Black Prince is.
1. It seemed like they had already noticed that the prince was looking towards me right after checking, but because of the distance, I couldn’t hear what they were talking about.
Curiosity was blossoming.
“Lord Sulkov.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Can you hear what they are saying?”
“If you want to listen, you can listen.”
“Then listen to me.”
“yes.”
Sulkov drew up the mana within his body and focused his hearing.
The noise of the numerous audience members chatting was deafening, but as soon as I focused my consciousness on one place, other sounds faded away and only the sound of the place I wanted to hear came into my ears.
It was a use of mana that was close to an art that other articles could not even imitate.
Sulkov concentrated on the voice coming from below, trying to be the king’s ear.
But soon, at the sound of voices that were heard, Sulkov’s face took on an unusually bewildered expression.
-What are you looking at? You idiot with no brains.
A bastard who doesn’t have a sprout for the prince?
Are you really crazy?
The king, after checking Sulkov’s expression, asked in a curious voice.
“What? What did you say?”
“Oh, no, that’s… … .”
Sulkov was unexpectedly embarrassed.
He looked as if he didn’t know what to say to the king.
The king was even more intrigued.
“But what did you say?”
Before Sulkov could explain anything, other sounds were heard.
-Don’t touch me.
-… … This country bumpkin.
The king said in a surprised voice.
“Huh? Just look at those guys.”
The Black Prince and the blind swordsman were swinging their fists at each other, and the other knights quickly intervened to stop them.
The king chuckled.
“Sir Sulkov. You don’t have to tell me. I have a rough idea of what’s going on.”
“……yes.”
The king smiled with satisfaction.
“This is it. This is what I wanted to see. I’m tired of boring stories that are predictable.”
“… … .”
“If that guy sits on the throne, there will be big changes, for better or worse.”
The king watched the scene for a while, giggling, and then muttered quietly in a smiling voice.
“The stage is set, devil. Go wild.”
“… … .”
The voice was so small that only Sulkov could hear it.
But he couldn’t figure out what that meant.
Just following orders.
The king waved his hand.
“Let’s begin now.”
As Ho-han looked behind him, a man who had been waiting nodded and ran straight forward, holding something in his hand.
He quickly passed by the throne and then leapt down towards the arena.
The wind caused by the man to blow violently, causing Sulkov and the king’s hair to flutter.
The startled audience turned their attention to the man falling like a star towards the stadium.
Screams rose from all sides.
thud!
The man landed safely in the middle of the stadium and then looked around the stadium and smiled.
It was the laughter of a prankster who succeeded at his prank.
The prankster in the golden armor shouted at what he was holding in his hand.
The sound was amplified and thunderous, reverberating throughout the stadium.
-Wow!
In an instant, worried screams and concerns turned into cheers.
The king, who had been watching quietly, smiled.
“The youngest is so smart.”
The cold nodded.
“He’s a lively guy.”
The man, who introduced himself as Royal Knight Aaron Horvath, smiled broadly and shouted with exaggerated gestures.
-Wow!
* * *
I looked at the man who had just finished his fistfight with the Black Prince and was falling like a star in the middle of the stadium.
Judging by his gold-decorated armor, he seemed to be a royal knight.
He looked to be in his early to mid thirties, and he seemed very energetic.
He spoke into what appeared to be a short club, a magical device that amplified the voice.
-Wow!
The Black Prince spoke in a trembling voice.
“This showdown is groundbreaking in many ways.”
I asked.
“Hasn’t it been like this before?”
“One of the royal knights will be selected to act as referee and host to conduct the match. Naturally, the way he conducts the match will vary depending on his personality.”
“aha.”
“I haven’t seen it myself. But from what I’ve heard, it’s mostly been conducted in a somewhat solemn atmosphere.”
“I see.”
The cool-looking Aaron Horvath, referee, host and royal knight, explained the rules.
Even talking about it felt refreshing.
“That’s right.”
“I see.”
Suddenly, I felt a yawn and let it out, and the Black Prince glared at me.
I nodded with a serious expression, as if it meant that he wanted me to listen carefully.
I gave a thumbs up for the clear explanation.
Then, unexpectedly, Aaron looked at me and gave me a thumbs up.
… … This feels really refreshing.
Feeling good after receiving Aaron’s compliment, I looked at the Black Prince.
“Who is first?”
I think I heard the order of play before, but I couldn’t remember anything other than that I was last.
The Black Prince’s eyes, which had been scanning the knights, stopped at one place.
“Lord Walpole.”
“Yes, yes!”
Walpole answered in a very nervous voice.
“Have a nice trip.”
Walpole took a deep breath and answered briskly.
“I will do my best.”
Sir Walpole, whose left hand and left foot go out together.
… … He looked quite nervous.
The Count of Starvanger, Lord Ashley, and myself, all of whom appear to be of little trust.
The three guardians rushed to surround Walpole and showered him with encouragement.
The count spoke first.
“Lord Walpole, don’t be nervous.”
“Oh, I wasn’t nervous.”
I intervened.
“You’re lying.”
The count continued.
“I chose you for a reason. You haven’t shown everything you have yet. I believe in your potential, so you have to believe in me too. Do you understand what I mean?”
“……yes!”
“Okay. That’s the look in your eyes.”
The earl patted Walpole on the shoulder and smiled kindly.
It was like watching a father encouraging his son.
This time it was the turn of the mother – no, of Lord Ashley, Walpole’s superior and the Knight Commander.
She looked straight into Walpole’s eyes.
“Lord Walpole.”
“yep!”
“You know very well what a glorious position this is.”
“Of course!”
“Come and pour it all out.”
“yes!”
Lord Ashley inspired Walpole with a few words.
As expected of the Knight Commander. There was a good reason why he took Sir Curtis’ place.
Finally it was my turn.
What role am I? An uncle? A neighborhood older brother? I don’t know.
Walpole, who had been encouraged by the two men, looked at me with sparkling eyes.
It was a look in his eyes that seemed to indicate that he was really looking forward to what he would say.
The Count and Sir Ashley looked at me with similar eyes.
“… … .”
Suddenly I felt burdened.
“Ahem. Lord Walpole.”
“yes!”
“cheer up.”
“……yes?”
“Cheer up.”
Walpole looked at me with eyes full of disappointment.
“… … Is that the answer?”
I looked at Walpole.
“What more do you want? Why don’t you get out quickly?”
Only then did Walpole seem to relax and laugh as he climbed up onto the stage.
“Yes. Then I will go.”
“… … .”
I looked at Walpole like that and then said something that came to mind belatedly.
“Lord Walpole, the fight is all about momentum. Come in with the determination to bite that s***!”
Walpole glanced back, then nodded with a serious expression.
“Bite the fireX. I’ll keep that in mind.”
The Count and Sir Ashley looked at me with somewhat bewildered eyes, but I paid them no mind.
The devil chuckled.
[You were always so noisy. But now that it’s important, you’re saying things like “biting the bullet”?]
“So what? There’s nothing more lethal than biting a bull’s ass.”
[That’s true.]
I stared blankly at Walpole and the other knight, who I had met in the center of the stage, with their arms crossed.
The square platform located within the circular arena was positioned so that its corners pierced the circle.
It’s as if a square born within a circle has grown to its limit.
Naturally, there were four corners of the circle cut into a square, and we were located in one of them.
The stage was so large that it took up most of the stadium, so it seemed like there would be no need to worry about the outside of the stadium.
The two shook hands and then drew their swords while keeping some distance between each other.
Aaron called out the names of the two knights one by one, then paused for a moment.
At the referee’s words, the two knights charged at each other fiercely.
And then, the clash.
bang!
-Wow!
The cheers of the crowd poured down on the two knights.
Buck! Buck! Bang!
The match was tighter than expected.
Walpole swung his sword fiercely, as if he were really giving it his all.
Was it because I told you about Unma and Josik? It seemed like he had gotten stronger in the meantime.
I could see a look of surprise on the other knight’s face.
But rather than being really surprised, I felt more like, ‘This is pretty good.’
Chaechaechaechae!
The two knights exchanged swords fiercely without stopping.
The cheers of the people grew louder.
To them, it may seem like a close fight, with no room for compromise, but… … .
The expressions of the knights, including me, hardened.
Because a huge gap was visible between the two.
The bastard was playing along with Walpole’s flow and was looking for a clear opening.
He was leisurely taking or avoiding attacks while handing over the initiative.
Walpole probably thinks he has the upper hand.
Experienced and careful.
The author probably didn’t let his guard down even when dealing with a kid. Maybe that’s why he came to that place.
Sir Stephen, you said. The opponent was much stronger than I thought.
Then, he started to sneakily show his weaknesses.
“Ugh!”
The moment Walpole, who had seized the opportunity, swung his sword engulfed in aura in a large diagonal direction from bottom to top.
I caught the other knight’s eyes gleaming.
I shouted without realizing it.
“damage!”
The opponent’s sword flashed.
Then one of Walpole’s arms flew away, spraying blood, and landed on one side of the pitch.
puck.
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