A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 120



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Episode 120. Why are you laughing?

As if cold water had been poured over the stadium, silence suddenly fell.

“… … .”

I looked at the arms scattered on one side of the stadium.

It was an inorganic sight.

‘How, even if I were the officiant… … .’

I don’t know why that thought suddenly came to mind.

I turned my gaze towards where the arm had flown from.

There, Walpole was catching his breath, keeping his distance from Stephen.

It looked like he had retreated quickly as soon as his arm was cut off.

“Ugh… Ugh… … .”

With his remaining right arm, he held the sword without letting go, and let it hang limply toward the floor.

I felt a certain obsession.

Blood dripped from the severed arm.

“Ugh… … !”

Still, Walpole did not fall.

Stephen, who had blown off Walpole’s arm in an instant, also looked at Walpole with a surprised expression.

Walpole didn’t give up.

He lifted the sword with only one remaining hand.

His hands were trembling.

Stefan spoke to him in a quiet tone.

“Surrender.”

Walpole chuckled.

“absoluteness.”

Walpole answered like that and staggered forward.

“Eww!”

Hmph!

It was a sword fight without any sense.

The tip of the sword shook as it was, and the original, neat sword technique was nowhere to be found.

Originally, losing an arm was this fatal.

You lose your center of gravity and your original swordsmanship.

Rather, it would be strange to swing a sword and say it’s good.

“Kwaaah!”

But still, there was momentum.

It was like a wounded beast trying to bite me somehow.

It was brutal.

As I was watching the game, I could feel my heart getting warmer for some reason.

Stephen dodged Walpole’s poorly aimed attacks with a puzzled look on his face before kicking him in the stomach.

puck!

“Cough!”

Walpole rolled around the pitch helplessly.

“Coolook! Coolook!”

Stefan spoke again in a quiet tone.

I thought it was because I was spreading my wings that far, but I don’t think other people would be able to hear it.

“… … Don’t get up.”

But Walpole, coughing as if he were going to die, rose unsteadily, leaning on his sword like a cane.

-……ah.

A sigh came from someone in the audience.

Aaron, the referee, came and asked.

“Do you surrender?”

Walpole shook his head.

“……then.”

Aaron stepped back again.

A reverent atmosphere permeated the stadium.

The people were cheering Walpole on with their silence.

I suddenly looked to the side.

There, Count Starvanger was watching the game with a smile on his face.

No, he was smiling, but he wasn’t laughing.

The Count’s eyes, seen from the side, were covered in wrinkles, as if they were crumpled paper. The sight was eerie. It was like a ghost laughing.

I looked at the vivid murderous intent in the Count’s eyes and then turned my gaze to the stadium.

Walpole took a deep breath, then raised his sword and pointed it at Stephen.

“Come at it.”

“… … .”

Stephen looked at Walpole for a moment and then asked.

“There is no chance of Kyung winning. Why don’t you surrender?”

Walpole said with a grin.

“I haven’t bitten off his balls yet.”

“……what?”

“The fight is… momentum!”

Walpole rushed in.

Chaechang!

“Eww!”

Walpole lunged with all his might, but the aura on his sword was gradually fading.

Originally, an aura was something that could only be created by extreme concentration.

It was rather strange that he was maintaining his aura as he was swinging his severed arm around, blood splattering everywhere.

Stephen took Walpole’s attack with a look on his face that said he didn’t know what to do.

At that moment, someone from the opposite camp shouted.

“Sir Stephen! What are you doing!”

1 It was the voice of the prince.

Stefan chewed his lip and struck Walpole’s sword away.

Zzz!

Then he advanced immediately, placed his sword against Walpole’s, and whispered softly enough for only him to hear.

“Surrender. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to kill you.”

Walpole laughed.

“Then kill him. What are you thinking about?”

“… … .”

“I too… am a knight. I too have a sense of chivalry in my heart.”

Stefan was in a moment of hesitation

.

Woof!

The brown aura on Walpole’s sword, which had been faintly fluttering as if on the verge of going out, exploded into flames.

It was like seeing the last spark.

puck!

Walpole kicked the surprised Stephen in the chest, and the recoil sent him flying backwards, before spinning around in the air and throwing his sword.

“Urgh!!”

A sword blazing brown flew towards Stefan.

Wedge!

“what!”

A surprised Stefan parried the surprise attack, but the power contained in it was by no means light.

Walpole’s sword tore through Stephen’s outer thigh and lodged in the floor.

bang!

At the same time, Walpole fell violently to the floor.

Boom!

He muttered as he lay on the floor.

“Hehehe… It’s not like it’s balls, but how about this?”

From the other side, the angry voice of the first prince was heard.

“Stefan! What are you doing!”

After checking the wound, Stefan tore the cloth attached to his armor and tied it tightly around his thigh. He then walked over and looked down at Walpole.

“… …Your name?”

Walpole replied with a grin.

“Walpole.”

“Lord Walpole. I will remember you.”

Then he lowered his sword with a pious expression.

The moment his sword turned into a ray of light and was about to cut through a knight’s neck.

Zzz!

Another ray of light blocked it.

The count, who had run out without anyone noticing, blocked Stefan’s sword.

The count said with a ghostly grin.

“Lord Walpole. Thank you for your hard work.”

Walpole looked up at the Earl with bleary eyes and spoke stammeringly.

Now that he was relaxed, the aftereffects of having his arm cut off seemed to be washing over him.

“My… lord… I’m sorry… I couldn’t… complete the mission… .”

“It’s noisy.”

The earl interrupted Walpole’s continued speech.

Then he grabbed Walpole by the back of the neck with one hand and threw him backwards without even looking.

Wedge!

Walpole came flying through the air at incredible speed.

Sir Ashley jumped up and easily caught the flying Lord Walpole.

As soon as she landed on the ground, she picked up Walpole and ran to the waiting room.

The Black Prince immediately gave instructions.

“Bring me the severed arm! I can reattach it!”

But because of the rules, I couldn’t just go up to the stage.

Because if someone steps onto the stage, the Count is automatically defeated.

It was a situation where I couldn’t do anything.

At this point, Aaron, who was watching the judgment, approached and handed Walpole’s severed arm to the Black Prince.

“Is the priest waiting?”

“exactly.”

“If you take action right away, you can get it pasted.”

The Black Prince nodded.

“Thank you.”

Aaron looked at the Black Prince with a slightly surprised expression and shook his head.

“no.”

The Black Prince immediately handed Walpole’s arm to the approaching Black Knight.

He raised his arms and hurried to the waiting room.

Aaron, who was watching the scene, muttered.

“You wrote a good article.”

The Black Prince answered in a bitter tone.

“… … Thank you so much.”

Only then did I let go of the sword handle I was holding.

He was holding it so tightly that his entire hand turned white.

If the Count hadn’t gone out, I would have gone out.

[I held on well.]

I nodded, repeatedly opening and closing my hands.

I scanned the stands, where cheers were erupting, and looked up to where the king was.

The king was laughing.

* * *

“It’s useful.”

The king sat down in his chair, his chin resting on one hand.

“This is a rare article.”

The cold answered as it watched the blind swordsman let go of his sword handle.

“Yes.”

Below, the nobles were making a fuss.

“Poohaha! You’re holding on so well. You should have given up when your arm fell off.”

“You don’t even know your own abilities? Tsk tsk. How can you be so foolish.”

“What on earth is the author Stephan doing? He lets his guard down and gets injured for no reason.”

“Tsk tsk. That’s what happens when you call yourself a knight.”

In response to the nobles sitting on the right speaking, the young noble sitting on the opposite side spoke in a gloomy tone.

“Just keep your mouth shut and watch.”

“What, what?”

“What do you piglets know when you’ve never even swung a sword?”

“Is that guy really crazy… … !”

Other nobles who supported the Black Prince also added their words.

“He lost, but he is a knight worthy of respect.”

“You should stop talking nonsense.”

“Just because you have a piercing mouth doesn’t mean you can say whatever you want. Don’t you know that yet? Tsk tsk.”

“Hey, Inom!”

1 The prince’s nobles burst into anger with their faces turned red.

No one cared about him.

On the other side of the stadium, Prince 1 was glaring at Stefan’s back with a displeased expression.

“What are you doing? Didn’t I tell you not to let your guard down?”

He continued to mutter to himself, seemingly displeased.

“You could have killed him earlier, so why did you drag him around like a fool and end up getting injured? Because of that, you couldn’t finish him off properly.”

“… … .”

“Tsk. The beginning of a fight is important. You have to suppress the spirit in the beginning.”

1The prince’s knights were silent.

They were knights anyway.

After seeing the fierce fighting at Walpole, I didn’t want to say anything bad.

They showed their respect by remaining silent.

The prince glanced at the knights and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“Tsk. That’s why these knights. What is their honor?”

“… … .”

But it didn’t go any further than that.

Van Dijk, who was watching the game, muttered quietly with his arms crossed.

“That guy. He might even come up here.”

The silent Victor nodded slightly, and Luthier looked at Van Dyke with a look of surprise on his face.

Van Dyke added in a low tone.

“I just crossed the line.”

Luthi nodded slightly, recalling the brown aura that had suddenly burst into flames at the last moment.

While the three royal knights were each lost in their own thoughts about the fight the young knight had shown, the first prince shouted toward the arena.

“Stefan! I won’t tolerate any more mistakes!”

Aaron called out.

The two knights answered by pointing their swords at each other.

Aaron nodded.

The game started, but they stood still and stared at each other as if they didn’t hear the sound.

Then suddenly, Stefan asked.

“Why are you laughing?”

Hermann answered.

“It’s a long-standing habit. When I get angry, I start to laugh.”

“I see.”

“That’s right.”

“… … .”

“… … .”

“I won’t say sorry. This was a duel where our lives were at stake.”

Hermann shook his head.

“I didn’t expect it. Rather, I’m grateful. Because you didn’t treat me like a kid, but treated me seriously.”

“A love song? That’s an exaggeration.”

“Aren’t you a kid from your perspective or mine? You still lack experience. Especially in psychological warfare.”

“I don’t think that’s wrong. But.”

Stefan paused for a moment and then said.

“Great article.”

“That’s true.”

Hermann’s smile deepened.

He asked, his eyes drawn to the cloth wrapped around Stephan’s thigh.

Blood was gushing out.

“Is your injury okay?”

“It’s not something to worry about.”

The two exchanged glances.

“Senior. Please help me with a favor.”

“Then let’s play.”

Two knights clashed.