A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 122



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Episode 122. The Great Wandering Knight

I recruited the Black Prince and Bok-sil, and then persuaded them.

The count has already done his best.

At that age, already retired, he defeated that ignorant knight named Stefan.

Isn’t that enough to do everything?

It looks like they’ll continue the game like this, but it’ll be hard to win even if they injure their opponent.

Defeat won’t be an easy defeat.

This time my shoulder was pierced, so next time I’m lucky if at least one arm doesn’t fly off.

The Earl is not as young as Walpole, so it is doubtful whether he will be able to get his arms around.

Since I’m going to blow away the remaining ones anyway, let’s have the Count come down.

“… … .”

The Black Prince listened silently and then looked at me.

“so?”

“So, let’s change the players.”

I looked at Bok-sil.

“I think the next one would be Bok-sil.”

Bok-sil nodded.

“That’s right.”

The Black Prince, who had been pondering for a moment, asked for the opinions of Bok-sil and Sir Ashley.

“What do you think, sir?”

Bok-sil answered in a calm tone.

“I don’t mind.”

Sir Ashley answered.

“I also agree with Ashvan Gong’s opinion. I don’t think the Lord should let the game continue like that.”

The Black Prince looked at Bok-sil.

“Then, Sir Rötgel, when you are ready, come up.”

“yes.”

Bok-sil took a deep breath, then muttered something softly while holding the sword handle.

I’m glad that there are more and more people who talk to themselves, but it’s true that I’m worried.

This is because Bok-sil Kyung-eun has been meditating while holding onto Vlad since yesterday.

I asked Bok-sil Kyung.

“Bok-sil, Kyung. Are you okay?”

Bok-sil looked at me with clear eyes.

“No problem.”

“okay?”

“exactly.”

“Then get out of here quickly. Why are you mumbling and wasting time?”

“… … .”

Bok-sil looked at me while holding the knife handle.

At that moment, he felt as if he was about to draw his sword, so he took a step back and looked into Bok-sil’s eyes.

The eyes were calm like a deep lake.

Somewhere deep down there, Vlad must be sleeping.

… … Where can I find such a red lake?

“devil.”

“what.”

“You can control it to some extent, but the more power you bring, the more you lose control.”

This meant that the stronger the opponent, the more Vlad’s power had to be raised, which meant that the possibility of going berserk also increased.

But this time, since I can’t get up on stage, he seems to be worried that if he goes wild, there will be no one to stop him.

I dispersed Bok-sil’s worries.

“Don’t worry. The judge over there is a great royal knight, and in the worst case scenario, the show-off Hakhan up there will just show up.”

“… … I see.”

Bok-sil nodded after checking Aaron in the stadium and Ho-han up there.

They’ll take care of it.

If they can’t do anything about it, I can step in the moment Bok-sil leaves the stage.

“Okay, I’ll go then.”

“Go. Show me the fear of a wandering knight.”

The great knight-errant ascended the podium.

I looked at Bok-sil’s back and tilted my head.

When I think about it, it’s because his eyes looked strangely calm.

* * *

Count Hermann locked eyes with the red-eyed wandering knight, Bok-sil.

I looked at the Black Prince below the stage.

When the Black Prince nodded and gestured for him to come down, the Count let out a deep sigh and dissipated the momentum he had been building up.

Step by step.

The two knights passed each other as if they were crossing paths.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“Please take care of the back.”

Bok-sil walked forward with calm steps and reached the center of the stadium.

Sir Lionel, who was watching Bok-sil walk from the other side, glanced back and exchanged glances with the First Prince.

‘The devil in the red eye has appeared.’

‘Okay. Let’s go ahead with the plan.’

Aaron said.

“Are you ready?”

Lionel nodded, and Bok-sil raised one hand.

“for a moment.”

Sling-

He drew his sword, then cut his own hand lightly and fed the blood flowing from there to the blade.

Kiiing!

The blood-soaked blade screamed, emitting blood energy.

It seemed like lava was boiling and sparks were flying.

The audience that saw it roared.

“It’s the red sword! Could it be that I’ve only heard of… …!”

“That is the ninth famous sword of Oposus… …!”

“The last famous sword of Oposis!”

“The Black Prince has appointed the King’s knights!”

It was a commotion that started from the people the Black Prince had planted in the game.

If you think about it carefully, those words were clearly intended, but no one thought about it that deeply.

A knight with a famous sword is the symbol of a knight of the king.

The intention was to subtly impress upon the viewer who the rightful heir to the throne was, and who the true king of Blake was.

But there were also anxious voices among them.

“Then… the author is the Red-Eyed Demon?”

“Hey, that can’t be. It’s different from what I saw on the wanted poster.”

“This guy. You say you defeated the Knight of the Cold. There’s no way you could do that without wielding the same famous sword of Oposis.”

“Oh… I see. So that’s what I’m saying?”

“That fearsome red-eyed demon became the Black Prince’s knight?”

“What the hell. Shouldn’t we be praying for the first prince to win?”

The red-eyed demon in people’s imagination was a blood-drunk devil-like image.

That would be the case, since rumors were rife that the Barranquilla estate was reduced to rubble overnight.

But among them, there were quite a few who idolized the Red-Eyed Demon.

They coolly killed the nobles who had been harassing them, and whom no one dared to touch.

It was true that it was refreshing.

There are even those who secretly expect it, saying, ‘Won’t it come to our territory?’

There were also many cases where they gathered together and gossiped about each other, saying that they were heroes of the common people.

“But… if you think about it, weren’t the Baron Barranquilla and his knights the only ones killed by the Red-Eyed Demon? I heard he was killed while trying to steal the dagger of Oposis.”

“What? You didn’t just turn the entire territory into a wasteland?”

“No. My relative lives there, and the devil only disturbed the baron’s castle. He left the maids and servants untouched.”

“really?”

“Oh, I heard that too. They killed only the Baron and his knights, and the commoners were spared. I guess that’s how they tormented the people.”

“You even beat him to death in front of everyone?”

“They say the people of Barranquilla actually consider the Red Devil to be a hero.”

“That’s right. Even on the wanted poster worth 100 gold, the only crime listed was murder of a nobleman.”

“Look at that. It doesn’t look like a devil.”

Bok-sil, standing calmly on the podium, looked like the epitome of a knight.

His posture, his eyes, his expression. Nowhere was the terrifying rumor of the devil to be found.

“Then… the Black Prince who made such a red-eyed demon his knight… … .”

Are you in favor of killing such wicked nobles?

At least it was clear that they were not on my side.

So, public opinion began to shift.

Amid the commotion, someone shouted.

“Conquer! Red-eyed Demon!”

From there, support poured in for the Red-Eyed Demon and the Black Prince.

This was a result that even the Black Prince did not expect.

“Devil! Sweep away the nobles!”

“The Black Prince must become king! The Black Prince must become king!”

“Kill those fucking nobles!”

The faces of the nobles on one side of the stadium turned pale.

“this……!”

“How dare those lowly creatures think this is… …!”

“Arrest them now! Arrest them!”

Of course, such a strong reaction came only from the side of the first prince sitting on the right.

There were surprised looks exchanged between the Black Prince sitting on the left.

“This is unexpected.”

“Is this what the Black Prince intended?”

“I don’t think so. He looks surprised too.”

“I think the Red-Eyed Demon who killed the nobles was a kind of trigger for the people who had been oppressed by the nobles.”

“Hmm. That seems plausible. He is the one who directly broke the most important law of the current royal family.”

Even in this chaos.

The king’s eyes simply lit up with interest.

“Hoo… Is that the demon sword?”

“… … .”

“Lord Sulkov.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“When you fought the devil. Was the devil holding that sword?”

“I wasn’t holding it.”

“So then you came looking for me after that? Did the author receive the sword from the devil?”

“It seems so.”

“Who is the author?”

“My name is Sir Rötgel, the Wandering Knight. I travel here and there to capture wanted criminals.”

The king smiled broadly and looked back and forth between the master of the magic sword standing in the center of the arena and the blind swordsman watching from below the stage.

“I wondered why you appeared with your eyes covered. So this was your intention.”

The king burst into laughter, tapping the armrest of the chair he was sitting on.

“Hahaha! That’s funny, that’s funny.”

“… … .”

The cold stared blankly at the king as he patted the armrest.

Suddenly, someone’s words came to mind.

‘What chair do you regret buying the most? A chair with armrests.’

The king looked at Sir Sulkov with a puzzled look as he suddenly began to cough.

“But why?”

“… … It’s nothing.”

With everyone’s eyes focused on him, Aaron’s words echoed throughout the stadium.

The two knights raised their swords in silence.

* * *

Lionel raised his sword and looked across at her with careful eyes.

There was a red-eyed knight there.

‘This is the man who defeated the Knight of the Cold.’

Indeed, the mana I felt from him was extremely vicious.

Is this the mana of a demon crawling out of hell?

Most people, let alone fight, would run away in fear as soon as their eyes met.

It gave off that much of a dangerous vibe.

‘That is the Demon Sword Vlad.’

The sword was a red sword.

Even at first glance, it was not an ordinary object.

The sword he was holding was violently swirling with blood-red energy.

Kiiing!

But strangely enough, the man holding it was extremely calm.

In one hand he holds a storm that looks ready to burst at any moment, but it seems as if he has forgotten about it.

Lionel stared into his eyes.

There was not a single waver; it seemed as if they had come out for a walk, not to fight.

His eyes were so calm that it seemed as if he was about to recite a verse of poetry.

“… … .”

A world that looks like it could go out of control at any moment. A ferocious sword, and a man who is holding it without a care.

I felt a sense of dissonance in that appearance.

That sense of alienation came as an indescribable fear.

A cold sweat ran down my back as I felt the pressure.

Indeed, he is a formidable man.

‘But it’s worth a try.’

He is a knight who has defeated many formidable knights and made it this far.

They don’t get scared to this extent and wag their tails.

From the beginning, his mission was not to defeat his opponent, but to make him go wild.

To do that, I had to fight as defensively as possible.

Combat originally consumed enormous physical and mental strength.

This is because one small mistake can lead to death.

Of course, you have to pay full attention to every single movement, from avoiding or blocking your opponent’s sword to attacking and clashing swords.

It was natural to read the opponent’s gaze and posture to predict the attack, and even add prediction and psychological warfare to it.

The longer the battle goes on, the faster your stamina and mental power will be consumed.

Lionel’s mission is to keep the Red-Eyed Demon at bay for as long as possible.

When the demon has exhausted all his physical and mental power, that is when he goes berserk.

The Prince was willing to suffer a few defeats in order to capture the Red-Eyed Demon.

At least twice, at most four times.

Of course, this assumes that all the knights hold up well.

To do that, no attacks should be allowed.

In reality, it is not easy to defeat an opponent who is determined and only defends.

This is because gaps usually occur at the moment of attack.

So, if you completely give up on attacking and focus only on defense, you won’t be able to easily defeat even the strongest opponent.

This is especially true when the opponent is a top-tier knight.

Lionel wiped all thoughts of taking down his opponent from his mind.

As planned, I will only defend until my stamina allows.

It’s a total defense-oriented approach.

‘No attacks will be permitted!’

Lionel looked into the devil’s eyes carefully, determined.

At that moment, the devil’s gaze opened.

He looked behind him with a puzzled expression.

“… … ?”

Lionel was momentarily stunned.

Why are you suddenly losing your sight before this important battle? What’s going on?

When the man who looked so serious did that, it seemed like something really had happened.

There was no way he would use such a shallow method in a place like this.

Moreover, his expression was extremely serious.

‘What’s going on?’

As Lionel struggled in his mind, the devil’s expression changed from puzzlement to shock.

An expression mixed with some embarrassment.

“… … !”

Something must have happened.

Behind him is his lord.

If you think about it carefully, it’s absurd, but the circumstances, the urgency, and that astonished expression made rational thought impossible.

‘Surely not, an attack?’

This was something I had no choice but to look back on.

Lionel quickly looked back.

At that moment, the devil threw down his sword.