A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 125



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Episode 125. I Should Call You Sister

Bok-sil, who was sitting next to me and watching the game, asked me.

“What does that mean?”

I answered curtly.

“It’s not me.”

“Then you should know. Who knows?”

“Be quiet. Shut up.”

“… … .”

I looked at Sir Ashley as he strode across the pitch with great poise.

Although I haven’t met many people in Maya who could truly be called knights.

I felt like I learned a lot here about what a knight is and what kind of people are called knights.

If I hadn’t fallen off the cliff, I probably would have never known.

If you look at it that way, this unexpected journey that started by falling off a cliff gave me a valuable experience that money can’t buy.

Looking back, I realized that what I thought was the worst was actually the best gift.

… … What is life?

I was reminded once again that life is such a mysterious and unknowable thing.

“Do you understand, Bok-sil?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Be quiet. Shut up.”

“… … .”

I could hear people cheering.

-It’s a golden flash!

-Wow!

Some of them were just talking about what happened the day before.

Hmm. It seems I’ve unintentionally elevated her status again.

Who is Sir Ashley? He is the commander of the Knights of Starvanger.

Where is the House of Starvanger? They are the Black Prince’s most ardent followers.

Therefore, I have raised the status of the Black Prince.

So, the conclusion is that the Black Prince should be endlessly grateful to me.

I looked at our dark prince, who was now biting his fingernails in an undignified manner.

“… … .”

Well… it seemed like our prince didn’t have the leisure to think about such things.

I turned my eyes to the stadium as Aaron’s voice echoed throughout the stadium.

Two men stood, their swords pointed at each other.

Ashley looked similar to the pose I saw the day before.

A posture in which the center of gravity is excessively tilted forward, with the front feet slightly extended.

It looked as if it would pour down at any moment.

But this time, he was holding the rapier tightly with both hands and pulling it all the way behind his shoulders.

The sight reminded me of a tightly bent bow.

In contrast, the knight named Durant was in an extremely defensive posture, with his posture very low and his sword slightly outstretched.

It looked like he was on guard against the rushing attack, the trademark of the golden flash.

Her secret weapon, which flashes golden light and pierces through the air.

She is often called by her nickname, Golden Flash, rather than her real name.

A situation where her technical name soon became her nickname.

What does this mean?

Her secret technique, or to borrow the words of her master, her mastery and perfection, is that famous.

It can also mean that she is a very powerful person who everyone knows, but in other words, it means that everyone knows her power.

A season is a secret technique that you keep hidden until the crucial moment when you can use it to defeat your opponent.

But in her case, her name day is so famous that everyone knows it, to the point where it has become her nickname.

Any attack would be useless if it could be predicted in advance.

No matter how great the season may be, what is there to fear if you can prepare for it?

That’s why knights in Maia, before a duel, gathered information about their opponents in advance.

The opponent knows his secret weapon and is on guard.

What should I do?

I’m looking forward to seeing how Sir Ashley navigates this challenge.

Flash!

The moment when the dazzling sunlight flashed.

Sir Ashley was gone.

……dump.

Durant suddenly got down on one knee.

He looked at his shoulder with a bewildered face.

There was a hole there that I had never seen before. It wasn’t a small hole.

Beyond the hole, I could see the back of Sir Ashley’s shoulders shaking.

She suddenly appeared behind Durant.

Blood poured out from his holed shoulder a moment later.

Durant’s face lit up with horror.

“This… this is ridiculous… … .”

Chul-chul.

Sir Durant fell forward.

“… … .”

People were speechless at the game that ended in the blink of an eye.

The culprit who took away all sound in the stadium simply exhaled deeply.

It seemed like a sigh of relief.

Probably the fastest-ending duel in history.

Aaron declared in a bewildered voice.

Cheers erupted belatedly.

-Wow!!

-Golden flash! Golden flash!

Sir Ashley, who was actually hearing the cheers, calmly returned to his seat while regulating his breathing.

I couldn’t help but admire that upright appearance.

“Hey… … .”

Sir Ashley answered my questions with actions.

Her answer was a head-on attack.

What good does it do if the other person knows your season?

You just have to break it head on.

Try to avoid it if you can.

It was a season that I knew about but couldn’t stop.

“That’s right… … .”

Cheonma asked me, who was constantly expressing admiration.

[How would you deal with it?]

“Wow… Well. It’s difficult?”

Just thinking about it for a moment made me feel lost.

How should I deal with her if I meet her as an enemy?

It was a problem that gave me quite a bit of trouble. If I made a mistake, my heart would be pierced in the blink of an eye.

I asked the same question to Bok-sil, who was standing next to me with her mouth half open.

“Bok-sil is a gentleman.”

“… … .”

Bok-sil, who had been absent-minded for a moment, answered belatedly.

“Something.”

“If you meet Sir Ashley as your enemy, how will you deal with him?”

Bok-sil laughed in vain.

“How can I deal with it? I should just run away.”

“Excellent.”

I also thought that Bok-sil would try to run away like Kyung.

But if you are in a situation where you have no choice but to fight… … .

“hmm.”

No matter how much I thought about it, no clear solution came to mind.

Because I am a man who is strong in practical matters.

Honestly, I couldn’t see the answer in the fantasy in my head.

[Think about it carefully. There is a fatal flaw.]

“……defect?”

I looked at Sir Ashley carefully.

She was returning to the center of the field, limping slightly on one foot.

Now that I think about it, the rush you just showed me seemed to be faster than the one I saw the day before.

That must have put a lot of strain on your ankle.

Her lunge just now was a slight departure from the steady form she had shown the day before.

It seemed like I had over-explosed my mana and was experiencing the side effects.

“hmm.”

I thought that perhaps because the opponent was the opponent, they chose a method to deal with it as quickly and reliably as possible, even if it meant pushing things a little too hard. In other words, blocking variables.

The Count gave one shoulder and took down his opponent, but he thought it was a cheap shot, as he only suffered a slight strain on his ankle.

I muttered as I watched her limp slightly.

“… … It’s disadvantageous in a long-term war?”

[That’s true to some extent, but there’s something more deadly.]

“Something more lethal? What is it?”

[Watch carefully.]

Cheonma added ominous words.

[Perhaps some of the opponents noticed this.]

I watched the game that followed, chewing on Cheonma’s words.

The next match didn’t look much different.

The knight who appeared as the opponent entered the duel with his guard up even higher.

Although he did quite well, he ended up suffering defeat after giving up one shoulder to a golden flash that came at an unexpected moment.

-Wow! A golden flash!

-Let’s turn it around! Let’s turn it around!

-Sir! Take me!

… …Why do I have you?

This time too, the audience’s cheers poured down like a waterfall toward the golden flash.

But she didn’t show any expression of emotion, such as joy or sadness.

He just returned to his seat in silence.

For a moment, I thought it was knightly to keep one’s composure and not get excited or excited easily.

As I was walking back to my seat, I caught her grimacing.

She paused for a moment, took a deep breath, then moved her legs again and stood proudly in the center of the stadium.

The frowning expression was nowhere to be found.

Bok-sil said in a worried tone.

“It looks like you’re injured.”

“I know.”

This time again, it seemed like they were trying to deal with their opponent as quickly as possible.

The golden flash spread diagonally. The ankle looked dangerous.

‘Don’t worry. I’ll do my best. Even if it means dying.’

Ashley’s face came to mind as she spoke in a solemn tone.

It wasn’t an empty promise.

If you think about it, it’s a somewhat misleading statement.

Who wouldn’t be worried when someone vows to die immortal?

But I couldn’t tell him to come down.

Even if I told her to come down, she wasn’t the type to come down just like that, and it was actually burdensome for me.

Ashley has now won twice so it’s now 8-6.

The remaining knights are still two on this side and four on that side. Three of them are royal knights.

Honestly, even though I’ve come up with a fantastic season plan, the three royal knights are still a burden.

This is not a season designed for them, but a season designed to crush the knights of the First Prince.

I have no idea how to take those monsters down.

“… … .”

The height of the stadium platform that stood between me and those guys was about shoulder-high when I stood up.

When I was standing, I could occasionally feel their gazes, but after I sat down on the chair, I could hardly feel it.

Because the platform naturally became higher as I sat down, it started to block my view.

Of course, I close my eyes and see the world through my senses, so sometimes I expand my senses to observe their movements.

It seemed like they couldn’t see me from over there.

Only the giant knight, presumed to be Bandyke of the Iron Cage, occasionally raised his head to check on me.

A knight, presumed to be Lutier of the Quick Sword, would occasionally jump up and down to look for me.

“… …Why aren’t you coming up?”

Bok-sil, who was watching the stadium, muttered next to her.

After the injured opposing player left the stage, the next runner was not coming up.

I stretched out my arm and looked at the opposing camp, and it seemed like they were bickering among themselves, as if they had some difference of opinion.

It was too far away to hear what they were saying, but I had a rough idea.

It was a picture of an easy victory with a score of 8 to 4, but the sudden golden flash of activity made them feel a sense of crisis.

Therefore, there will be heated debates about how to overcome this crisis.

I said, leaning back in my chair and resting my head on my hands.

“I don’t know what it is, but the longer it takes, the better for us.”

“why?”

“Because it gives Sir Ashley time to recover.”

“aha.”

Other people’s misfortune is my happiness, and their bickering is my blessing.

I took some beef jerky out of my pocket and chewed it while waiting leisurely.

“Bok-sil.”

“Something.”

“Want to eat some beef jerky?”

“… …Is the jerky coming now?”

“Don’t hate me.”

Then, after a while, a knight came up to the stage.

“……uh?”

I had no choice but to untie the knot on the back of my head.

She walked leisurely to the center of the stadium, carrying her luggage on her back, and stopped in front of Sir Ashley.

Then he whispered to her, whose face had become as hard as ice.

“Hello, Ashley.”

“… … Sir Luthier.”

She answered with a smile in her voice.

“You should call me Unnie.”