A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 133



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Episode 133. Go Away!

I came to my senses.

For a moment, I felt dazed as if I was underwater, but when I saw the sight before my eyes, I woke up with a start.

While I was briefly out of my mind, the world was spinning in a really strange way.

Before I knew it, the Knight of the Cold had come down to the stadium and was blocking me with his blue sword, Frostbite, and the stadium was completely frozen or roughly dug up.

The chilly air passed by me.

‘… … What the heck is this?’

The cold looked into my eyes and said.

“Are you in your right mind?”

Before answering, I looked at my body.

My physical condition was still a mess.

I can’t understand how it happened.

He was out of breath, as if he had been running around like a dog.

What the heck. I thought I fainted, but it turns out I was sleepwalking.

I took a deep breath and looked at the sword in my hand.

The sword was broken into two halves, but a red aura emerged from the tip, forming a complete sword.

Did I even hold a magic sword? The aura was so eerie that I threw the sword away without realizing it.

“It’s a surprise.”

Ring!

As soon as the sword fell from my hand, all the strength left my body.

And then all the pain that had been pushing away came rushing back to me.

“… … !”

It hurt so much that I couldn’t help but moan.

My legs started to shake and I collapsed to the ground.

After seeing that, Hakhan put the frostball back into its scabbard and let out a sigh.

The white breath dispersed into the air.

I stared blankly at the bitter cold and asked.

“……what’s the matter?”

The cold asked.

“Don’t you remember?”

He nodded and admitted it honestly.

“At some point.”

“I see.”

The cold stared at me blankly and then called out to someone.

“Sir Aaron.”

“yes!”

Someone suddenly rose from the rubble of the shattered stadium.

The bitter cold commanded him.

“Finish it. Then we can treat Van Dyke.”

“All right!”

Aaron answered cheerfully and limped off to somewhere.

He also seemed to have been badly treated by someone, as no part of him was unharmed.

‘By the way… Van Dyke? Treatment?’

Did Van Dijk get hit by someone?

It was only then that I discovered Van Dyke lying in the bitter cold.

He was lying there with both arms cut off, not moving as if he had lost consciousness.

My eyes lit up.

‘Cut off both arms of that monster? Who the hell is that?’

When I looked at the candidates, I couldn’t think of anyone else other than the Ice Knight in front of me.

I scolded the bitter cold.

“I don’t know what that guy did wrong, but cutting off both his arms is too much.”

Even for a cold-blooded Ice Knight, this was a bit much.

How can you kill a fellow royal knight so cruelly?

Then our Ice Knight looked at me blankly with his still expressionless face.

“… … Are you joking?”

“Are you kidding? Who jokes with people’s lives?”

The cold weather, which had been approaching me with strides, bent down, stared into my eyes, and muttered.

“… … I guess you really don’t remember.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Meanwhile, Aaron limped to the center of the stadium and picked up a short stick that had fallen on the floor.

Ahem. Aaron, who had cleared his throat, shouted into the staff.

… … It’s over?

At those words, cheers erupted like wildfire from the frozen audience.

-Wow!

I looked around with a bewildered face.

The amphitheater was a veritable melting pot of excitement.

Aaron continued speaking in an excited tone.

Aaron Sir, covered in dirt and dust, was talking nonsense about what was so great about it.

Aaron continued, laughing heartily.

Aaron looked around at the black cloth that had fallen to the floor and frowned.

He continued speaking, throwing down the black belt.

… … Even though it’s all over now, is it okay to mention the name of a royal knight like that?

Aaron, who had a sentimental expression for a moment, recited his thoughts on the last game.

Aaron’s eyes became serious.

… … Just tell me everything.

I listened to what he said.

What happened?

You woke up?

……I?

no…….

“Sir Aaron.”

The cold of the cold cut off Aaron’s rambling words.

Aaron, who suddenly came to his senses, sent a signal to the First Prince.

Then the waiting medical team rushed over and took Sir Van Dyke and his two arms away.

“… … .”

I listened to Aaron’s words and checked where the cold had been and where I was now.

“……hmm.”

From that perspective… it seemed as if the bitter cold was blocking me from Van Dyke.

It looks like the culprit who cut off Van Dyke’s arms was really me.

It wasn’t easy to believe.

‘… … I cut off both arms of that monster? How? I didn’t have the strength to do that.’

Even in a healthy state, it would have been nearly impossible.

How did you cut off both arms of that monster in this condition?

While I was losing consciousness, something incredible was happening.

Last time, I thought I was going to defeat the Knight of the Cold, one of the Eight Swordsmen, but this time I’m going to cut off both arms of the Royal Knight.

… … What is happening in my body?

The bitter cold came closer and spread my eyes wide open with two fingers.

“… …Your eyes are more gentle than before.”

He looked at the other eye and muttered.

“It still doesn’t seem normal… … .”

“……hey.”

As I frowned, Hokhan muttered with a serious face.

“Isn’t that normal?”

“… … .”

I wanted to slap his hand away, but I couldn’t move a single finger.

Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, she had no strength whatsoever.

Instead of a lake, there was a desert spread out in Danjeon.

A barren desert where not a single drop of inner energy can be found.

After I handed over Van Dyke, I looked at Aaron, who was talking excitedly and carelessly.

“Did I hit that guy too?”

The cold nodded.

“I got hit while trying to stop you from rushing at Van Dyke again.”

“……hmm.”

“If it weren’t for Aaron, I would have definitely died.”

“… … .”

“There was no demon. Was that a demon sword you were holding?”

“… … ?”

Are you kidding?

His expression was so serious the whole time that it was hard to tell if he was joking or being serious.

Anyway, I guess you can take it to mean that he ran wild like a man with a magic sword in his hand.

“ha…….”

I sighed involuntarily.

I’m a demon.

It seems that I transformed into an evil spirit while I was wandering the streets at night.

This was the reason why Cheonma kept nagging him to be careful.

It’s so crazy that I only realized it after I was on the verge of becoming possessed by a demon.

A bitter laugh came out.

“Who is this person who came out this time? He seems different from the one I saw before.”

The cold now seems to think I have multiple personalities.

There is a guy like that, you know.

‘… … You talk a lot today, sir.’

I was lost in thought for a moment at the cold question.

But I didn’t know either, so I couldn’t give you an appropriate answer.

More than that, I was curious because both of them were people who had never seen me fight.

Now that I think about it, there was someone right in front of me who had witnessed both of them.

“Then how do the two compare?”

Hokhan thought for a moment and then answered like this.

“Compared to the guy I met last time… this guy was of a lower class.”

“hmm.”

Now I see that the bitter cold was completely clear, without a trace of bitterness.

When I came to, I remember his appearance as calm as cold ice.

It seems like it wasn’t that difficult to deal with.

“If I had to make a comparison, it was like a dog that wouldn’t listen to him and was causing a ruckus.”

“… … .”

A low laugh from Cheonma was heard.

[That’s a good example.]

As soon as I heard his voice, I suddenly realized something.

The voice that was angry at me when I was wandering the streets at night.

It was the voice of the Heavenly Horse.

“Master!”

“what?”

“Not you.”

“… … .”

Cheonma smiled faintly and answered.

[I have a lot to say, but… let’s put it off for later. It seems like there are passengers.]

“Passenger?”

At that moment, I heard the sound of leaves rustling and Shushuruta landed next to me.

She shouted at the cold.

“Get out of here, Knight of the Cold!”

The sight was like a cat with its fur standing on end, his jaw clenching.