A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 140



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Episode 140. Welcome Guest

I looked at the four royal knights who suddenly appeared in the sickroom.

“……ha.”

A sigh came out naturally.

News must have spread that I woke up.

The visit of the cold-blooded man, who had visited the hospital several times, was expected.

But… what are those guys?

Why did you bring them all in a row?

The only one who welcomed them was Cheonma.

Cheonma smiled.

[Welcome guests.]

“What’s so nice about meeting you?”

[How could I not be happy when they are the ones who helped me grow to the next level?]

Suddenly, I remembered what Cheonma had said.

What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.

In other words, these are the people I am grateful to who drove me to the brink of death.

“… … .”

I always feel this, but Cheonma has a different perspective than ordinary people.

Is it because everything looks the same to him?

The problem is that to me, those monsters don’t look that bad at all.

Lutie, who was waving her hands vigorously, called me with a bright smile.

“Nice to meet you, Lord Banshua. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“… … .”

“Actually, I wanted to fight in the final battle, but it didn’t go as well as I had hoped.”

Then he glances at Sir Ashley and mutters.

“Well… that wasn’t a bad thing in the end either.”

It’s true that they were quite a burden to me as well.

There are four monsters. One of them is a monster of a different class.

I said with a sigh.

“Lord Ruthie.”

“yes?”

“Don’t call me Sir. I’m not a knight.”

Lutie tilted her head.

“I heard that the Black Prince declared that Sir Banshua was his knight in the arena?”

“Ignore it because it was done without my consent.”

“Ah.”

“And it’s not Banshua. It’s Ashvan.”

Lutie opened her eyes wide.

“Huh? Really?”

“Banshua is a stage name I gave myself to avoid being exposed. I didn’t know if you already knew my true identity.”

“Oh… I see. Ashvan. Ashvan. This one definitely sticks in my mouth.”

Victor, who had been quietly listening from the side, opened his mouth.

He was still wearing his helmet.

“Ashvan?”

“Yes, Sir Victor. My name is Ashvan. Not Banshua.”

“… … .”

Victor closed his mouth again.

The other two knights just looked at me in silence.

Lutie asked, scanning the black knights surrounding them.

“I… I’d like to come closer and talk to you. Is that okay?”

With their appearance, the security of the room has become more serious than ever.

Although they did not draw their swords, they all stood up and placed their hands on the hilts of their swords.

I was already nervous just thinking about the cold weather coming, but then the three royal knights who participated in the final battle showed up… … .

The atmosphere in the room was more tense than ever. It felt like a knife fight was about to break out at any moment.

Of course, if a fight really breaks out, I’ll be the one to die.

I remember the swordsmanship of Lord Luthi, who swung his long sword like lightning.

If she had her mind set on it, her first surprise attack would cut off the arms of most of the Black Knights before they could even draw their swords.

If he had used that sword in the final battle, Sir Ashley might have been defeated in the end.

Even if the Black Knights received orders from the Black Prince, that’s fine.

The other guys were also causing trouble.

Linda stood in front of me with her small frame, her arms spread wide, and I could see the shiny needles sticking out like claws between her clenched little fists.

There’s probably some poison in there.

For an ordinary person, even a simple brush with it would result in death.

His expression was as cold as I’d ever seen it before. He was usually a guy who would just smile like an idiot, but when his expression disappeared, it was eerie.

… … I used to say that the royal knights were scary.

Shushuruta, who would normally have stopped Linda, was curled up on the bottom of the bed like an animal and staring at them.

It looked like he was going to rush in at any moment.

Before he knew it, he was holding a dagger in both hands.

Not only that, but Sir Ashley, who had been calm and collected without being swayed by the atmosphere, seemed to be slightly overheated due to the appearance of Sir Ruthie.

“… … Sir Luthier. What is happening here?”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I said I came to visit you in the hospital.”

“lie.”

“It’s true… … .”

“Who would believe you?”

“Captain. Please calm down.”

No wonder Walpole was calming her down.

If things continue like this, no conversation or anything will progress.

Anyway, they must have come because they have something to do.

It would be right to hurry up and finish your work and send him out.

It looked like he was going to keep doing that while I was talking to them.

We can’t continue to stand off like this.

I said with a sigh.

“Everyone get out.”

“……yes?”

Sir Ashley looked at me with a puzzled face.

I said it again.

“Everyone except the visitors, get out.”

As expected, there was backlash from all over.

“Are you saying that!”

“Devil, it’s dangerous!”

“Your Majesty Ashvan. That can’t be possible.”

I dismissed them in one word.

“It won’t help if you guys keep growling like this.”

“but!”

“If the cold were to swing its sword right now, would there be anyone who could stop it?”

“… … .”

Everyone became dumbfounded by my words.

In the midst of the silence, a cold, bitter voice softly filled the room.

“I don’t swing it.”

“I assumed so.”

“I see.”

I looked around at those on alert and gave an order.

“Guys. And you. I understand how you feel, so leave. I won’t say anything else.”

“… … .”

Eventually, everyone in the room was kicked out.

Meanwhile, Shushuruta passed by, glaring at them as if he was going to kill them, and Linda threatened to poison their food if they harmed the demon.

“Close the door.”

“… … If you open it just a little bit.”

“I told you to close it.”

… … Click.

Only after all the guys left did the chaotic atmosphere calm down a bit.

I’m already exhausted even though I haven’t done anything.

“ha…….”

As I let out a long sigh, Ruthie came towards me with a bright smile.

“As expected of a red-eyed demon. You have a lot of courage. What are you going to do if we suddenly attack you? Are you able to fight us all by yourself even with your injured body?”

I snorted.

“Nonsense. That’s meaningless in this freezing weather.”

Does the cold come alone or with others?

I meant that there wasn’t much difference. It was too big on its own.

“That’s true.”

Lutie was easily convinced.

Naturally, they had no enemies.

If they had come with hostile intent from the beginning, why would there have been a standoff?

It should have been swept away a long time ago.

Lutie smiled bitterly, grabbing the hilt of the sword at her waist.

“No matter what. Shouldn’t the weapon be confiscated? You seem to be letting your guard down.”

I chuckled.

“Are you willing to give it up?”

Ruthie also had a dangerous smile.

“well.”

Even though they are injured, they are still royal knights.

Even if they don’t go out into the extreme cold, if they suddenly become hostile, I, who was injured, would have no way to deal with it.

But I decided to pretend to be strong.

No matter how much I think about it, there is no reason for them to come and attack me now.

“I let my guard down… … .”

I said with a leisurely smile.

“Do I look like I’m letting my guard down right now?”

Then, he raised the flag and created a slight breeze.

Phew-

Hair blows and clothes flutter.

The wind that made me raise my body slightly spread throughout the room, centering around me.

I was able to do this thanks to recovering my internal energy through the overnight exercise.

The wind blew through Lord Ruthie’s flowing blond hair.

“… … !”

Luthi, who was approaching with the hilt of her sword in her hand, froze for a moment.

Ouch.

They don’t know that I can control the wind.

In the first place, martial arts is a magical power that does not apply in this world.

It would appear to be a secondary phenomenon caused by the waves of qi, that is, mana.

The other knights watching from behind also looked surprised.

The only one whose expression didn’t change was Hokhan, who opened his mouth.

“Lord Ruthie. Do it that way.”

Luthi took his hand off the hilt of the knife and came towards me with a bright smile as if nothing had happened.

“Wow… As expected. I heard you were badly injured. But you still have this much strength. I can’t really feel the mana. It’s amazing.”

I responded calmly.

“Is the prank over?”

“Okay. That’s it for the jokes.”

Ruthie winked one eye slyly.

I really felt like my younger brother and I were the complete opposites in many ways.

“I heard everything. I heard that you beat up your seniors. I regret not seeing that. Our seniors aren’t the type of people who go around getting beaten up.”

Ruthie chattered and sat down on a chair near the bed.

I then looked at the remaining three knights who were slowly approaching me.

“I was beaten and got hit a lot.”

“Anyway, we won.”

“But they’re standing there perfectly fine, and I’m still stuck in bed. Who wins in this situation?”

Ruthie chuckled.

“Now that I hear it, that’s true.”

While I was talking to Luthier, the other royal knights also reached the bed where I was.

“Sir Sulkov, please sit down.”

Ruthie pulled out a chair and offered it to Hohan, who didn’t hesitate to refuse.

She also offered chairs to the other two seniors, but they refused.

The other two knights did not sit down, but took their places behind him like subordinates in the cold.

Come to think of it, it was probably my subordinate.

Wouldn’t the cold be like the commander of the Royal Knights?

Ruthie asked me all sorts of questions.

First, he asked me about my physical condition, and then he asked me several questions about myself.

It seemed like there were a lot of things to be curious about.

She also asked about my sword and whether I had a master.

I asked about training methods and black magic, as well as the dagger and legacy of Ophiuchus.

I answered honestly and to the best of my ability within a reasonable range.

Because they were the people I was thankful for who, as Cheonma said, helped me get to the next level.

… … Even though I explained it as martial arts, it was a little frustrating that people thought it was black magic.

While I was at it, I even demonstrated how to make Unmanajosik and explained it to him.

It was uncertain whether they would actually put this into practice.

While I was sincerely answering Lutie’s questions, the others listened silently.

Except for Ruthie, they were all men of few words, so it seemed like they only talked to Ruthie.

It’s like a talkative younger sister who asks questions on behalf of her reserved older brothers.

In front of Ashley, she looked like a heavenly older sister, but here with them, she looked like a straight-forward younger sister.

When Ruthie first sat down on the chair, I thought there was some kind of hierarchy I didn’t know about, but as I listened to what she said, I realized that this guy was just a different breed.

I think he was the youngest royal knight.

It seems like the seniors are just going to leave it alone.

Surprisingly, the atmosphere of the Royal Knights was not particularly stiff. If anything, it was softer. Considering how Walpole was sometimes scolded by Ashley.

Since it was a knightly order made up of a small number of outstanding individuals, it seemed to have a relatively free atmosphere.

Since it seemed like Ruthie was asking the taciturn older brothers questions on their behalf, I continued answering them while occasionally making eye contact with the other knights.

Van Dyke, who had bandages wrapped around both arms, listened to my story with an interested expression. Fortunately, I couldn’t find any resentment about having both arms cut off.

Victor seemed to feel comfortable being alone with them, so at one point he took off his helmet. I wasn’t too surprised, since I had already seen half a face through the broken helmet.

Usually, people with large scars on their faces wear masks or helmets to hide them, but Victor was relatively clean without any of that. Rather, he had an innocent face that made him look like he was in his mid to late thirties.

Rather, I thought that he might be wearing a helmet to hide that warm impression.

And the bitter cold… … .

He just had a blank expression the whole time.

It’s like having a cold ice sculpture.

A man whose thoughts you couldn’t possibly know. That was the Knight of the Cold.

“There’s something I’m really curious about… … .”

Lutie opened the door to another question in an ominous tone.

I nodded, wondering how long this barrage of questions would last.

“Feel free to ask.”

It’s not often that I find myself willing to answer so kindly, honestly, and wholeheartedly.

There couldn’t be a better opportunity for them.

Ruthie was using it very well.

“Where on earth did you come from?”