A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 143



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Episode 143. Getting ready to leave

I looked at the blonde knight, lost in sentimentality.

Every time she moves her head, her short hair, which almost touches her shoulders, sways.

“… … Haha.”

… … This guy was definitely not normal.

I asked her.

“Do you regret it?”

Lutie shook her head.

“No. Do you regret becoming such a strong knight? Now, in Blake, you will have no rivals except the royal knights. Isn’t it because I tormented you that you became so strong?”

“That might have been the case.”

The most beautiful flowers are those on cliffs, because they bloom after enduring harsh winds and rain.

“Maybe not.”

The flowers in a flower bed that have grown with lots of love from the gardener are the most splendid.

Anyway, it means that thinking about it now is meaningless.

Suddenly, Ruthie looked straight at me.

I was about to say, “What are you looking at?” but held back. Unlike before, his eyes were quite serious and sunken.

“Before the game. Did you give Ashley any advice?”

I scratched my head.

“… … I think that’s what it was like.”

There was some advice given by Cheonma.

What was it? Was it that Flash was the only child of Explosion?

I still don’t know what it means.

Because I am a messenger, not an advisor.

Whatever. Ruthie bowed her head.

“Thank you. Thanks to you, Ashley has shed her layers and is flying high.”

I tried to speak calmly.

“Accepting advice is also a skill. I didn’t do anything. Sir Ashley is amazing because he understood everything I said without hesitation.”

It was my honest feelings and it was true. Because I also did not understand Cheonma’s advice properly.

I am merely a messenger who conveyed the words of the Heavenly Horse.

Then Lutie covered her mouth with both hands.

“To be humble… Oh my, how could… … !”

Lutie’s blue eyes were unusual.

Why does it feel ominous?

I guess I should wrap this up and send it off.

Maybe because we had been talking for so long, I was starting to feel sleepy again.

I said it with the intention of ending the conversation.

“Then I guess I just have to be careful during the winter. I’ll give Sir Ashley a little warning to be careful before I leave.”

Lutie said, nodding her head from side to side.

“No. There’s no need to do that.”

“why?”

Lutie chuckled.

“Because I killed them all.”

“… … .”

“Probably not coming down for a while?”

Although Ruthie spoke innocently as if nothing was wrong, it only served to highlight her cruel and ruthless side.

In many ways, she was someone I didn’t want to meet as an enemy.

[They look alike.]

I asked her, intending to send her away now, because I was feeling sleepy and not knowing who she resembled.

“So, did you apologize to Sir Ashley?”

Lutie opened her eyes wide.

“An apple?”

“Didn’t we agree to apologize if we lost? If we won, Sir Ashley would return to the family.”

Lutie opened her mouth wide.

“… … Did you hear that? From that far away?”

I just muddled through it.

“I have good ears.”

“It’s not just bright… … .”

“Since we’ve met, wouldn’t it be a good idea to apologize? You can’t be hated like that forever. Do you want to live your whole life with your back turned?”

Lutie lowered her head sullenly.

“But… it’s already too late. I treated Ashley so badly. It must have been so bad that she ran away from home.”

I became serious.

“It’s only too late when you’re dead. Do something before it’s too late. Then, you won’t regret it when it’s really too late.”

“… … .”

Ruthie looked at me blankly and nodded.

“Yes, I will. Thank you for the advice, Lord Ashvan.”

I nodded.

“Let’s go now.”

Lutie got up from her seat, but instead of leaving, she just stared at me blankly.

It feels like the colors that catch my eye have become clearer.

… … Is it because of my mood?

If I get caught by a crazy guy, there’s no answer. I’m a little worried.

Cheonma laughed.

[Who is calling whom crazy?]

‘What does the master know? This guy’s eyes are strange.’

Her strangely twisted blue eyes reminded me of the dark deep sea.

Cheonma snorted.

[It’s cute compared to you.]

Fortunately, Lord Ruthie looked at me for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the door.

The moment I let out a sigh without realizing it, Ruthie called me.

“Ashban Gong.”

I was startled, but I tried to look at her as if I wasn’t surprised.

“What’s going on?”

“Are you sure you’re not dating Ashley?”

… … What did you say?

“I said no.”

“You don’t have any feelings for me at all?”

“doesn’t exist.”

“Then what about me?”

“……what?”

She laughed bashfully.

“I’m just kidding. You don’t have to be so serious.”

“… … .”

“I’ll go. Take care of yourself.”

Ruthie walked to the door, her golden bob hair fluttering.

He glanced back while holding the doorknob, waved his hand, and disappeared beyond it.

“Phew… … .”

A long sigh escaped me.

Is this a sigh of relief? Or a sigh of confusion?

In any case, it was clear that a crisis had been averted.

In many ways, he was a person who could not let his guard down.

It’s more comfortable to face the bitter cold.

Cheonma muttered as if he felt sorry.

[It suits you well.]

“Master, whatever you do, it all goes well together.”

I strained my ears to hear her apology to Sir Ashley.

Then, Sir Ashley was waiting outside the door, and soon the two could be heard talking.

“Ashley, follow me for a moment.”

Sir Ashley’s hard voice followed, sounding very wary.

“… … What’s going on?”

“I told you to just follow me.”

“I don’t know what it is, but do it here.”

“Oh, my. It’s a personal matter related to our family. Is that okay?”

“… … .”

“Or… why, are you scared? Can’t you even have a conversation with me by yourself?”

“… … Take the lead.”

The sound of Ashley’s angry face and Lorraine’s laughing footsteps walking away from them grew distant.

As I listened, I couldn’t help but sigh.

“Is that a disease too?”

Standing in front of his younger sister, Lutie fell back into his villainous role out of habit.

Nothing can be solved all at once.

Little by little. Slowly. Everything takes time.

At that moment, the door opened slightly and a small head popped out through the gap in the door.

She had bright green hair.

“Devil. Are you done? Are you done? Can I come in now?”

He nodded.

“It’s done. Tell everyone to come in.”

“Hehehe.”

Linda, who had been peeking her head through the door, opened it wide and ran towards me without hesitation.

Just slam the body into the ground.

puck!

“Ugh!”

And then the guy who hangs on my shoulder.

“Hey, step away from me.”

“Eww… I don’t like it.”

I pushed Linda’s grass-colored hair back, but it was no use.

Don’t stick around like a cicada.

“Hey, Shushuruta. Take this off me.”

“… … .”

Shushuruta, who came in afterward, watched the scene silently and then went out again.

“… …Why is he like that again?”

* * *

Time passed quickly.

It was understandable that I couldn’t help but feel that way, since I spent almost two-thirds of the day sleeping.

I slept until I was really tired. It was because I was constantly feeling sleepy.

Meanwhile, I worked hard to recover.

The faster you recover, the sooner you can return to Maya.

I fell asleep while eating breakfast, and I even did some exercise while sleeping.

My internal energy gradually gathered in my danjeon, which had been as dry as a desert.

The pond that had been rapidly filling up was now becoming a lake.

As my internal energy accumulated, my physical condition improved more quickly.

Of course. The body is a vessel of energy.

Only after about ten days had passed was I able to get out of bed and move around relatively freely.

Even so, I was only able to walk around lightly here and there, and even then, I got tired easily and the throbbing pain still dominated my whole body… … .

It wasn’t bad.

I moved to the window to get more sunlight, which of course helped me recover faster.

Until then, the beds of Lord Ashley and Lord Walpole were located on either side of me.

I feel like I’m being protected while I’m receiving treatment.

It’s like the sick protecting the sick.

They moved after me, next to me and in front of me.

I often chatted with them when I was awake.

Sir Ashley came back from a conversation with Sir Ruthie the other day and reported to me with wide eyes.

Lord Luti suggested that I take the Royal Knight Exam.

Sir Ashley asked me for advice, and I pushed him to think positively.

Honestly, her skills were enough to make her a royal knight.

She had heard from Sir Luthier, an active Royal Knight, that she would have no rivals in Blake except for Royal Knights. She had already been officially recognized as a Royal Knight.

I really wanted to cheer for Luti, who took a step forward in her own way, even if it was awkward.

If we belong to the same order and spend time together, whether we like it or not, wouldn’t our relationship improve? And in the process, we’d gradually resolve our misunderstandings.

Ashley Kyung also had a lot of time to think because she had not fully recovered.

She often had a serious expression on her face as she thought about him.

The role of my conversation partner was mainly played by Lord Walpole.

“I regret not having seen the Ashvan fight. I heard it was a fight of a different level. The rumors are huge. Even though a lot of time has passed, everyone still talks about it.”

“Who told you to pass out like that?”

“yes?”

“Is it a big deal that one arm was cut off? You should have gotten up with spirit.”

“no…….”

I spent most of my time teasing Lord Walpole.

He giggled and teased Lord Walpole… and then glanced at Shushuruta.

She sat by the window in silence, waving her feet.

Although his face was expressionless, it looked somehow gloomy.

“… … .”

Shushuruta became speechless.

It’s been like this since the day I asked if he was really going to go back.

Even if I try to joke around, the reaction is not very cool.

Linda is somewhat better off.

Linda, who had been hanging on to me like a piece of gum since I woke up, had been bringing a desk from somewhere for a few days and playing around next to me, making poison.

“Devil, would you like a taste?”

He sometimes offered it to me, but I politely declined because I was a recovering patient.

“Get out. You drink.”

“Huh. As expected, the devil is kind.”

Linda, who was rejected, gulped down the poison that was offered to me.

thud!

I hit my head on the desk and passed out.

At first, Walpole was terrified and thought he was dead, but now he naturally proposed a bet.

“Oh, I fainted again. How long will I be unconscious this time?”

“I’ll watch it for 10 minutes.”

“Hmm. I’ll give you 30 minutes. Do you want to bet?”

“Okay.”

Finally, after about fifteen minutes, Linda got up, grumbling, and Walpole grumbled and gave me the bread that was served for dessert.

The loser loses everything, the winner takes it all.

It’s hot. It’s hot.

As I was munching on the bread I had taken in a bet, Lord Walpole, as if he had forgotten, gave me some unexpected news.

“Oh, by the way. I got a call from Hans a while ago.”

“Uncle Hans?”

“Yes. He said that he would bring a gift before Ashvan leaves, so please look forward to it.”

“A gift? What gift?”

“That’s right. I just heard it that way.”

“Hmm. I don’t have anything to give you.”

At this point, Linda, perhaps tired of making poison, came over and grabbed my arm.

“Devil, devil. Get well soon and let’s go to the festival.”

It seems he remembered his promise to take her to the festival after the final battle.

Shushuruta, who was blankly staring out the window, scolded him.

“The festival ended in the evening, you idiot.”

“No. It’s not over yet.”

“I told you it’s over.”

“I told you it’s not over!”

“… … .”

Still, I thought it was fortunate that Shushuruta responded even when Linda talked nonsense.

Sir Ashley, who had been lost in thought, suddenly raised his head.

“Oh, I almost forgot. His Majesty has asked me to let you know when Lord Ashvan has recovered enough to move around freely.”

“why?”

“They said they would hold the festival again at that time.”

“festivities?”

He’s not that meticulous.

“I don’t know the details, but I think we need to refresh the atmosphere… … .”

“ah.”

As he had promised, the Black Prince was killing rotten nobles every day.

No matter how many trash people were killed, public sentiment was becoming increasingly hostile as many people were killed.

It seems that they thought it was necessary to hold a festival to quell the situation.

In doing so, he is also indirectly appealing to me.

Since you’re taking such great care of me, I think positively about becoming your own knight.

Even if he held a festival, he was a man who used it sparingly in many ways.

“Then can you tell me something?”

“What should I tell you?”

It’s not a full recovery, but it’s okay because I’ve recovered enough to walk around.

“Open it now.”

I should start preparing to leave now.