A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 146



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Episode 146. My hands are cold

I checked my physical condition.

“Okay.”

The body is a vessel of energy.

It was a half-broken vessel, but because several priests came every other day and treated it with sincerity, the vessel was quickly mended.

Moreover, by devoting his remaining time solely to training, he succeeded in bringing his body into optimal condition.

I can guarantee it.

I am currently in the prime of my 28-year life.

You can be sure.

They say the ground hardens after it rains.

The vessel hardened into a perfect shape. It couldn’t be any harder.

[… … Pathetic guy.]

Cheonma didn’t agree, perhaps because he wasn’t very satisfied, but who cares?

My whole body feels full of strength.

I am the strongest now.

It looks like it could even beat that terrible cold.

[Tsk tsk… … .]

There is no time more perfect than this.

I told the messenger of the bitter cold who came to harass me today that I would visit him tomorrow.

I told you to clear your throat and wait, so you probably understood.

As previously promised, we organized an expedition to invade together.

Sir Ashley, the golden flash, had recovered a long time ago, but instead of returning to his post as a security guard, he stayed in his sickroom.

And as soon as he said that, Bok-sil, the master of the Demon Sword Vlad, came running after taking a vacation.

Two others.

To Lord Walpole and Linda.

Since the cold didn’t limit the number of people, I decided to take these two along while I was at it.

We set off for his mansion early in the morning in a carriage sent by the bitter cold.

Various. Charrrr.

With the horses’ trotting, the carriage headed towards the outskirts of Valeria.

The bustling city grew distant and the carriage raced down a quiet dirt road.

Linda, who was looking out the window, looked at me.

“You’re the devil.”

“what.”

“Why isn’t Shushuruta coming?”

“Well, I guess it will come when the time comes.”

“Wow… … .”

When they were together, they were so anxious that they couldn’t catch each other, but when they were out of sight, Linda became very depressed.

There was still no news about Shushuruta.

What on earth are you doing?

Now that my body has fully recovered, I can leave as soon as the Black Prince is ready… … .

If Shushuruta doesn’t come, I plan to leave like this.

In fact, this kind of breakup might be better.

“Ashban Gong.”

I looked at Walpole.

“Something. The ace of our Starvanger Knights, the treasure of the Knights, the strong-hearted man who is not bothered by a severed arm, the immortal Sir Walpole who has his arm regrown.”

Walpole, who had been repeatedly opening and closing his hand, looked at me and chuckled.

“Yes, that’s right. That’s it.”

Lord Walpole’s severed arm was reattached perfectly thanks to quick emergency measures and was now seemingly intact.

Although he still had to continue rehabilitation exercises because his senses had not fully returned, he was in very good condition.

“What exactly did the Knight of the Cold say when inviting you?”

Walpole, who was not present at the time because he was receiving treatment for an amputated arm, asked as if it was strange that Ho-han had invited him.

I responded nonchalantly.

“He told me to come over for a cup of tea.”

“Wow… The knight in the cold asked me to drink tea?”

Walpole kept exclaiming, “Wow… what a sight…” as if he couldn’t imagine such a bitter cold.

Ashley, who was sitting stiffly in front of Walpole, warned him sharply.

“It was Lord Ashvan who received the invitation, not us. We are simply following along as his attendants. Be careful with your words and actions so as not to get excited and cause trouble.”

“Yes, Captain.”

But even Sir Ashley was nervous inside and couldn’t keep his hands still.

Be that as it may, Bok-sil was sitting upright, holding the hilt of Vlad’s sword, and spreading out a bowl of Unmanajosik.

A red aura swelled around the relic.

After I taught him Unmanajoshik, it seemed like he practiced it whenever he had time.

This is a different story, but the Unmanajosik that I preached was spreading like a fad among the people around me.

Lord Walpole would often eat yumanachoshi (a type of Chinese food) while sitting cross-legged on his sickbed when he was bored, and Lord Ashley, who watched him with interest, asked me to teach him how to eat yumanachoshi (a type of Chinese food).

It naturally spread to the black knights guarding the sickroom.

It was surprising to see the doctors and priests who came into the hospital room every once in a while sitting cross-legged in a group.

Shushuruta must have liked it too, because you could often spot him sitting cross-legged before leaving.

I waited until Bok-sil finished eating and then spoke to him after he finished eating and opened his eyes.

“Bok-sil is a gentleman.”

“What is it?”

Bok-sil’s red eyes stared at me.

Two men with red eyes were staring at each other.

Linda looked back and forth between me and Bok-shil, wondering if it was strange.

“Have you had any success so far?”

Bok-sil nodded.

“It was there.”

As she spoke, Bok-sil’s eyes seemed calmer than before.

In many ways, he was the polar opposite of Vlad.

“Is Vlad quiet? Does he not rebel?”

“They still occasionally rebel, but we are doing a good job of calming them down.”

“You’re saying that?”

“Thanks to the good fortune of Yunma and Josik.”

So, what he meant was that he subdued, appeased, and beat up the guy every single day.

“… … I won’t beat you up.”

“How do you not lose?”

I had my doubts, but I thought that maybe it was because he didn’t lose that Bok-sil was able to handle Vlad the Wonder.

Sometimes, it seems, a bite isn’t always the best.

It is said that Bok-sil has been eating Unma-na-jo-shik every single day without fail, and that is how she is taming the beastly Vlad little by little, day by day.

As a preacher of Unmanajosik, this could not have been more encouraging news.

Cheonma nagged.

[Lead by example.]

“No, why? I eat breakfast more fiercely than anyone else.”

[I want you to emulate that calmness.]

“Master. I can read the mood, too. When I’m calm, I’m the man who becomes more frighteningly calm than anyone else.”

The horse snorted.

[What a surprise.]

I collected testimony.

“Lord Walpole.”

“yes?”

“Am I calm when I’m calm?”

“uh…….”

As I looked at Sir Ashley, she naturally avoided my gaze and looked out the window.

Bok-sil went back to the breakfast room, and Linda looked at me and then stuck her head out the window.

“… … .”

The carriage ran for a long time and arrived at a quiet village.

It was a beautiful place with mountains covered in clouds in the distance and fields of yellow flowers in full bloom on both sides of the road.

It was a beautiful sight to see the entire landscape covered in the colors of nature.

It was a bitter cold winter, and I was enjoying an unexpectedly leisurely and peaceful rural life.

People tilted their heads to see what was going on as a fancy carriage passed through the town.

The sight was so peaceful.

I asked Sir Ashley, who was still staring out the window.

“Have you ever been here?”

“No. I didn’t even know that the Knight of the Cold lived in a place like this.”

A small village was formed by clusters of simple, cozy houses built of wood, scattered here and there.

It seemed like a village with a very peaceful atmosphere.

There was no way I wouldn’t know where the house in the bitter cold was.

Because there was a huge mansion located at the back of the village.

Charrrr.

I stared at the approaching mansion, lost in thought.

The cold is not a man who invites anyone over for tea time or enjoyment.

Even though I hadn’t seen it many times, it was certain.

But why did he act so unexpectedly towards me, as if he was anxious about not being able to invite me?

His obsessive side surprised me and others alike.

Regarding his antics, Walpole would jokingly ask, “Could he be in love?” before glaring at Ashley.

Anyway, it was clear that we would soon find out the reason.

The front door opened and we entered the spacious yard of the mansion.

As we got off the carriage and looked around, flowers in full bloom were welcoming us.

It was a beautiful garden with flowers of all colors in full bloom.

I don’t know who the gardener is, but I have a feeling he’s not ordinary.

It could easily feel like it was excessive, but when they bloomed so harmoniously, it was simply beautiful.

Just then, a gardener who was tending to the flowers approached in a carriage.

He was wearing a mask that covered his nose and mouth, but his eyes were shining coldly, making it easy to recognize him at a glance.

It would be hard to find someone who didn’t look good in overalls.

He was so covered in clothes that nothing but his eyes were visible, and he was even wearing thick gloves.

The cold-blooded gardener took off his gloves and threw them on the floor, then took off his mask and approached us.

“You’re here.”

Judging by the way the gloves fell off, they were not very thick.

I stared blankly into the bitter cold.

“Why did you suddenly become a gardener?”

The cold replied curtly.

“It’s a hobby.”

I looked him up and down because he looked a bit awkward, and then I suddenly realized that his waist was loose.

“Where did the frost go?”

“It’s in the mansion.”

“Aren’t you driving without a car?”

“I am staying away.”

“why?”

“Because I heard that advice.”

As he stared blankly at me, I could guess who he was getting that advice from.

“… … .”

Are you saying that Cheonma didn’t even spare advice for an already incredibly strong guy?

Since he received advice from Cheonma, he must have become stronger than before.

The severe cold that I faithfully followed Cheonma’s advice was not what I expected. What should I do?

My plan to beat the cold was disrupted.

No, come to think of it. But why does this guy just accept the advice the enemy gives him and act like a jerk?

[Tsk tsk… What a pathetic guy.]

“… … .”

The cold gaze turned behind me.

Sir Ashley quickly got into position and greeted me politely.

“I am Ashley Granalder of the Knights of Starvanger.”

The cold nodded.

“I know.”

Then he looked at her outstretched hand and said.

“Let’s skip the handshake. My hands are cold.”

“Oh, yes.”

Sir Ashley took his hand back awkwardly.

The bitter cold gave Walpole and Linda a quick nod, then turned its gaze to the last man who had stepped out of the carriage.

“You are the master of the Demon Sword.”

Bok-sil faced the bitter cold with eyes as calm as a lake.

“It is an honor to meet the knight of the cold that I have only heard of. My name is Rötgel Göbekli.”

The cold answered briefly.

“Sulkov Wintermeyer.”

The two sword owners exchanged a moment of meaningless glance.

The bitter cold turned around and led us.

“Come with me. Let’s have some tea.”

Wherever I went, there were already guests waiting.

A handsome old man with white hair looked at me with a hearty laugh.

“You’ve come, red-eyed demon.”

“… … .”

I looked at him for a moment and then looked into the cold.

“Aren’t you the former king?”

The cold nodded.

“right.”

“Why is that old man here?”

The bitter cold narrowed my eyes.

“Be careful with your words and actions.”

The king laughed heartily and stopped the bitter cold.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s more comfortable to be informal.”

Then he looked at me and said.

“How about it, do you like tea?”

An old king who ruled the Blake Kingdom for a long time and has now stepped down from the throne.

A strange light flashed across his eyes.

“… …Fuck.”

I didn’t feel good.

I felt the harsh cold eyes of the cold next to me, but I ignored them.

* * *

I looked at the teacup with steam rising in front of me.

Oddly enough, the tea was blue, an ominous tea that brought to mind Linda’s tea party.

“What are you doing? Not drinking.”

“You can catch it first.”

The old king chuckled and sipped his tea.

I tasted the tea only after I confirmed that it was not poisonous.

“hmm.”

“What do you think?”

“It’s not to the point where I can’t eat it.”

The old king chuckled.

Surprisingly, the taste wasn’t bad.

“It’s a cold flower tea.”

“What? What should I put in? What should I put in?”

“Anchan flower. Anchan flower tea.”

“Ah. Anchankkot. I know you well.”

“… … Heh heh.”

I looked at the old king who kept muttering something good.

I never thought I’d get to have tea with the King of Blake.

It’s something to behold as you live longer.

Who could have known that this day would come?

A kid from a dirty back alley rose to fame.

Now I understand why the cold was so nagging at me.

It seems the king ordered me to be brought to him.

The old king brought the tea to his lips, then put it down on the table and looked at me.

“It looks like you’re feeling better.”

“Yes.”

“It seems like the third guy wants to make you a knight. Did you accept?”

I shook my head.

“Who would want to be a knight of that sinister man?”

“No one wants to do it except you. It’s a great honor.”

I farted.

“Honor will freeze to death.”

“You don’t seem to pursue honor, do you?”

“Does fame feed you?”

Despite my somewhat rude words and actions, the old king simply smiled good-naturedly.

“That’s funny. You don’t care about fame or honor. Then why did you help the third one?”

“My heart. Do you have any complaints?”

The old king spoke in a soft tone.

“I’m going to leave soon anyway.”

“… …Why do you think so?”

“That’s only natural. You are not a being that should be subordinate to any one country.”

I stared at the old king.

“Do you know me?”

“I don’t really know.”

“… … .”

“Third, you must have already realized that I can’t tie you down. So, please allow me a little string. It seems like I want to hold on to at least the slightest connection.”

“… … Look.”

The old king smiled broadly.

“Okay. That’s enough.”

He was a man who had difficulty adapting in many ways.

If you’re the enemy, act like an enemy. If you’re an ally, act like an ally.

I scratched my head and asked.

“What should I call it?”

“You can call me Eskel for convenience.”

“Okay, Eskel.”

“Heh heh.”

I feel like I can feel the cold eyes glaring at me from far away.

But I thought it was too cheap, so I decided to come to an agreement with my inspiration.

“So, sir. Why did you want to see me?”

The old king smiled at me.

“I want to tell you an old story.”

An unknown light sparkled in his eyes that were filled with years.

“It’s going to be a long story.”