A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 147



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Episode 147. The Red-Eyed Judge

“Old story?”

The old king nodded.

“It’s quite an old story. Isn’t it interesting?”

“not really.”

He laughed.

“Please bear with me even if it’s not fun. I really want to tell you this story.”

While I was looking at him fatly.

The old king slurped down his tea and spoke his first words.

“Have you met Oposis?”

“… … !”

“It looks like we’ve met.”

Oposus is a character who died decades ago.

Of course, it is impossible to meet them logically.

That means.

It means that I know that I met Ophiuchus in the Chamber of Trials, in the Tomb of Ophiuchus… … .

“How did you know?”

“You brought Vlad out, didn’t you? So you must have taken the test.”

The old king shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal.

“It’s a simple deduction.”

“How did you find out about the test?”

It was something that even Hans, the disciple of Oposis, did not know.

“I heard it myself.”

“You heard it yourself?”

“Oposis was my best friend. He also told me about the examination room.”

“ah.”

Only then did I recall something I had vaguely heard some time ago.

At that time, the king and Ophis were said to be close friends.

It appears that Ophiuchus had once explained his plan to the king.

When I thought about it that way, it wasn’t such a strange story.

The king stroked his chin and sat lost in thought.

“I don’t remember the exact principle… What was it called? It was a simple application of the Ego Sword, I think? It wasn’t something that could be understood with common sense, but whatever. He wasn’t someone who could be defined by common sense in the first place.”

I looked at him for a moment and then asked.

“Then… do you know about the last sword?”

“The Last Sword? Are you talking about Vlad?”

I studied his expression closely.

But it really seemed like he didn’t know.

“Hmm. Nothing.”

It seems that he was not told about the rainbow sword that bloomed brilliantly in nine colors.

Was this really something you took to the grave?

‘He was close friends with Oposis while he was alive… … .’

Thinking about it that way, a question came to mind.

About the tragedy that Ophiuchus and his disciples suffered.

If he were the king of his own country, he would have had the power to protect them.

No one survived, except for Hans, who had escaped the forge beforehand.

That means the old king in front of them turned his back on them.

You left your best friend’s disciples to die?

Why on earth?

At that moment, the worried look in Oposis’s eyes as he asked about his disciples’ whereabouts came to mind.

Even the bitter smile that appeared after hearing the answer.

The old king opened his mouth with a bitter smile, as if he had sensed what I wanted to say from the look in his eyes before I could even say anything.

“Yeah, I guess I should start with that. It’s a continuation of the story anyway.”

A bitter smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

It was similar to that of Oposus.

* * *

“What are you talking about?”

Walpole whispered to Ashley.

The answer came from behind.

“Don’t worry about it.”

It was a voice as cold as ice.

Walpole looked back in surprise.

There was a cold man holding a teapot and tea utensils, as if he had made the tea himself.

‘Before I knew it… … !’

He came right up behind me, but I didn’t even notice him.

My liver and gallbladder felt cold.

Walpole examined his expression reflexively.

It was a cold, frozen face that matched the cold voice.

Walpole spoke apologetically.

“Oh, Sir Sulkov. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I was just curious… … .”

“… … .”

The cold stared silently at Walpole, who was making excuses.

Those eyes were quite cold.

Walpole finished his speech by closing his eyes and crawling in.

“Yes. I was just curious… I didn’t mean anything else… … .”

Indeed, he was Blake’s strongest knight, the Knight of the Cold, as they had only heard of him.

It’s hard to even make eye contact without a lot of courage.

It was even worse because he had a blank expression the whole time, so it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

He was a very difficult man to deal with.

So to speak, it’s like a being that transcends humanity.

It wasn’t for nothing that he was called a demigod who transcended humanity.

The knight of the cold had that much of an aura.

Its presence was too great for an ordinary human to encounter.

Just seeing it makes me break out in a cold sweat. My saliva just flows down my throat.

How on earth does Lord Ashvan talk to someone like this so casually?

Ashley, who had been glaring at her virtuous subordinate for a moment, sighed softly and spoke to Hokhan.

“I apologize instead. I was so immature.”

“… … .”

widely.

Hokhan silently placed the teacups on the table and poured tea.

Even though I was just pouring tea, an inexplicable tension flowed through me.

Hokhan, who poured tea directly into everyone’s glasses with a neat and measured motion, spoke in an indifferent tone.

“Drink it. It smells good.”

“Oh, yes.”

Hokhan poured his share of tea into the empty seat and sat down.

Then he watched the people sitting around the table drinking tea, and asked Linda, who frowned and put her teacup back down.

“Is the taste not that great?”

“Ugh. It tastes bad.”

“… … .”

A flustered Ashley came to her defense.

“Linda says that everything tastes bad unless it’s poisoned.”

Linda stared at Ashley’s defense with a cold gaze.

“Is it true?”

“Yeah. I thought it would taste good because it was so colorful, but it doesn’t taste good at all. Ugh, ugh.”

The cold nodded.

“There is no poison. If you want, just add it and eat it.”

“Yeah, I understand.”

Linda took things out of her pocket, poured various things into her teacup, and then began to sip her tea.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah! Now it’s delicious. Want to try it?”

“It’s okay.”

The cold looked at Rötgel, who was sipping tea in a very neat manner.

Roetgel noticed the gaze and nodded while facing the cold.

“It tastes good.”

“I see.”

Dalgrak.

Rötgel put down his teacup, straightened his clothes, sat up straight, and looked out into the bitter cold.

“Lord Sulkov.”

Hokhan stared blankly at Rötgel’s expression.

From his very serious face, sincere words flowed out.

“I came to learn a trick.”

“… … .”

Hokhan faced Roetgel’s sincerity and lifted the teacup to his lips.

Until then, Roetgel remained motionless and stared straight at the knight in the cold.

… … Dalgrak.

The cold man slowly put down the teacup and opened his mouth.

“When you have finished speaking.”

“Words?”

The cold cold turned its gaze to one side.

There were two people talking from a distance.

“ah.”

Roetgel, who followed the cold gaze, nodded as if he understood.

The cold spoke to him, holding the teapot.

“Would you like another drink?”

Roetgel shook his head.

“It’s okay.”

“… … .”

The bitter cold made me feel ashamed to lift the teapot.

Ashley quickly emptied her glass and held out the empty one.

“Please give me a drink.”

… … slurp.

Ashley said, watching the blue tea filling her cup.

“The tea tastes really good. Did you brew it yourself?”

The cold nodded.

“exactly.”

Then he stared at Ashley, who was drinking tea.

… … It was very burdensome.

Ashley gulped down the steaming hot tea under his gaze.

The cold poured her more tea as soon as her glass was empty.

Slurp.

“Eat plenty.”

“Go, thank you…”

Ashley, who could not bear to refuse his kindness, ended up overdoing the tea as soon as her glass was empty, as soon as the cold air poured her tea.

Ashley felt like she needed to go to the bathroom. She felt like she was going to pee blue.

* * *

The old king began to tell a story.

“I often sneaked out of the palace and went to Ophis. When I was tired of listening to the ministers’ nagging, I couldn’t help but feel more at ease when I heard the cool sound of his hammer. I would fall asleep easily.”

The king had quite an unusual hobby.

“Just like any other day, I was dozing off while listening to the sound of the guy’s hammer. Suddenly, I woke up with goosebumps all over my body. It’s hard to describe, but I felt like the air had changed. The clanging sound of the hammer had suddenly stopped.”

“… … .”

“The moment I carefully raised my body and saw Oposus, I realized everything.”

“what?”

“It was planned from long ago that he would come to see me today. The whole universe was paying attention to our meeting today. I felt a strange feeling that was hard to describe in words.”

‘Suddenly talking nonsense?’

I stared blankly at the king who was talking nonsense.

Was it senility? I guess I was old enough to think so.

Still, I decided to listen to the old man’s nonsense until the end.

“He was Ophiuchus, but he was not Ophiuchus. His eyes were filled with a divine light, and he was surrounded by a great flame that raged like hellfire. The immense presence he radiated was suffocating.”

“… … .”

“Oposis often said that when he made a sword, there was a moment when his memories would disappear. I realized that this was that moment. Yes, I was witnessing the moment when God descended to earth through the body of his most beautiful believer.”

All I could think was, was this old man crazy?

The advent of God? What the heck is that?

“I am sure of it. It was Bolund, the god of blacksmiths, of iron and fire, of the anvil and the hearth. He looked straight at me and said, ‘Listen, king of men.’ I knelt down, trembling, and could only receive the revelation from the god.”

“timing?”

The old king moistened his lips with tea and spoke in a pious tone.

“The Red-Eyed Judge Will Come.”

What?

“The Red-Eyed Judge will descend from on high. In one hand he will carry a broken longsword that will consume everything, and in the other he will carry a dagger that will serve as a key.”

I looked at the old king with sunken eyes.

“I stammered and barely managed to ask, “When, when will you come?” Then he said, “After my most beloved believer leaves, disaster will befall his disciples. Do not dare to prevent that disaster.”

“… … .”

“As soon as I heard it, I knew what it meant. So I was very afraid, but I took courage. I dared to ask the reason. The answer I got was concise. “It will be a test for the judge.”

The old king continued speaking, looking up at the sky with his arms outstretched.

““The moment the judge overcomes all trials, a new master of the throne will come.””

An unknown light sparkled in his eyes as he looked up at the sky.

““He who stands alone. He who awakens alone… … .””

The old king, who had been muttering like a madman, lowered his raised arm and grabbed the teacup.

The king drank the cold tea in gulps and put down his teacup as he finished his story.

“With that I lost my mind.”

“… … .”

I looked at that king and blurted out a word.

“Crazy old man.”