A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 170



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Episode 170. I hope you’re happy there.

Camus stared blankly at the scene before his eyes.

The accident has stopped.

‘What the heck? What happened? What happened to the demon? What happened to the demon? What’s with that red rainbow? Why is that damn thing laughing at me?’

But Ashvan didn’t seem to care much about it, and just walked towards the corpse of the demon beast that was cut in half and danced his shoulders.

“You idiot with no sense. Are you saying that you’re that guy’s younger brother? Are you trying to get revenge? But you can’t possibly do that. This isn’t the me you used to know. Do you understand? The man who cuts up guys like you in two is the devil in the red eye. From now on, all of Maia’s devils will tremble at the mere mention of my name. Do you understand? Oh, this is just right. Do you understand?”

“… … .”

“Master. Look at this. This is a B-class demon beast. It’s one level higher than the C-class ones we saw before. Isn’t it disgusting? Isn’t it scary? … … What? An A-class demon beast? Those guys aren’t easy to come by. Even a B-class one is hard to come by. For now, let’s be satisfied with this. … … No, are you saying this is trivial? Master. Look at these claws. Look at these sharp teeth. How scary is it? If it grazes, your limbs will be ripped off in an instant. That’s a serious injury.”

Camus stared blankly at the red-eyed man with his mouth half open.

He was muttering to himself like a madman and fiddling with his fallen hand.

Then, suddenly, all the nagging I had told him about how great I was came back to me one after another.

Starting with the tale of six people barely defeating a B-class demon… … .

He pointed out his swordsmanship, taught him how to deal with demons, corrected his sword-wielding posture, and even made the arrogant promise to take him on a demon hunting expedition for a while.

Only gold-rank mercenaries or noble knights can defeat a B-rank demon on their own.

But, no matter how you look at it, that crazy guy dancing with a sword over the corpse of a demon doesn’t look like a knight.

Still, I managed to defeat the B-class demon.

That too with one sword.

then…….

‘At least gold level. Or higher.’

What if it’s more than that?

‘… …Platinum grade!’

Camus’s one remaining pupil dilated rapidly.

Now that I think about it, I suddenly remembered the somewhat random question I asked a little while ago.

‘Is it true that the Sherwood Mercenaries have disbanded?’

Where is the Sherwood Mercenary Group?

Isn’t this a place teeming with monsters disguised as humans?

Starting with Guston the Greatsword, the Red Witch, the Two-Faced Swordsman, the Talkative Dauphin, the Unbelieving Saint, and so on… … .

The Sherwood Mercenaries are the best mercenary group in the Kingdom of Maia, with all members being platinum rank.

If the man in front of you is a member of the Sherwood Mercenaries, then everything makes sense.

From his incredible strength to his insane personality.

‘The Sherwood Mercenaries.’

……dump.

Camus’s legs gave out and he collapsed on the floor.

Then, Shushuruta jumped down from the carriage and ran towards Ashvan, who was dancing with a sword.

“Ashvan! What are you doing! The sun is already setting!”

There was no particular reaction even after seeing the B-class demon split in half.

He just points to the west-facing sun and nags the red-eyed man.

“There’s no time to dance or slouch! We have to hurry!”

“Oh, already?”

Ashvan checked the sky that was turning golden and then immediately reached out his hand towards the demon’s split chest.

The magic stone of the demon was pulled out with a thumping sound.

Ashvan approached Camus, shaking off the blood from the magic stone.

Then, looking at Camus who was sitting there, he asked with a bewildered face.

“Did you hurt your leg?”

Camus looked up at him and muttered softly.

“… … Ashvan?”

The man with bloodshot eyes nodded.

“That’s me.”

“Were you a member of the Sherwood Mercenaries?”

Ashvan chuckled.

“You have a very sharp eye.”

“… … Ashvan. I’ve never heard of it.”

Chiiik-

The sword in Ashvan’s hand sparkled and the demon’s blood on it evaporated.

The rising smoke gently enveloped him.

His red eyes sparkled through the hazy smoke, and a deep smile appeared on his lips.

“The secret weapon of the Sherwood Mercenaries. That’s me.”

* * *

Various various – Charrrrrr –

Inside a rocking carriage.

I wiped the magic stone here and there and then looked at it.

It is a fist-sized magic stone that looks like a ruby.

The colors are more transparent and shiny.

If someone who doesn’t know sees it, they might mistake it for a jewel, but it is clearly a magic stone with a considerable amount of mana concentrated in it.

If it’s a B-grade magic stone, you can sell it for quite a high price.

But I’m not a man who needs money.

The legacy of Oposis. How could I ever run out of money when I’m the owner?

While I was thinking of other uses, an unexpected idea occurred to me.

‘Instead of elixir?’

If you think about it, it makes sense.

The elixir is also something that has absorbed the energy of nature over a long period of time.

If you look at the devil’s sword, it’s similar.

However, it can move and its nature is extremely vicious.

“What do you think, Master?”

[Impossible.]

Cheonma surprisingly opposed it.

[Just throw it away.]

“why?”

[Unlike the inner dan, the energy is very turbid and dark. If it goes on like this, it will only be able to absorb turbid energy. You have gathered only pure energy to fill the danjeon, so do you plan on contaminating it with turbid energy?]

I thought for a moment, throwing the magic stone into the air and catching it repeatedly, then said.

“Then what if I purify it?”

[purification?]

“We don’t use magic stones as they are. They are usually purified by the priests before use. Siri purified us.”

[What is Siri again?]

I answered with a snicker.

“Yes. A funny guy who doesn’t believe in God despite being a saint.”

I said as I threw the magic stone at Shushuruta.

“Don’t sell it, keep it.”

Shushuruta responded while receiving the magic stone.

“Are you going to write it?”

“Look.”

“i get it.”

I turned my gaze to Camus, who was still staring blankly at me.

It seemed like he still hadn’t come to his senses.

“hey.”

“… … .”

“Hey, Kamui.”

“… … It’s Camus.”

“Yes, Camus. I’ve frozen his body solid, so if you want to take it later, bring a large carriage and take it away.”

Camus nodded.

“Okay.”

Then he added quietly.

“……thanks.”

“Thank you. This is all I can give to the person who saved my life.”

“… … .”

Even though I brought the magic stone, a B-class demon is not something you see often.

The rest of the body is relatively intact, except for the one cut in half, so it could probably be sold for quite a high price.

It is a reward for the goodwill he showed me.

But for some reason, the hunter’s face was redder than usual.

The moment Camus opened his mouth to say something, Linda shouted.

“Devil! I see the wall!”

I went straight to the stables and shared the view with Linda.

In the distance, a huge castle wall came into view.

A smile came to my face.

Finally, we arrived in Schirnberg.

* * *

I passed the security check without any problems.

Shushuruta had already prepared an ID card to use in Maia.

A capable burglar cat can make your journey this easy.

Of course, I had an old mercenary card, so I presented it.

As it was a large city, there were many people trying to pass through the gate, so the guards roughly checked their IDs and allowed them to pass.

Camus, who was staring intently at my mercenary pack from the side, said:

“Can I see you for a moment?”

I readily handed over the mercenary badge.

“… …Sherwood Mercenaries. It’s real.”

“Of course it’s true.”

“But why the silver one? Didn’t they all have platinum ones?”

Before, I would have been furious, but now I have the leeway to laugh.

Is this what they mean by the leisure of the strong?

I answered with a grin.

“I told you, it’s a secret weapon.”

“hmm.”

Camus returned the mercenary badge with a look of understanding.

Then he pointed to the sack loaded in the back and said:

“Can you drop me off in front of the Mercenary Guild? I need to turn this guy in.”

“It’s not difficult.”

I skillfully guided Linda to the mercenary guild.

In front of the mercenary guild that we arrived at.

Camus asked as he got off the carriage with a sack of paper.

“Have you lived here before? The terrain seems familiar to you.”

“For a little while when I was young.”

“… … I see.”

I felt a little offended, so I made an excuse.

“I didn’t mean to lie to you. I just didn’t give you a chance to talk. It just happened.”

Camus waved his hand as if he didn’t care.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s my fault for pushing the lever.”

Before I knew it, his tone of voice had changed from that of a senior giving advice to that of a business partner.

Camus lifted the sack and slung it over his shoulder, then said:

“If you’re planning to stay a night, I recommend the Horned Black Goat. The stout there is delicious.”

“Oh. Are you still there?”

“A good inn is always full of people.”

“That’s a good answer. See you later then.”

“okay.”

The carriage started off again, and Camus muttered softly as he dragged his sack over his shoulder and entered the guild building.

“Oh, shit. This is so annoying.”

* * *

Camus bought it that evening.

How dare you brag about your money to the owner of the Oposium legacy?

I tried to discipline him sternly, but he said with a blushing face that he wouldn’t be able to sleep if I didn’t, so I had no choice but to eat it deliciously.

Because sleep is important.

The next morning, after drinking some cold stout and reminiscing.

I gave Shushuruta and Linda each a task and then set off.

To Shushuruta, information about the Sherwood Mercenaries, and to Linda, food supplies.

I plan to leave right away.

There was no need to see Camus face to face, as we had said goodbye the day before by clinking glasses.

Separating like the wind and then reuniting like the unexpected rain is the life of mercenaries.

No need to say much.

I walked the streets of Schirnberg for the first time in a long time.

In my memory, everything in Schirnberg was big. Now that I look back, it wasn’t like that.

Walking through a wide square with a fountain and a clean street.

I walked down a gloomy, shaded street even though it was morning.

The wary eyes of those hiding in the dark followed me, but I paid no attention.

Maybe it was because he was carrying a cool sword. He didn’t really get into trouble.

Do painful and painful memories become memories after they pass?

I walked down the street and shared memories with Cheonma without getting seriously hurt.

Cheonma listened quietly without saying anything.

As I walked back and forth between the bright and dark streets, picking up memories like that… … .

[Are you planning to go empty-handed? Take at least a flower.]

I bought a flower.

It was a flower with a sky blue interior and white petals surrounding it.

I held the flower carefully and walked somewhat awkwardly.

The place we finally arrived at was a cemetery that was laid out like a park.

I took a moment to look around at the tombstones, lined up in neat rows and columns like well-trained soldiers, before moving on.

The well-kept graveyard was spotlessly clean.

That would be the case, since it is a graveyard where nobles are buried.

The morning sunlight quietly setting on the cemetery created a pious atmosphere.

I looked at the tombstones, feeling the unique atmosphere of silence and solemnity.

In this strangely quiet place, even the birdsong is quiet.

It seems that the birds are also crying out to see the dead.

Of course, that’s complete nonsense.

I walked along the path between the tombstones, chuckling.

It is a place where nobles or those of similar rank are buried, but non-nobles can also be buried as an exception.

Either someone with great fame or someone who donated a lot of money.

Of course, in my case it’s the latter.

All the money I earned while working as a mercenary was used here.

Because she was the type of girl who didn’t fit in with the dirty back alleys.

But after the mercenaries died, they said that it was all useless.

Well, what do you think? I’m satisfied.

I feel a lot more at ease.

“… … Then what do you do?”

After he was placed in the grave, he never came back.

This is my second visit.

Like a cripple. He spent all his money and never came back.

He left as if he was running away.

I never went near Schirnberg.

‘why?’

Did I want to forget? Did I think I could erase you? Did I believe that?

‘……I don’t know.’

I always feel like a sinner when I stand in front of you.

As I walked along the path between the tombstones… I finally found her grave.

“Tina”

“I hope you are happy there”

“……Shit.”

It was a cliche epitaph.

If I had known this would happen, I would have done something cooler.

At the time, I was out of my mind and just nodded to the stonemason’s words.

Belated regret came flooding in.

Even that was a cliché regret.

A single leaf had landed gently on her tombstone.

The moment I approached him, smiling like a pitiful man, to pick off the leaves that had fallen on his head.

I suddenly stopped walking.

Because there was a tombstone standing next to it.

“Ashvan Sherwood”