A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 174



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Episode 174. Long time no see.

“It’s been a while, sis.”

The eyes of the red witch, Scarlett Bellucci, opened wide.

Clang!

The tray she was holding fell noisily to the floor and rolled around.

Scarlett just froze and stared at me as the tray rolled around until it finally hit something and fell over.

Is this what it looks like when you see a ghost?

“What? Why?”

A rough voice was heard from the kitchen, and soon a shaggy man came out.

He was so big that the door seemed cramped, and he had a menacing appearance that made you roll your eyes at him if you ever encountered him on the street.

I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw his still messy beard.

The captain looked at Scarlett, who had dropped her tray and was frozen in place, then, after noticing her astonished expression, he naturally turned his gaze towards me.

I greeted him as well, gently smoothing the brim of my hat.

“Long time no see, Captain. You’re still ugly.”

“… … !”

Was I an ice wizard?

The captain also froze in place.

Dilated pupils, gaping mouth.

It was rare to see the captain so surprised, so I watched him with a big smile.

His lips, which had been trembling, finally let out a hoarse word.

“you……!”

The captain glared at me with bloodshot eyes.

This guy was seeing ghosts too.

I replied with a grin.

“What are you looking at? Is this your first time seeing a handsome man?”

Then she picked up the container containing the forks and spoons on the table and threw it at him.

It rained forks and spoons.

But the captain, even though he was surprised, simply waved his hand and knocked it away.

Clang!

The dishes scattered on the floor with a loud noise.

I raised the corners of my mouth as I met the gaze of the captain who was glaring at me.

“Captain. How did you feel when you found out I fell off the cliff? Were you sad? Were you in pain? Were you surprised? Were you secretly happy? Did you plan to jump after that? I hope you didn’t do something so stupid.”

“… … .”

“You ugly devil. Did you miss me? You are not seeing things. I am Ashvan. I am back from hell, you bastards!”

“… … .”

“The man who survived the fall from the cliff, that’s me. The man who committed suicide with the devil on the cliff, and came back to life three days later, that’s me. Do you understand? I’m telling you to face reality. Don’t look at me like you’re looking at a ghost. Before you gouge out my eyes.”

“… … .”

“You dare to make someone a dead person? Do you really want to die? I am alive and well and am on my way to write a new legend in the Blake Kingdom. I became the owner of the Oposium Legacy and placed the arrogant Black Prince on the throne. I exchanged swords with many great knights and even fought with the greatest of them, the Knight of the Cold. Do you understand?”

“… … .”

“Get rid of that cliche idea that if you fall off a cliff, you’re bound to die. You fool. That’s why you can’t do it. How unsophisticated.”

“… … .”

“To fall off a cliff is death, but to rise again is a new birth. Anyone who wants to be reborn must shatter the world they once knew. As I did, as Linda the Madman did. So look up at me. Do I really look dead to you? Do I look like a ghost?”

“… … .”

“Look at me! I am standing proudly before you! If you have a mouth, then answer! If you have something to say, don’t slouch like an idiot, but speak up like a man!”

The captain, who had been staring blankly at me with bloodshot eyes, finally spoke after a long silence.

“… … What the hell. This is real?”

I chuckled.

“Then you thought it was fake?”

Red hair swung before my eyes.

“Ashvan!”

Scarlett hugged me tightly.

I felt a warm sensation.

It must be finally back.

I spoke in a whisper while gently hugging my sister’s trembling back.

“I’m back, Sister. I’ve come back from hell to save you from the filthy hands of that evil bastard. Is it too late?”

Scarlett answered in a watery voice.

“… … Yeah! It’s not too late. Thank you… Thank you for coming back alive. I’m so glad. I’m so glad… … .”

My sister hugged me tightly as if she was afraid that I might run away again.

I felt a little out of breath, but decided to hold it in.

I took a deep breath, smelling my sister’s spicy cigarette smoke, which I hadn’t smelled in a long time.

The captain was staring blankly at the sight with his hands hanging down, while on one side, the guys standing right next to the window were watching with bright eyes.

* * *

After closing the restaurant, we sat around two tables put together.

Actually, it didn’t seem to matter whether it was closed or not because there were no customers.

I took a sip of the warm, steaming tea and looked across at the other side.

Across from me, the Red Witch, Scarlett Bellucci, was staring at me with her chin resting on her hand.

As if I can’t believe it no matter how much I look at it.

Fiery red hair.

Captivating eyes.

The faint, spicy scent of cigarette smoke.

Although she appears to be in her early to mid thirties, no one knows her real age.

Because when I was young, I looked exactly the same as I do now.

My older sister is quite sensitive about age, so I guess she would have burned to death everyone she knew.

He looked a little haggard, perhaps from being held captive by the devil, but I’m glad to see that he seems to be doing well.

Aside from a few puffy eyes from shedding a few tears of joy at my return, he looked just as I remembered him.

“It’s the same.”

Scarlett nodded.

“It’s the same. How much could have changed in that short period of time?”

“Well, it might have been just a moment from your perspective. Time is relative, after all.”

Scarlett furrowed her brows.

“What do you mean?”

“……well.”

My sister’s eyes suddenly turned sharp, so I slightly averted my gaze.

“It’s a joke.”

Only then did Scarlett relax her eyes.

She returned to her characteristically languid eyes and looked at me blankly as she spoke.

“You… seem to have changed a lot.”

I nodded.

“A lot has happened.”

The captain intervened.

“Tell me about your tail first. What are your eyes?”

I pointed to my eyes and snickered.

“Can’t you see it? It’s a sign of resurrection.”

“Nagging… … .”

Scarlett looked at Mary, who was quietly holding her teacup with both hands.

“Mary, you guided Ashvan?”

Mary nodded.

“Yes. I went to the cemetery, and there he was, just standing there, holding flowers. I didn’t recognize him at first, but I realized it as we were talking. It was hard to believe, but it was indeed Ashvan.”

The captain snorted.

“What about you? Just call me uncle. That guy is some great hero.”

I agreed.

“Yes. A kid is a kid, and an old man is an old man. Call me old man.”

“yes.”

Scarlett soon looked at Shushuruta, who was sticking his tongue out as if he was sipping tea.

“Then what about this one? The lover you met in the lower village?”

I shook my head.

“The sister I met at the bottom of the cliff. Who knew I had a lost sister?”

“younger sister?”

The older sister tilted her head and looked at Shushuruta.

“He’s a special guy who saved my life several times.”

I tapped Shushuruta on the shoulder and gave instructions.

“Hey, little sister. This is a good opportunity for you to introduce yourself to your potential colleagues. Tell me about yourself.”

Shushuruta coughed and confidently introduced himself.

“As for me… … I will become the most favored disciple of the master of the Thieves’ Guild, the princess of the dark realm, the wolf child who howls at the moon, the strongest thief on earth who can steal anything, a merchant who buys and sells information under the shadow of the moon, a ruthless assassin who cannot even catch a shadow, and the shadowless demon thief Shushuruta.”

A round of applause came out spontaneously for the excellent self-introduction.

Clap clap clap-

The applause gradually spread from me to Mary, Linda, and Scarlett.

Look at that proud expression on Shushuruta’s face. His self-introduction was quite successful.

I corrected and added some sentences one-on-one, and it was rewarding to see him do such a great job.

He practiced several times on the way here in the carriage, and the light was shining.

The captain, who was the only one who did not applaud and was listening with his arms crossed, spoke curtly.

“So that means he’s a thief.”

“colon.”

My sister rolled her eyes.

Our poor captain showed both palms and expressed his intention to remain quiet.

Scarlett smiled warmly and looked at Shushuruta.

“Yes, nice to meet you. Shushuruta. Can we shake hands?”

“good night!”

Shushuruta shook hands with the Red Witch bravely without being discouraged.

My sister muttered softly with a smile on her face.

“… … so cute.”

“Red Witch. I am not cute. I am the terrifying Ghost Rider.”

“Yeah, yeah. I understand.”

Scarlett looked at the confident Shushuruta with a smile on her face, as if she really liked her.

“And this one?”

Scarlett looked at Linda, who was putting something in the car.

Her car was already dead and black.

Linda glanced at me from where she was making tea.

I don’t know why, but our crazy Linda was very depressed.

I nodded slightly at her timid gaze as she looked at me.

Linda looked at the captain and Scarlett with timid eyes, then muttered quietly.

“I’m… Linda.”

It was a voice that was crawling, but my older sister smiled and accepted it.

“Hi, Linda. My name is Scarlett. Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah… hello… … .”

Linda timidly raised her hand, then immediately lowered her head and sipped her tea.

Scarlett looked at me and smiled.

“Linda is very quiet. She’s like a puppy.”

“hmm.”

Actually, the loudest and most crazy one here was Crazy Linda, but for some reason she acted like a little kid who got scolded a lot by her strict parents.

I also had a hard time because I couldn’t figure out the thought processes or behavior patterns of crazy people.

Why is this guy doing this again?

Are you scared of your older sister?

I thought that might be the case.

Come to think of it, he was the guy who was quiet even in front of the knight in the bitter cold.

Is it because his sense of crisis is so keen that he can distinguish between those who are worth bothering and those who are not?

Anyway, after everyone finished introducing themselves, silence fell over the table for a moment.

It wasn’t such a heavy silence.

There was a lot to say to each other, but since we didn’t know where to start, a silence crept in while we were struggling.

Finally, at the moment when I was about to open my mouth after somehow deciding on a starting point.

A loud rumbling sound came from someone’s stomach.

I spoke with a sharp gaze, glaring at my surroundings as if I were drawing my sword and swinging it in all directions.

“Who is it? Who made that gurgling sound?”

Shushuruta looked at me blankly.

“It’s the sound coming from your ship.”

“Oh, really?”

I glared at the captain who had his arms crossed.

“colon.”

“what.”

“hungry.”

“whatever.”

“Why are you telling me to give you food, you punk?”

The captain responded with a bewildered expression.

“Did you leave it to me?”

“Can’t you make a meal for your family who came back from the dead?”

The captain stood up from his seat, mumbling as if he had nothing to say.

“… … That kid only yells at me.”

A thief who wanted to steal his colleague’s heart as soon as possible followed suit.

“I will help you.”

I grabbed the back of the neck of the guy who was trying to follow the captain.

“Up to there.”

Shushuruta looked back at me with the back of his neck held.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Shushuruta, who wastes food, is not allowed in the kitchen. Entry is strictly prohibited.”

“I made a mistake once!”

Whether he was upset or not, I put Shushuruta back in his seat.

My older sister asked with a puzzled look on her face.

“Food waste Shushuruta?”

“How did that happen… … .”

The story began naturally.

* * *

It was a sumptuous dinner.

Guston brought out all kinds of dishes, showing off the cooking skills he had been honing, and soon the table was filled with all kinds of dishes.

Guston’s expression was indifferent, but the lavish table setting, which made his legs buckle, clearly conveyed a sense of welcome.

Ashvan and his companions ate and drank a hearty meal and told stories.

For the first time in a long time, the restaurant was noisy and warm.

“So I did. Blow the location. Before the whistle blows.”

“Was it? Why don’t I remember?”

“Why? Because you were sleeping soundly at that time.”

“ah.”

Guston watched the scene silently and poured his glass.

It was a solo, but today it felt quite sweet.

The night was getting deeper as Ashvan’s story continued.

How many glasses did you have?

At some point, Ashvan called him.

“Captain, are you listening? I said. I stabbed one of those eight swordsmen into the heart of the cold.”

Guston nodded vaguely.

“Yeah, I hear you. It’s really great, great.”

Ashvan grinned and continued his story.

To be honest, more than half of it was probably just bragging, but it was quite interesting to listen to the braggart’s story.

Guston pours a glass of wine while listening to the story of Ashvan, a braggart who miraculously returned to life… … .

I got up quietly from my seat and went into the kitchen.

It was because the guys ate too well, more than I thought.

In particular, the girl who Ashvan introduced as his lost sister kept exclaiming in admiration at the small subject and happily ate the food, and she kept going in.

“Me too.”

Guston smiled and quickly moved his hands before the food was gone.

Then… my hand suddenly stopped moving at the sound of the guy’s laughter coming from behind.

“… … .”

Guston stood there quietly for a long time.