A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 181



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Episode 181. The crime of impersonating Sherwood is serious.

For a moment silence ruled the space… … .

A commotion erupted simultaneously from all directions.

“Come… … !”

“The Auror user has arrived!”

“I guess this is the real Sherwood Mercenaries!”

“Sherwood is back?”

I could feel the eyes of people holding a glimmer of hope.

This was a part that allowed us to guess how much those fake guys had tormented us.

Hearing that sound, more onlookers gathered.

Before we knew it, the area in front of the hideout had become the stage for a decisive battle.

But unlike the villagers who found a ray of hope, those who came down with such pomp to beat me up were thrown into complete chaos.

“Oh, come?”

“It’s true, right?”

“What the hell, there’s no such thing as Ashvan in Sherwood! He’s an Auror user!”

“Oh, no. It’s true. I’ve never heard of the name Ashvan.”

“Then what? That guy came in for no reason?”

“No, why are you yelling at me? Do I know?”

“What? Are you doing that to me now?”

It was quite admirable to see them fighting each other in front of the enemy.

Are you saying that these pathetic guys were impersonating Sherwood?

I opened my mouth to see internal divisions occurring so easily.

“Our fake people. Aren’t you coming in? Should I go?”

As soon as they saw my fancy sword, they began to retreat hesitantly.

“Not coming?”

Since he didn’t come rushing at me even after waiting, I decided to approach him from this side.

“Then I will go.”

As I took a brisk step forward, the men quickly backed away, bumped into each other, and fell over.

“Hey? Don’t push!”

“Eww!”

“Ahhhh!”

“Why don’t you go away?”

I watched the scene with a deep sigh.

Those Star Scratchers are such sloppy guys to begin with.

You might wonder how these guys ended up reigning as kings at Milestone.

Some even ran away into buildings along the road.

The more I looked at them, the more astonishing they were.

What he said while doing that.

“I’ll call the captain!”

They’re not little kids.

It sounded like he was calling his parents because he was at a disadvantage in the fight.

It seemed like that guy, the captain, was the main culprit in this situation.

Well, there’s no way these punks would dare to pretend to be Sherwood.

It seemed like they were using these rascals to take away the place where the rolling stone had been.

And while you’re at it, recruit some other ragtag guys who have nothing better to do and are just loitering around in the back alleys.

That’s how it gradually grew in power.

It seemed like that captain would have to come out and fight bravely, so I dispersed the aura and tapped his shoulder with my sword while waiting.

Meanwhile, the guys slowly retreated to their hideout, barking like scared dogs.

“You little punk. If the captain comes out, you’re dead.”

“The captain is a gold-rank mercenary. Have you ever seen a gold-rank mercenary?”

“Do you think we retreated because we were scared? This is all a strategic retreat.”

“You damn it. It’s not Sherwood. Huh? The captain said Sherwood was all scattered.”

Miho put the sword she was holding down on the floor and yawned.

“Ashvan. Can’t you just kill them all?”

“No. Then our hideout will become a mess.”

Miho was convinced.

“Oh, I see. That makes sense.”

A moment later, a man appeared with a shout, “Captain! It’s him!”

He must have been sleeping soundly for a long time because his tiredness and annoyance were clearly visible on his face.

The guy seemed a little surprised by the number of onlookers, which was greater than he had expected, but he quickly cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

“Who dares to oppose the Sherwood Mercenaries?”

His tone of speech was extremely arrogant, perhaps because he was conscious of people’s gaze.

The man pretended to be serious and arrogantly glanced around the room.

The guy who followed me around like a traitor pointed at me with his finger and scolded me.

Now I look at it, it was the guy barking at the window.

“It’s him, it’s him! Red eyes!”

The villain glared at me with sharp eyes at the name of the traitor.

“You really want to die.”

The sight of him slamming a large sword into the floor was quite intimidating.

If it weren’t for his drunken, flushed face and swollen body that looked like he’d never trained before.

But if you look closely… it resembles someone.

“Oing?”

The greatsword he was holding resembled the greatsword the captain used.

The black ones are like that, and the ones without any particular patterns are like that.

Of course, compared to the captain’s greatsword, it seemed much smaller and infinitely lighter.

Now that I look at it, the messy beard on his chin also looks like it was modeled after the captain.

“You dare challenge this great swordsman, Guston. Your liver is swollen.”

“no…….”

It was absurd.

Are you saying that you follow the leader because there is no one to follow?

“Stay still.”

Judging from his appearance, he wasn’t particularly handsome, so it seemed like there was no one else to emulate him except the captain.

Convinced.

As the long-awaited leader appeared, the men’s morale rose.

“You are dead now.”

“You crazy kid. It’s too late to regret it!”

“There are ranks for Auror users. The captain is a gold-rank mercenary!”

“Come here, real exhaust!”

Then there are fake Auras. And the captain is not a gold rank. He would just kiss and talk.

The situation is that those who were barking like scared dogs have become brave and are now wagging their tails again.

I tapped his shoulder with the broken silver sword and looked askance at the so-called leader.

“Aha. So you were the main character?”

It looked like a ragtag group that would scatter to the dark alleys where they were if the main body was destroyed.

The fake captain glared at me.

“You dare to oppose me, Guston the Greatsword? You are a man who has come out of a small boat.”

It was a guy who was more serious about imitating than I thought.

I chuckled.

“Captain. You’ve gained a lot of weight since I last saw you. Maybe you’ve been slacking off on your training?”

“Inom!”

The fake captain’s roar rang out.

“It looks like you’ve truly lost your fear.”

At that moment, the guy who had been having a friendly conversation with me outside the window whispered in his ear like a traitor.

The gist of it was that I was an Auror user and introduced myself as Ashvan of Sherwood.

“what?”

The fake captain glared at me with wide eyes, then tilted his head.

“No way. I can’t feel a single drop of mana.”

“It’s true. I saw it with my own eyes, raising a bloodshot aura like that guy’s.”

The fake captain threw back his head and laughed, “Ha ha ha!”

It’s refreshing to hear laughter.

“You guys must have been scared and seeing things. You pathetic bastards.”

“yes?”

“You who don’t even know the meaning of mana may not know, but to me, an aura user, I can see mana.”

“Oh… … !”

The fake captain pointed at me with authority.

“But I don’t sense any mana from that guy. It’s impossible to emit an aura. Those idiots.”

“Yes? But I can clearly see it with my own eyes… … .”

“Tsk. If not that, then what kind of trick was it? Come out!”

The fake captain, who suddenly became brave, strode forward, pushing through the men, and stopped a short distance away.

Then he reached out his hand towards the back, and one of them came out and put a dagger in his hand.

It was a dagger with a forked end, as if it were broken.

It looked like the end had been deliberately struck against a rock or wall or had been carefully ground to make it that way.

“Look carefully.”

The fake captain raised the dagger high enough to be seen… … .

“Put the pressure down!”

A murky aura coated the dagger.

It was a little faint, but it was still an aura.

The sighs of the onlookers mixed with the triumphant cheers of the fake guys.

That’s why I said it was unfair.

Even those pieces of trash emit auras.

I’ve been swinging my sword like crazy for over a decade and I still don’t feel any benefit.

How can this be considered appropriate?

The fake captain enjoyed the reactions of those around him with a haughty expression on his face, holding the aura on his dagger up like a holy fire.

I was the only one who clicked my tongue and looked at the bastard’s appearance with sorrow.

Why would you bother to show off your aura on a dagger?

It would look much better if you put the aura around a much larger greatsword.

The answer is simple.

Because you can’t put an aura on a greatsword.

The larger the target of the aura, the more mana is required, and the more delicate the operation is required.

In short, the bigger the sword, the more difficult it is.

Miho got annoyed.

“Ashvan. It’s hard to bear. Can’t you just kill them all?”

“Just wait a minute.”

Judging by his appearance… … .

It seemed like he had either won the gold a long time ago or obtained it through some kind of backroom deal.

Or maybe it’s a special constitution that makes you stronger as your body gets damaged.

In short, it was a body that had no practical use whatsoever.

The fake captain looked at me with a very smug expression.

“Did you see it?”

“… … .”

“I don’t know what trick you used, but as an Auror user, I can clearly see your dirty tricks.”

“… … .”

“This great swordsman Guston easily saw through your trick! Hahahaha!”

“… … .”

“You said you were an Aura user? Then try to reactivate your Aura in front of me.”

The fake captain slammed his greatsword on the ground and urged on with authority.

“What are you doing? I told you to do it.”

I thought about it for a moment… … .

Then I gave a signal with a glance to Miho who was staring at me.

He held the sword on his shoulder with both hands and raised it in front of his eyes.

And then he let out a yell like he did.

“Put the pressure down!”

* * *

A red-eyed man was shouting while holding a sword that was broken in half with both hands.

“Put the pressure down!”

“… … .”

“Haaap!”

“… … .”

“Whoaap! Why, why not?”

As Ashvan panicked, the men became truly arrogant.

The sighs of regret from the onlookers continued.

The fake Guston threw back his head and laughed.

“Ha ha ha! Am I right? It was a trick! No tricks will work against this great sword, Guston!”

The fake Guston walked towards him with a proud face and spoke to Ashvan, who had a blank expression on his face.

“I knew you from the moment you started wielding that broken sword. You rascal! You impersonate Sherwood. The crime of impersonating Sherwood without knowing your place is serious. You shall pay with death.”

The tip of Ashvan’s sword slowly lowered.

His sword was pointed towards the optimal position for a slash, but no one noticed.

I just think that Ashvan’s momentum is broken and heading downwards like the tip of a sword going down.

The fake Guston looked at Ashvan like that and smiled meanly.

“Or, here, try to pass between my legs. Then I’ll let you live.”

For a moment, Ashvan’s eyes flashed, but no one noticed.

Everyone was just busy laughing at Ashvan.

“Hahaha! I knew it! You swindler!”

“Did you think that kind of trick would work in front of the captain?”

“You’re lucky! Our captain is a generous man.”

“What are you doing? Crawl quickly and try to get between my legs!”

Ashvan approached him with a humiliating expression and lowered his body.

“Ugh… … !”

“Hahahaha!”

The laughter grew louder, and Guston’s fake smile grew wider.

That’s when Ashvan really tried to crawl between his legs.

A bright red auror split the fake Guston in half.

“……uh?”

That was the final straw.

The fake Guston seemed to harden, but then split in half.

Chomp!

Blood spurted out.

“… … !”

At that moment, everyone was frozen in a shocking situation that no one had expected.

Before I could even grasp the situation.

The fakes began to get cut down by the white fox that rushed at them with a sword in its mouth.