A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 182



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Episode 182. Sherwood is Back!

Caution is the most effective weapon.

I am the swordsman who uses it best.

If you let your guard down this much, wouldn’t it be rude to the other person if you don’t take advantage of it?

How could I bear this? It was next to impossible.

Moreover, they had to show the most impressive scenes possible to the audience that had gathered there.

That way, the rumor will spread faster.

I also had my own calculations.

The brightest light is the one that shines in the dark.

A delightful twist that turns the tables at a moment when the spark of hope is fading away.

The operation was successful.

So the leader is split in half and dies.

The situation was resolved in an instant.

While they were frozen by the unexpected and shocking end of the fake captain, Miho, holding a sword in her mouth, rushed at them.

In a flash, several heads fell.

In an instant, they fell down, reduced to pieces of meat.

There were some who realized the situation too late and tried to run away, but in the end, they just ended up trying.

We are Sherwood.

Sherwood is not a merciful man who lets his enemies run away.

I joined in and cleaned up the rest.

Never let a single one escape.

I’ll show you firsthand what happens if you impersonate Sherwood.

Don’t expect mercy from me.

There were quite a few who ran away into the road hideout, but they had no other choice but to escape through the back door.

They will be sorted out by Shushuruta, who is waiting at the back of the building.

These guys were in my hands from the beginning.

I gently lifted it up onto my palm so as not to scare him, then clenched my fist hard and blood flowed out.

Miho, who had defeated them in an instant, spat out the sword she had been holding in her mouth.

Ring!

A sword, red with blood, was lying on the floor.

The sword was completely red with the blood of the men, but there wasn’t a single drop of blood on Miho’s white fur.

I clearly saw them slashing and cutting like they were a bloody storm, but how is that possible?

It was a strange sight even to me.

Anyway, only after the situation was settled did I turn to the onlookers.

It was a refreshing sight that would have elicited cheers, as all the bad guys who had been torturing people were instantly cleaned up.

The streets were as quiet as a mouse.

“… … .”

I was expecting at least a refreshing cry mixed with a curse saying, “That’s awesome!” Why is it so quiet?

Is it because it happened so suddenly?

Because the twist was so shocking?

Or is it because it’s a shocking sight of blood spurting out?

People just froze in place, staring blankly with wide eyes.

I tilted my head for a moment, then raised the sword I was holding above my head.

The red aura on my half-silver sword was still forming into a complete sword.

“Sherwood is back!”

“… … .”

But the response back was cold.

No, rather, they had slightly frightened expressions.

A situation where you can see people hesitating and taking steps backwards.

‘Why?’

The demon who was watching said.

[Try to tell the fox.]

I called Miho, who was calmly grooming her hair as Cheonma had advised.

How can you be so calm after slaughtering those guys in an instant?

It’s as if he’s killed a swarm of flies.

It can look extremely cruel, or it can look as elegant as a beast descending from the moon.

I guess that’s just like the devil.

“Miho.”

“What is it?”

“Come for a moment.”

White cotton candy came rushing in.

I picked him up in a hug and yelled again.

“Sherwood is back!”

Then he whispered softly to Miho.

“You say something too.”

Miho yawned while dangling from me and said something vague.

“Haam… … Sherwood has returned. Those who dared to impersonate Sherwood, Ashvan and I have dealt with them, so you can rest assured.”

Only then did a meaningful response emerge from people.

“It’s a talking fox!”

“It’s the real Sherwood!”

“Wow! Sherwood is back!”

“cute!”

… … Why do I believe what this guy says?

Although the content was similar, the reactions to what Miho said and what I said were starkly different.

Are you discriminating against people?

And if you think about it, this guy is more brutal and has killed more people, so why isn’t he scared?

Cheonma said calmly.

[It’s only natural since they have eyes too.]

“It’s unfair.”

[That’s why you should keep your eyes open and walk around nicely.]

“Is that what you want?”

I grumbled and quickly squeezed my name into the pouring cheers.

Because when rumors spread, it would be awkward if only this fox guy was mentioned.

“I am Ashvan of Sherwood! Ashvan of Sherwood and the fox defeated the fake guys! Do you understand?”

“Wow! It’s a talking fox!”

“… … .”

* * *

Miho immediately went into the hideout, saying she was sleepy, and curled up in the window seat where she always slept and fell asleep.

Shushuruta is hiring people right there and starting cleaning diligently.

It won’t be a quick task to clean up the bodies, wipe up the blood, and clean up the hideout they left in disarray.

In the meantime, I found a mercenary guild.

Because you need to officially register your mercenary group.

As I was walking down a familiar street, I arrived in front of the mercenary guild building.

“It’s the same here too.”

I opened the door and went in, muttering some insignificant sentiment.

Squeak… … .

“hmm?”

The interior was completely empty.

The mercenaries who always used to drink and chatter noisily were nowhere to be seen.

“… … Did I come to the wrong place?”

I went out on the road and checked the sign.

The mercenary guild was right.

“What’s going on? Surely it’s not because of those guys.”

He crossed the guild, muttering.

Every time I walked, I heard a creaking sound as the old wooden planks bent.

At the reception desk, there was a guy sleeping soundly.

In a somewhat unconventional position, leaning back on a chair and putting his feet on the reception desk.

“Curious… … .”

It can be said that this is an attitude that holds infinite possibilities of getting hit in the back of the head due to poor work attitude.

I could feel a strong will to really get a good night’s sleep.

I looked at him like that for a while.

[Do you know him?]

“yes.”

Brown hair, white face. Long eyelashes. Facial features with faint lines.

But she has a pretty face like a girl.

My hair isn’t that short, so I’m often mistaken for a woman.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely a guy.

That too has a very dirty temper.

I quietly watched the guy sleep and then slammed the reception desk.

“Wow!”

Immediately the guy got startled and fell backwards along with the chair.

Kkudangtang!

I watched the scene with my arms crossed.

“Wow. This is going smoothly.”

As soon as he fell, the guy jumped up and started swearing.

“What the hell. What kind of retard is that―”

He glared at me with his face twisted as it was, and then he became dumbfounded.

“… … Ashvan?”

I chuckled.

“How have you been, Boris?”

“You… you… … .”

There was a guy in the guild who treated me like a ghost.

Boris trembled and took a step back, pointing his finger at me. Then he immediately picked up the dagger behind him and threw it at me.

‘This kid?’

I simply grabbed it and slammed it into the reception desk.

“This crazy kid. He just threw a knife at me? Is that a greeting? Should I say hello to him too?”

I was so happy that I hurled all kinds of insults at him.

Let’s check all the various aspects of life, such as curses for the future, life plans for the next twenty years or so, evaluation of the present, re-evaluation of the past, and other things…

Only then did Boris, who had been listening blankly, smile.

“That’s right, Ashvan!”

“… … .”

Why do these guys have to take a ton of abuse before they can admit that they are my country?

The joy was short-lived.

Boris suddenly leaned over the counter and grabbed me by the collar.

“I was alive and pretended to be!”

I stared blankly at the guy while holding him by the collar.

“To whom?”

“To those Sherwood guys!”

Boris let go of me by the collar and swore at me.

“Fuck, I was the one who reported you missing and told Sherwood about it. You fucking bastards. Age is a title, huh? The guys who usually talk about taking the lead are freaking out and just passing the buck. I took on the job because I’m dirty.”

“… … .”

I looked at Boris for a moment, who was fussing.

I guess I was more upset about how I almost got killed than how I came back alive after falling off the foggy cliff and why my eyes were red.

[Why aren’t there any normal people among your acquaintances?]

“… … .”

I had nothing to say.

“Fuck, I don’t go anywhere scared. Those Sherwood guys are the exception. What kind of life is that… . I almost died of a heart attack before I even got hit. Especially Guston, that guy… he’s not human. He’s got a demon living in his eyes. You know that?”

I just brushed it off as nothing.

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

Not many people can have a staring contest with the captain.

Boris looked at me and clicked his tongue.

“But this kid has a ghost in his eyes. How did he come back looking even more vicious? Why are his eyes bloodshot again? Wait. What’s that blood smell? Sniff sniff. It’s not a demon’s blood, it’s human blood. Did he kill someone?”

“I ask quickly.”

I gave a brief summary of what happened when I fell off the cliff and what happened in Blake’s kingdom.

“… … You want me to believe that now?”

“If you don’t want to believe it, don’t believe it.”

“So, you’re an Auror user now?”

“Okay. Do you like it?”

Boris clapped his hands.

“Wow… You did all that crap, but you finally did it. Of all the crazy people I know, you’re the best. I’m proud of you! My friend Ashvan! I always believed in you. I knew you could do it!”

“Oh my.”

When I grabbed him by the collar, he would always pat my shoulder and act friendly, so I pushed him away and asked him what I was curious about.

“Why is it so empty here? Could it be because of those Star Scratchers?”

Boris said, sitting down in his chair as he was pushed away.

“No way. I can’t say they had no influence, but the main reason is that Sherwood left.”

“Explain in detail.”

“As you know, Milestone developed because of Sherwood. People came from all over the country to Sherwood to take on commissions, and the population grew. Of course, Sherwood couldn’t take on all of those commissions, so naturally other mercenaries came to pick up the overflowing beans. That was the basic structure.”

“yes.”

“But who would come to take on a job with Sherwood gone? Since there are no more clients, there are fewer jobs, and since there are fewer jobs, the mercenaries are leaving to find work. In the end, it’s come to this. Even those fucking dagger-wielding, dwarf bastards can’t do anything about it.”

“hmm.”

Sure, it made sense.

I thought it would have some effect, but the situation was much more serious than I thought.

The mercenaries have all left.

This place was originally a small village. It grew into a city on its own as Sherwood settled in.

Of course, it is bound to be different from a city directly managed by nobles.

There are no knights or soldiers, and the only remaining armed forces are mercenaries.

Now that all the mercenaries have left, who will protect us when the devil comes?

The mercenaries leave, and the people follow them, leaving the city in search of safety.

It’s a vicious cycle.

I realized anew that Sherwood was a huge pillar in this city.

Was this the reason why the captain declared that he would remain in the village?

“Hey, hey. It’s good that you came here.”

“what.”

“Can’t you kick those guys out? Those crazy guys. They’re occupying your hideout and pretending to be Sherwood mercenaries. If just one of the Sherwoods had come, they’d be destroyed in an instant.”

“That’s true.”

I came and put the harpoon down, so that proves what I said is true.

“You said you were a user. Well… you have one too.”

“hmm.”

“Well, even though they’re just a bunch of rascals, they’re still a lot in number. Maybe it’s because they’re one to many? They’re dirty guys who always start a fight. Then I’ll try to gather some people together… … .”

“I took care of it.”

Boris blinked.

“Uh, what did you say?”

“I’m on my way back after processing it.”

“Oh… really? How did you handle it?”

“Nothing much. I’m just going to kill them all without exception. The crime of impersonating Sherwood without fear is serious. I’ll leave a good precedent so that it doesn’t happen again. They’re probably busy cleaning up the corpses by now.”

Boris looked at me with his mouth half open.

“Whoa… This crazy bastard. You killed them all? Even the fake Guston? Every single one of them?”

“I figured I was just taking out the trash.”

“You’re still as ruthless as ever. I can smell blood.”

Boris crossed his arms and shook his head.

“So why are you here? It doesn’t seem like you came here just to see my face.”

“Right. Why did you come to see my face because I think you’re pretty?”

“Shit. She’s prettier than you, you idiot.”

“I’m pretty cool.”

“Okay. Why did you come?”

“I’m trying to register a new mercenary group.”

“what?”

Boris looked at me as if he had heard some strange news.

I said with a snicker.

“This time I’m the leader.”