A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 185



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Episode 185. The Youngest One Returns

Jet black hair.

Tanned brown skin.

Mysterious golden eyes.

He’s probably about 170cm tall.

He was a little boy who looked not yet twenty years old.

If I had to say, I could say he’s the boss of the kids.

The guy smiled brightly as if he had finally found it, but then he approached me cautiously like a wary wild animal.

Every time I walked by, I heard a distinctive clinking sound.

It was the sound of spear blades hanging from one’s waist like key rings, striking each other.

The guy who reached in front of me very carefully looked up at me blankly.

After scanning me from head to toe, he seemed to be examining my facial features carefully… … .

I looked back and forth between my two eyes intently.

Then I drew sign language with my hand.

-Brother Ashvan. Right?

I nodded.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

Schmidt looked at me with a blank expression.

-how…….

“It’s a long story. How have you been? Fortunately, your limbs are still intact, and you don’t seem to have died.”

Schmidt’s golden eyes, looking at me, were filled with tears.

Just when things were getting a little awkward, a white fox yawned and came down the stairs from above.

“Long time no see, Schmidt.”

Miho, who came down the stairs quickly, circled around Schmidt and rubbed her body against his leg.

Schmidt stroked Miho with a bright expression.

I asked Miho, who was making a purring sound.

“How did you know and come down?”

“It smelled.”

Miho answered, enjoying the touch of Schmidt’s hands.

Cheonma, who was watching the scene, asked.

[Can’t that guy speak?]

“I got hurt when I was young.”

I pulled back the guy’s hood and checked his neck.

There was a large, lightning-shaped scar running diagonally across his neck.

It’s a wound inflicted by a devil.

Cheonma muttered softly.

[Oh… that’s too bad.]

I answered, smoothing the guy’s clothes back down.

“That’s okay. There’s no problem with communication. Where is the point of being alive?”

Schmidt tilted his head at my words.

Miho, who saw that, explained it instead.

“That guy came back in worse condition. Now he’s even talking to himself.”

Schmidt looked up at me with worried eyes.

-Did you fall headfirst off a cliff?

“Be quiet.”

Then, when he tapped the guy on the head, only then did Schmidt start laughing.

If it was Siri, I would have hugged him as soon as I saw him, but he’s a brat, but he’s still a blunt guy, so we checked on each other’s safety for a moment and exchanged smiles.

As I stared at the still innocent-looking guy for a moment, a thought crossed my mind.

“Hold on. Schmidt, you’re platinum level.”

-yes.

“How long has it been since you received the platinum medal?”

-Well, maybe 3 or 4 years?

“hmm.”

Boris said that the gold level for a test tube qualification is 5 years or more of experience.

But since it’s a platinum medal, wouldn’t it be possible to cover it up for a year or two?

It’s something you’ll have to go and ask to find out.

I led the guy straight out the door.

“let’s go.”

-Where?

Schmidt worked hard with his hands even though I had him by the wrist.

“Mercenary Guild.”

-why?

“Let’s talk as we go. It seems like we both have a lot to talk about.”

Miho yawned as she saw us off.

“Go on your way. I will guard our treasure trove.”

* * *

While walking down the street with the guy, many people recognized Schmidt.

It was only natural, since he was so famous and had such a striking appearance.

―… … Isn’t that a golden sword?

―Wow… It seems that Ashvan of the Half-Sword was really a member of Sherwood?

– Uncle Sven said that back then. He said he was a member of the Sherwood group.

-When did you come back?

– Does that mean other Sherwood members might return too?

A lot of talk.

I could hear people whispering among themselves.

But Schmidt was busy moving his hands as he talked to me.

The guy explained in sign language how he found me.

– I went to my brother’s grave. There was a white flower on the gravestone of that person named Tina.

“hmm.”

-Up until now, I’ve only laid flowers on both of them, or on my brother’s grave. But this is the first time I’ve seen flowers laid only on Tina’s grave…

“so?”

-Honestly, I thought it was ridiculous… I feel sorry for Tina, but I went around to all the flower shops in Schirnberg with those flowers.

As expected, platinum grade.

It’s a scary action.

If you use the deductive reasoning skills you used to track down the devil in a place like this, you’ll quickly find a clue.

Who taught you this?

That’s what I mean. You learned everything from me.

I still vividly remember little Schmidt following me around, learning the basics of tracking the devil.

[But why are you like that?]

“… … So, Schmidt. What’s next?”

Schmidt continued the story.

– At a flower shop, the owner remembered the person who bought the flower. He was a very scary man with blood-red eyes, and for some reason, he looked very sad.

“hmm.”

-So, using that as a clue, I searched all the inns in Sirnberg again. If I had come to Sirnberg, I would have stayed for a day or so.

“yes.”

-There I met a man named Camus.

“Camus?”

Camus the Hunter.

That gentleman is the gentleman who rode in the carriage with me to Schirnberg.

-They said you rode in a carriage with the red-eyed man all the way to Schirnberg. They said he was with his two younger sisters, but honestly, I thought he wasn’t my older brother.

“why?”

-There’s no way my brother would go with someone. And it’s his younger sister, too.

Listening to what he said, I realized that I have changed a lot.

As the seasons change, I too seem to have gradually experienced change.

-They say he used mysterious black magic, such as cutting a B-class demon in half with a single blow and freezing its body. I was frustrated here too. My brother can’t even feel mana, let alone use it.

“… … .”

Why do I feel so stabbed by the words of a seemingly insignificant guy?

Perhaps because the words were innocent, they hit harder.

– So, I was about to admit that it was all a vain hope and turn back… That man’s name was Ashvan? And he was also talking nonsense like he wasn’t in his right mind. I decided to hold out for a glimmer of hope.

“no…….”

– I headed east immediately after Camus said that he had heard that they were going east. I went to every village I stopped by on the way and asked about the red-eyed man riding in the carriage. Then… I heard a strange rumor.

“rumor?”

– In Milestone, a man named Ashvan of the Half-Sword punished the fake Sherwood.

“aha.”

-I came running without stopping as soon as I heard it… and I just arrived.

Anyway, the result was exactly what I intended.

Although the rumor spread that Ashvan of the Half-Sword was better known than the nickname of Ashvan of Sherwood, it eventually reached the ears of Schmidt, who was nearby, and resulted in Schmidt returning here.

I was surprised by the results I achieved faster than expected.

But this was also a stroke of luck, as it would not have happened if it weren’t for Schmidt, who had found a small clue in Schirnberg and started to track it down.

Come to think of it, it was Ketel’s advice to go to Tina’s grave.

Did she foresee this situation?

Anyway, after I finished talking, I patted Schmidt on the head without saying anything. Just like before.

What should I say?

I felt both proud and sorry.

The guy moved his hands busily.

-What about you, brother? I clearly saw with my own eyes that you fell from the foggy cliff with the devil. What happened?

“I’ll tell you that when I get back to the hideout. It’s a long story.”

At the end of the story, we were standing in front of the mercenary guild.

The timing is also good.

Schmidt asked me.

-Why a guild?

“I have something for you to do.”

Squeak… … .

I opened the door and went in right away.

“Curious… … .”

As expected, there was Boris sleeping soundly at the reception desk.

Does this guy think this is his bedroom?

I slammed the reception desk with his dirty feet on it.

“Wow!”

Boom!

He fell backwards just like last time… … .

“What kind of kid is that!”

Just like last time, he jumped up and got angry like fire.

The eyes of the guy who found Schmidt widened.

“Huh? Isn’t that the golden brat?”

Schmidt nodded.

Boris looked at me with a puzzled face.

“How did you find it?”

“I found it on my own.”

“You came looking for me? How did you know?”

“That’s right.”

I boasted, placing my hand on Schmidt’s head.

“Our youngest is this talented.”

“… … .”

I tapped Schmidt on the shoulder and asked.

“Platinum level. More than 3 years of experience. Isn’t that enough to qualify as an examiner? It’s platinum level, so you should understand that 1 or 2 years of experience is enough.”

Boris laughed bitterly.

“Idiot. Platinum rank doesn’t require any experience or anything like that.”

“Oh, really?”

“What kind of crazy person would ask a platinum-ranked person about his career? Just come and thank you—I’ll bow down.”

Schmidt, who had been busily moving his eyes while listening to Boris and my conversation, looked at me.

-A test tube?

“Okay. You should take on the role of test tube.”

-Who is taking the test?

“me.”

-yes?

“It’s me.”

-… … Is this a promotion test?

“Yes. It’s a gold rank promotion test.”

At this point Boris interrupted, writing something in a folder.

It seemed like he was writing Schmidt’s name on the test tube.

“A golden brat is more than qualified to be a test tube.”

“Then. What kind of guy is our youngest?”

“But I will also go with you.”

I stared blankly at Boris as he organized various documents into a folder.

“Why you?”

“The examiner is your acquaintance. In this case, for the sake of fairness, a guild staff member should accompany you.”

“hmm.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“If you think about it, you’re also my acquaintance.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Before I was your acquaintance, I was a model employee of the Milestone branch mercenary guild.”

“Model employee?”

“I received the Employee of the Month award for six consecutive months. I am the employee who clearly distinguishes between public and private matters. It is hard to find someone as fair and upright as me.”

That six-month period coincides strangely with the time Sherwood left this place.

I think he monopolized the Employee of the Month award because he was the only one left.

So it looks like that guy took first and last place.

I think I chose the first one because I liked it.

Well, what kind of award does a guy who sleeps at the reception desk all day get?

If I could award the guy an award, it would be a fatal wound.

Let’s just skip over it.

“Well… let’s do something like that.”

“This kid?”

“There’s a B-class demon nearby. Give me the closest one.”

“Let’s see… here.”

I glanced over the request Boris gave me and nodded.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

“Are you going right now?”

“Okay. The test tubes are there and the demon is ready, so is there any reason to delay any longer?”

“I knew it. Damn it.”

“Follow me.”

“Oh my… I was sleeping soundly.”

Boris grumbled as he gathered his files and left the reception desk.

There are many reasons why I approve of Boris, but this is one of them.

It’s about doing what you have to do, even while grumbling loudly.

Look at that guy who follows along obediently even though he’s really annoyed.

Isn’t grumbling just a way to gain momentum?

Of course it’s bullshit.

“By the way, where did the branch manager go?”

“I don’t know. It’s been a long time since it all came out.”

“A one-person guild?”

“Are you kidding me?”

Looking at it this way, it seems like he was the only one who kept his place at the reception desk, even if it meant dozing off while everyone else ran away.

No, I think it’s just because of his personality that he doesn’t like going anywhere.

I also spoke to Schmidt, who was looking at me and Boris with a dumbfounded expression.

“Follow me. Just watch me kill the demon. Let’s finish it off quickly and go to Uncle Sven’s for some pig’s feet.”

Boris naturally put down his spoon.

“Good. I can eat Uncle Sven’s pig’s feet every day and never get tired of it.”

Schmidt quickly moved his hands and made some sign gestures, but I ignored him and opened the door.

It was probably a sign language like ‘Hey, wait a minute!’

Seeing once is worth a thousand words.

“Schmidt. You pick up that piece of shit.”

“Are you going to fall?”

I ignored Boris’s protests and started the parade.

Wheeeeew-

The wind rose all over my body and the hems of my clothes began to flutter.

Looking into Schmidt’s wide-open eyes…

I chuckled.

“I’m going full speed ahead. Follow me.”

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