A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 213



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Episode 213. Silence ruled the night.

“Ugh!”

Phew!

Arthur’s sword was stuck in the eye of the wolf-like demon.

-Khuuuung!

The wolf shook its head wildly and tried to get away, but Arthur did not let go of his sword and drove it in deeper before twisting his hand.

Crunch!

The wolf fell down helplessly.

Demons were rushing in from both sides.

Ashvan, Schmidt and Linda were the ones who missed out.

Because no matter how excellent they were, they couldn’t stop dozens of demons without missing a single one.

Higher-ranking demons. Or those who drink a potion and become half-human and half-beast.

It was best to eliminate as many of those that looked strong as possible.

Only a very small number of demons reached the campsite.

Compared to the invading army, their numbers were extremely small. They were relatively weak demons, only D-class.

It wasn’t easy to stop it.

Anyway, because the demons were coming in groups.

But the mercenaries did not panic and responded calmly.

“Close the gap!”

“Stay in line! Don’t move forward!”

“caution!”

puck!

-Keeeek!

Their mission is to protect their target, not hunt the devil.

The mercenaries were doing their best to protect the non-combatants and hold back the demons.

“after-”

As Arthur dealt with the wolf’s clutches, a spider the size of a man emerged from the darkness.

Arthur looked at the spider’s hand and thought.

‘A horde of demons coming from both sides? And in the middle of the night?’

It wasn’t natural.

It smelled artificial.

But what was more surprising was that the captain had noticed it in advance.

He warned that there would be a night attack, so the awakened mercenaries quietly prepared according to his orders.

They gathered the non-combatants into two wagons, evacuated them, and formed a defensive formation surrounding them.

Although they did as the captain said, they were still hesitant until the enemies invaded.

I thought the captain had made a mistake.

The night was still quiet, and he was usually a very unpredictable man.

But I realized once again that crises strike without warning at the most peaceful moments.

The moment when the curtain of darkness is torn by the sword that shines like the stars of Ashvan, and the enemies that appear behind it are captured.

Only then did the mercenaries’ eyes light up.

‘Black magic!’

They were not ordinary enemies.

How meticulously did you prepare for the night raid?

If it weren’t for the captain, I would have been hit like that.

Only then did they realize that they had all been letting their guard down somewhere in their hearts.

‘How on earth did you figure that out? And you even tore the magic apart?’

I’ve never heard of a sword that tears magic apart.

Arthur shook his head.

It was not the time to be thinking of random thoughts.

Because the enemy was right in front of us.

As Arthur was confronting the black spider the size of a man, an urgent cry was heard from behind.

“Be careful!”

Right next to him, another spider lurking in the darkness suddenly jumped out and aimed for Arthur.

Arthur immediately blocked it by thrusting his sword between the spider’s teeth, but he had no time to block the spider that was rushing at him.

WHEEK!

At that moment, something brushed past his ear and an arrow struck the spider’s eye.

-Keeeeeek!

Arthur immediately twisted his sword and plunged it deep into the spider’s skull.

The spider fell down, impaled from the mouth to the head.

After dealing with one like that, I cut open the stomach of the spider that was suffering from being hit by an arrow.

“Are you okay?”

Arthur sighed and spoke to the back.

“… … No problem.”

It was prevented thanks to the warning from Ophelia, who had taken refuge in the carriage earlier.

Camus, standing on the carriage, silently fired arrows in different directions.

That was when.

Camus, who was assisting by standing on the carriage and looking around, saw an ominous halo of light flashing in the distance in the darkness and falling.

It was as if a cluster of stars had spread across the dark night sky and then quickly lost their light.

Creepy―

I got goosebumps.

Camus’s eyes widened.

It was almost instinctive.

“Bow down!”

Kwaaaaaaaahh …

There was a huge explosion.

A burst of light blew away the thick night in an instant.

The condensed air burst out in the aftermath of the explosion, creating a strong wind that shook the carriage.

Camus, who was on the carriage, had to bend down and hold on to the carriage to avoid being blown away by the wind.

“Huh!”

After a long moment, the wind died down.

When I raised my head slightly, the demons that had been rushing at me had already run away.

What followed the loud noise was an eerie silence.

Camus muttered with a blank expression.

“What the heck is this… … .”

Ophelia, who was inside the carriage, groped around in confusion.

“Hey, what just happened?”

Arthur answered.

“… … I don’t know either.”

There was a deafening roar accompanied by a huge explosion of light, but when I opened my eyes, it was quiet, as if it were a lie.

It was a terrifyingly quiet night.

It was clear that something had happened in the distance, but it was too dark to tell what it was.

Just silence ruled the night.

“… … .”

No one dared to speak.

Arthur swallowed dryly, holding his breath.

How much time has passed like that?

After a while, a sound was heard from far away.

It was the sound of something being dragged on the ground.

“… … !”

Chew!

The startled mercenaries aimed their swords at the direction from which the sound was heard.

I swallowed dry saliva and stared into the darkness.

To them, it seemed like a vast abyss.

It felt like a monster would jump out of the darkness. It felt like the darkness would swallow them up. It felt like the host of darkness would manifest in physical form.

A cold sweat ran down my back.

Soon, bloodshot eyes flashed in the darkness, and a man emerged into the light.

Their leader was Ashvan.

The mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief.

My shoulders, which had been tense with tension, slumped.

Ashvan looked at them and asked in a calm and composed voice.

“Is it finished over there?”

Arthur answered calmly.

“It seems so. It looks like everyone just ran away because of the explosion.”

“I see.”

Ashvan approached, dragging something behind his back.

Camus, who had been aiming his bow at the darkness where Ashvan had appeared, lowered his bow and spoke.

“… … That thing just now. Was it the captain who did it? I thought the sky was falling.”

“Oh, you mean ‘love and peace’?”

“Love and peace… … ?”

“The aftereffects didn’t reach here, did they? That’s fortunate.”

“… … .”

‘What the hell are you talking about?’

But I didn’t say it out loud.

Camus had no idea what was going on, and hearing the story made him even more confused.

At that moment, a clear voice was heard from the other side.

“You devil!”

Linda then jumped out of the darkness and ran towards Ashvan, slamming him into the body.

Ashvan reached out and grabbed Linda’s head.

“Get off me, Emma.”

“Eeeek.”

Ignoring Linda’s flapping hands.

Ashvan’s gaze turned to where the mercenaries were, behind them.

“How many did you save?”

The mercenaries hurriedly turned their gaze to follow his gaze.

A strange golden light flashed in the darkness, and soon Schmidt emerged into the light, dragging someone like Ashvan.

Ashvan muttered in satisfaction as he saw Schmidt nod.

“Okay. Let’s get right into the interrogation.”

Then he passed the campsite as if he was going to join Schmidt.

“Linda.”

“huh?”

“You are treating people. If you do well, I will reward you.”

“okay!”

Arthur soon realized what it was that was being dragged away by Ashvan’s hand.

It was a half-human, half-beast covered in blood, and its body was trembling as if it was still alive.

It was a strange looking thing, neither a demon nor a human.

He seemed to have lost consciousness, and his face was distorted with fear, as if he had witnessed something terrible.

Ashvan waved his hand as if nothing was a big deal to the people who were blankly staring at him.

“Oh, don’t worry about it and just go clean up. No one died, right?”

“……exactly.”

“Okay. The injured person will receive treatment from Linda.”

Then he dragged the bloody half-human, half-beast back into the darkness with Schmidt.

A moment later, a terrible scream was heard from the direction they had disappeared from.

* * *

He said to Schmidt, shaking his hands.

“Agent Schmidt. Was there a warlock there too?”

Schmidt waved his hand with a serious expression.

-There was.

“Did you catch it?”

Schmidt shakes his head.

It was the same for me.

They swept them away, but they missed the leader.

“Ugh.”

I sighed and looked down at the bloody, groaning losers.

It was a disgusting sight, half-asleep.

Some were relatively intact, while others were so crushed that their shapes were unrecognizable.

This was Schmidt’s work.

Our Schmidt, with his somewhat rough yet fiery interrogation style, has an extraordinary ability to induce primal fear.

“Ugh… … .”

But the strange thing is that even though it was such a mess, it was still breathing.

This must be the power of that black potion.

At first, he spoke human language well, but as his fingers and limbs became numb one by one, he started talking nonsense more and more.

So, this is really bullshit.

“hmm.”

I guess… the more the body is damaged, the faster the transformation progresses.

No, not that.

Anyway, I tormented him to this point using acupuncture and even classic methods, but I still didn’t find out anything.

Even the information that was revealed was of little value.

It wasn’t that there was a problem with the interrogation process, but rather that we had little idea whether they were low-level guys.

“Tsk. What useless guys.”

Schmidt looked at me and waved his hand.

-These guys don’t know anything.

He nodded his head to show his agreement.

What is the Dark Heavenly Sect, what is their purpose, where is their base, why did they attack us, what are their future plans, how did they control the demons, and who made the black potion…?

There were a ton of things I was curious about, but these guys didn’t really know the answers.

They just keep repeating that it was just a move to bring forward the grand plan.

Of course, I couldn’t figure out what the grand plan was.

“There’s nothing more to see.”

Hwaruk-

I lit a blue flame in my left hand and threw it at the guys.

-Kyaaaaak!

-Khaaak!

He muttered softly as he watched the bastards writhe in pain and burn to death.

“Do you think he’ll come back again?”

-Maybe so.

“I couldn’t catch the key figure.”

-If you come again, you can catch it then.

“……okay.”

I looked at the blue flames burning at my feet for a moment.

They looked like humans and like demons.

For a moment, I thought that perhaps the ugly devil inside me had burst out.

[You ride well.]

Cheonma muttered in an indifferent tone.

I watched them burn from beginning to end.

At some point, they stopped screaming so terribly, and then their thrashing became quieter.

And finally, it burned black as charcoal.

Bam.

If you tap it with your toe, it will crumble.

Only then did I raise my head and look at the sky.

Dawn was breaking and the first light was beginning to appear.

* * *

We set off as soon as the sun rose.

Fortunately, there were not many casualties.

Even if there was a wound, it wasn’t deep.

This was because they had prepared in advance, and because they were seasoned mercenaries who had been through thick and thin, so they stood shoulder to shoulder and cooperated with each other to fight against the evil ones.

However, there were still some injured people, so it was right to take a short break, but the first priority was to get out of the area, so we couldn’t delay our departure.

Instead, he frequently walked back and forth through the procession, checking on the mercenaries’ condition and taking breaks in between.

Surprisingly, Linda’s treatment was well received.

The man who had been limping after having his thigh bitten by a demon began walking normally after receiving treatment from Linda for half a day.

The man whose face was pale from being scratched by the devil’s claws soon regained his color.

Everyone just felt around my body with a bewildered look on their faces.

[Didn’t I tell you? Medicine and poison are the same.]

“hmm.”

[Even in the Central Plains, when a capable member of the National Assembly harbors resentment, he often becomes a man who is good at handling poison. Most of those who have had the nickname of Poison Horse for generations were also members of the National Assembly.]

Wasn’t it a lie that she learned from the Red Witch Scarlett Bellucci?

This was a shock to me too.

I can’t believe that crazy Linda has changed so much.

It wasn’t to the point where tears were blocking my vision.

Because I had been promised a reward, because the treatment was so effective, and because I couldn’t think of any excuse to evade responsibility…

I had no choice but to give Linda one ear.

“yes!”

Linda clung to my back like a turtle shell for a while, nibbling at my ear.

Why on earth can’t this guy chew on my ear?

To Linda the doggy, my ears are like dog bones that she is always chewing on.

The wetness didn’t feel very good, but the guy’s venomous saliva made my ears sting.

Anyway, I endured it, repeating to myself that this was the path to becoming immortal.

The path to becoming invincible is very long… … .

* * *

Two days after that.

The convoy was as peaceful and smooth as ever.

So much so that I thought I might have just had a nightmare.

Meanwhile, Arthur was sitting in the coachman’s seat with Ophelia, a poor woman who had lost her father, and was teaching her how to drive.

Every time she came to the campfire during a meal, Ophelia had a tired expression on her face and her expression was very stiff, so it seemed that she was not a good learner.

Even when they sat around resting for a while after the meal, Miss Ophelia would occasionally come up to Arthur and harass him.

It wasn’t really bullying, I was just asking him a bunch of questions about how to drive a carriage, but judging from Arthur’s expression, it was more like bullying. He looked like he had chewed on shit.

So, Miss Ophelia was a pitiful student who worked hard and had a lot of motivation, but her skills did not keep up.

In some ways, I think I’ll be the student who annoys the teacher the most.

Of course, Arthur tried to hide his feelings by controlling his expression whenever that happened, but it was obvious to us.

Camus laughed and teased Arthur, and I chimed in a little.

Whenever that happened, Arthur would often shoot me an impudent look.

‘Is it a rebellion?’

Fortunately, that wasn’t the case.

I just assumed that Arthur didn’t think much of Miss Ophelia and let it slide.

About four days had passed since the attack.

Knock knock knock

A late night when everyone is asleep.

Arthur, taking off his hat, spoke across the campfire.

“colon.”

I stared into his eyes, thinking, “It was meant to be.”

Is this what it means to have energy in your eyes?

There was a certain power in the gaze that looked at me, and the eyes were clear.

The bonfire reflected like candlelight in his clear eyes.

It was a firm candle that would never waver in any wind.

I looked into Arthur’s eyes and quietly muttered.

“Arthur.”

It means, “Speak up, I’m ready to listen.”

In that brief moment, many thoughts crossed my mind.

Are you finally going to declare that you can’t do it anymore?

You’re going to hit me?

Well, I’ve been patient for a long time. Miss Ophelia has been caught off guard and thrown into trees more than once.

What if he threatens to kill Miss Ophelia?

Finally, Arthur’s mouth opened.

“I’m thinking of proposing to Miss Ophelia.”

It was an unexpected remark.