A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 218



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Episode 218. Monster Wave

I stared at the number 110.3ppm and put the paper down.

“… … What will the royal family’s response be?”

“They keep asking for a re-examination, saying the numbers might be wrong.”

“What was the result?”

“Every time I recheck, the numbers keep going up.”

“so?”

“Then this time, they are insisting that the measuring device is broken. They are going to keep demanding re-measurements until the results come back normal.”

“You never disappoint.”

“always.”

I crossed my arms and tapped my forearms with my fingers.

“Is a S-class demon coming?”

“I guess we can’t ignore that possibility.”

“crazy…….”

The appearance of a S-class demon.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is truly unprecedented.

Suddenly, the last words that Jeffrey uttered as he died came to mind.

-The northern monster wave… soon… … kekekeke!

“… … What the hell.”

I don’t know for sure, but I’m sure these damn Amcheon-gyo guys are up to something.

Are you saying that the doctrine of that demon was true?

I thought that at best, all you had to do was process the blood of a demon to make a potion.

Are you saying that doctrine is so great that it can trigger the appearance of a S-class demon?

As I thought about it, I remembered how the demons had become more vicious and how they had been controlled.

‘No matter what, it’s still like that. A S-class demon!’

“The royal family is turning a blind eye. They even issued a separate royal decree to prevent the good people from trembling in fear by creating a sense of crisis.”

“Everything looks like it’s going to fall apart, so what’s the point of creating a sense of crisis?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Benter said, flicking his cigar, the end of which was still burning blue, into the ashtray.

“The Archduke himself has requested help.”

“The King of the North himself?”

Ventor looked at me blankly.

It was a look that said, ‘When did you say it was disrespectful?’

He shrugged.

“After hearing about the royal family’s actions, I feel like the Archduke is the true king of Maia.”

“… … .”

“No one asked you to, but you’re taking responsibility and guarding the North Wall like an iron wall.”

“How disrespectful.”

“Don’t be disrespectful.”

Benter smiled faintly, smoking a cigar.

“This aspect is similar to Guston.”

I asked in a friendly tone, as if I knew the captain well.

“Were you quite close with the captain?”

“It’s all old news.”

Perhaps it wasn’t a topic he really wanted to talk about, as Benter answered with a long puff of blue smoke.

“An official document has already been sent to each branch of the Mercenary Guild. We are in the process of inquiring about the whereabouts of the owners of the platinum shield and delivering it directly. The document should have reached Sherwood by now. Since you are on your way, you have just heard about it.”

“aha.”

The venter sighed again, releasing the blue smoke.

“If you act like a brat in the fucking palace, the nobles and their knights won’t come forward unless absolutely necessary. So we have to find some mercenaries or something.”

“What about the wizards?”

“I heard that they asked for help from the Magic Tower as well… There’s no telling what those closed-minded authors will do.”

“hmm.”

He touched his chin and thought for a moment.

When I thought about it carefully, the biggest crisis of my life was slowly creeping down from the frozen ground.

Class B demons are classified as entities that can destroy a village, and Class A demons are classified as entities that can destroy a city.

This is a rather rough and not very strict criterion, though.

S-class demons are classified as entities capable of destroying a country.

Disaster was moving south.

The only good thing is that we have a living disaster on our side too.

And that too with the mission of being the guardian of the North Wall.

Thanks to that, the Kingdom of Maia has remained safe and untouched by the White Winter… … .

Will that be enough this time?

A S-class demon will not come down as a single entity.

They’ll come south with hundreds, thousands, maybe tens of thousands of demons and pound on the walls.

Considering the unrealistic figure of 110.3ppm, there is a high possibility that high-risk groups of A and B will flock here.

‘then…….’

Suddenly, my eyes met with Ventor’s.

“Have you met Guston?”

He nodded.

“I heard that you were staying in a rural village called Salos.”

“I heard they opened a restaurant there.”

Ventor’s brow furrowed immediately.

“… … A restaurant? That’s not even funny.”

“What I’m saying is.”

“What do you think? Do you think it will move?”

“Did the Archduke ask the Captain for help too?”

Benter nodded.

“I told Guston specifically to come out now and stop talking nonsense like retirement.”

“That’s a very polite request for help, isn’t it?”

“We’ll dispatch staff from the nearest branch as soon as we hear the news. They may have already left.”

The nearest branch… … .

Aren’t the milestones the closest?

Since the opponent is Guston of that greatsword, I think the top one will probably go.

“hmm.”

I expressed my deepest condolences to Boris in my heart.

I heard that when I fell off the cliff, the captain grabbed me by the collar and dragged me all the way to Salos.

“so?”

“I don’t know either.”

To Benter’s question, I could only shrug my shoulders.

One thing I can say for sure is.

Our members of the Sherwood Mercenaries are not the kind of patriotic fools who would readily roll up their sleeves and rush to help their country in times of crisis.

Before we even talk about patriotism, they are not good people who feel joy in helping people.

Rather, closer to being evil.

How can you say that monsters who eat rice with a knife and kill people without blinking an eye are good?

What is a patriot?

Rather, he is closer to a scheming villain who quickly takes advantage of the country’s destruction and runs away to the neighboring country.

Like most people, I don’t care if the country falls apart or if the neighborhood is destroyed.

They are the ones who only care about their own safety and the safety of what is inside their fence.

I don’t have any great beliefs.

It goes without saying that mercenaries are particularly individualistic.

There is no particular difference in the platinum grade.

Guys are people too.

It means that being born and dying are the same thing.

The current stronghold of the colony would be a remote mountain village called Salos.

Even at this very moment, the powerless and poor civilians who cannot enter the city are being torn apart by demons or bandits.

It’s not possible to feel sad about every single thing.

That’s what it means to live in a world where death is common.

“I see… … .”

Benter sighed.

I sighed so many times that before I knew it, blue smoke had piled up on the table.

If you exhale a few more sighs and puffs of cigarette smoke here, you’ll feel like you’re sitting on a cloud.

Is this the mysterious world where the immortals live, the Peach Blossom Land, that Cheonma had told him about?

I lightly wrapped my fingertips around the wind of the rain and then tapped the table.

Then a weak whirlwind arose around the finger and scattered the blue smoke.

Benter, who was looking at the sight with wonder, asked me.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“I have to go.”

There were no worries.

“The scent of death awaits me.”

The damn royal family and nobles deserve to be torn to pieces by the devils, but what crime did the good citizens commit that will be torn to pieces before them?

The powerless are the first to face misfortune.

There is no lofty purpose or ideal.

I just do what I can.

In this life, I plan to do to my heart’s content the things I couldn’t do when I had no strength.

Now I have the power.

Ventor raised his eyebrows as if in surprise.

“Really?”

“I, Ashvan. I am a man who never speaks lies.”

“It’s different from what I heard. Boris said that you often dress up with lies.”

“… … .”

Boris, how dare you talk behind my back?

It seems like life is tough, buried in paperwork.

Sometime I should take him out and show him the sky with his newly acquired martial arts skills.

I said in a nonchalant tone.

“Well… there’s someone I’ll meet in the North. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“That’s good news. I’ll contact the Archduke right away.”

I scratched the ball.

“That gentleman probably doesn’t know who I am.”

“If you don’t know, you’ll find out on this occasion. He’s the new owner of the Platinum Badge and the new captain of Sherwood.”

“hmm.”

“By the way, are the other Sherwood members busy? They miss having a hand.”

“I can’t do anything about those two who are having fun running a restaurant. Instead, I’ll talk to the guys at Milestone separately.”

“what?”

“Stop everything you’re doing and come running north.”

Ventor blinked.

“… … You’re going to do that much?”

“If we can’t stop it, it’s destruction.”

“That’s true.”

“We have to stop it somehow. It’s not someone else’s problem. Besides, the Archduke will have a hard time leaving the walls because he’s in command. The S-rank needs several Platinum-rank units to have a chance of winning.”

“Sherwood. You’re so self-willed. Do you think they’ll follow your orders?”

Guston was a nomadic man.

You crazy bastards, show your faces at least once a month.

That’s it. It was a style that was free and uninhibited.

What would the captain have done?

Would you have left them to their own devices when the worst crisis had come?

Or maybe they forcibly gathered together and advanced north.

Whatever you do.

It wasn’t really that important now.

No matter what anyone says.

Because I am the leader who does as I please.

Our proud Sherwood members will have to deal with me like this.

“I am the leader of Sherwood now. If you want, you can become the leader yourself.”

Benter chuckled, his cigar between his fingers.

“A new era has arrived.”

I said, shaking the platinum medal.

“So, I’ll take this.”

Benter nodded.

“Take it. Consider it a gift to the hero of the country. Although it’s late, congratulations. You have become the owner of the platinum trophy.”

“No problem.”

I put the platinum medal in my bosom and looked at Ventor.

“How much free time?”

“The late autumn has arrived, when the fields are turning yellow and the leaves are turning red… … . One month at the earliest, three months at the most.”

“So you’re saying we have at least a month to spare?”

“yes.”

One month.

This means there is plenty of time to take care of business here.

“I guess I’ll have time to enjoy the autumn leaves.”

I muttered softly and got up from my seat.

Benter looked up at me with indifferent eyes.

“Are you looking for that guy?”

“That’s right. Our mercenary guys are the type of guys who don’t listen to rumors. You have to go to them one by one and slap them in the face for them to understand a little.”

Ventor laughed heartily.

“Good timing. The crazy guy who declared that he would steal the Queen’s tiara showed up the day before.”

I answered with the corners of my lips raised.

“It’s rare to see such a crazy thief.”

“Not rare.”

“As far as I know, there is only one.”

“What a coincidence. Me too.”

I exchanged a fierce smile with the mercenary, who was old but still had sharp eyes, and then walked toward the door.

The moment I grabbed the doorknob, Ventor called out to me in a hurry.

“Hey! Wait a minute!”

The tone was very urgent.

When I turned around to see what was going on, Benter was taking a new cigar out of the box and asking me to do something for him.

“Just light one more blue fire and leave.”

“… … .”

* * *

Squeak… … .

“Ouch, you smoke so heavily.”

He waved his hands and blew away the cigarette smoke that had clung to his body.

As I escaped the room with blue smoke, all eyes were on me.

Everyone passing by the lobby stopped what they were doing and looked at me.

‘Was my appearance that flashy?’

I tilted my head from side to side and opened my mouth.

“What are you looking at?”

All of a sudden, the gazes that had been looking at me dispersed.

Ahem— Some people cough, others quickly walk away.

I strode out of the room and looked for my companions.

Linda was already half-asleep on the long chair.

Schmidt was looking at the bulletin board where requests were posted.

And then, the man and woman sitting next to Linda suddenly stood up, as if they were waiting for me.

I asked, blinking.

“Why don’t you go first?”

Ophelia said, smiling like sunshine.

“I wanted to say hello before I go.”

It was only then that I realized that they had no intention of going out for a drink.

He said with a sly smile.

“You seem to be in a hurry. So, have you found a place to live together?”

Arthur looked at me.

He was still wearing his wide-brimmed hat.

“I’ll have to take my time and figure it out. I plan on staying at the inn for the time being.”

“Hey, groom. Are you planning on keeping the bride in the hotel room?”

He took one of the jewels he had taken from the tomb of Ophiuchus out of his pocket and threw it to her.

Of course, it was wrapped in cloth.

There’s no need to brag to the neighbors about having jewels and make them swarm with flies.

Arthur, who had briefly pushed away the cloth, looked at me with wide eyes.

“This is… … .”

I laughed playfully.

“That’s the extent of it. Isn’t it right?”

“……colon.”

Ophelia also followed her groom and looked around the room, then blinked at the dazzling light that dazzled her eyes and looked at me with a dumbfounded face.

“Think of it as a wedding present. As the leader, I should give that much to save face.”

Arthur looked at me with his hat off.

“So, when are you going to upload the food?”

“……that.”

“You’re not thinking of not uploading it, are you?”

Arthur said as if making excuses.

“Because I don’t know any priests… … .”

“Shut up. Let me get it up. I’ll take care of the ceremony.”

“… … Captain?”

“I am actually a believer of the night. I have memorized the doctrine of the night.”

“Is that true?”

“Actually, it’s a lie.”

“… … .”

“The Night Believer is real. Ketel’s eyes are on me. Do you know the legend of the Real Name Saint?”

“I don’t know.”

“Anyway, I will bless your marriage, so first find a house and set a wedding date as soon as possible. At the latest, within a month. Do you understand?”

“… … Okay, I understand.”

He nodded with satisfaction.

“Then let’s go. I’m busy too.”

Arthur took off his hat and stared at me intently, then muttered softly.

“Thank you, Captain.”

His face was still blunt, but his voice trembled slightly in an unusual way.

I chased Ophelia, who was repeatedly bowing her head with tears in her eyes, and the boring man who couldn’t find anything to say out of the building.

I quietly watched the backs of two people walking down the street, holding hands.

-How, I am the officiant… … .

A chuckle escaped.

Why does that come to mind now?

Somehow, I ended up doing this, which is not something I had in my fortune.

“Plague.”

One more reason to go north.