A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 219



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Episode 219. The Thief Dauphin

I walked along the streets of Milgad, the capital of the Kingdom of Maya.

I thought about it before, but it’s like an expanded version of Sirnberg.

The people here seem to be so focused on surviving the demons that they don’t seem to have much interest in artistic sensibilities.

No matter which city you go to, the scenery is very similar and not much different.

There must be shade here, like in Schirnberg.

If you keep going down the alleys where there is no light, you will soon arrive at the afterlife.

Even on a larger scale, it is no wonder that it is much larger than the back alleys of Schirnberg.

I heard that there are bosses that rule each area… … .

Well, it’s none of my business.

As this is the capital of the Kingdom of Maya, the city is large, but there are elements that set it apart from other cities.

That there are three walls.

The largest wall, located at the outermost end, is the tertiary one.

A second wall, growing in a circular shape along the central circle, is called the 2nd wall.

And finally, the first wall forms the smallest circle at the innermost point.

Naturally, there is a reason why cities have grown in this way.

The city probably wasn’t built according to this plan from the beginning.

I heard that… … .

First, the first wall was built, but as people began to gather and the city became overcrowded, a larger wall was built on the outside to expand the city. This is the second wall.

Since more people were gathering there, they thought it would be the last and built a large third wall around it.

But the more people there are in a city, the more crowded it becomes.

When even that could not accommodate all the people, it was realized that further expansion was not efficient, so satellite cities gradually spread out around the city.

In the case of larger cities, there are sometimes two walls, but this is the only one with three.

This huge city, which was naturally divided into three districts, was arbitrarily divided into sections by those in power.

The outermost three districts house the commoners, the two districts the nobles, and the innermost one district the royal family.

For the nobles, it was already unpleasant to breathe the same air as the filthy commoners, so how much better would it have been if the districts had been divided naturally?

Even so, I wanted to somehow enjoy a sense of privilege that suited my status and set me apart from the commoners.

A city divided into three districts, like a three-class system, with each district becoming more noble as it approaches the center.

For those who are anxious to show off the uniqueness of their bloodline, it would be nothing less than a city of dreams.

Even within that, it is said that there is fierce competition to live inside the circle, that is, close to the first concentric circle.

Those who are relatively high up are on the inside. Those who are relatively low down are on the outside. That’s how the hierarchy is determined based on where you live.

Even in District 3, they say that they secretly divide themselves into classes, to the point where the commoners live close to the center… … .

It really can’t be anything but a beautiful sight.

This is all thanks to the leading example of the noble ladies.

The goal of your life is to struggle to fit into a smaller circle.

It’s just a sigh.

After finishing the interview with Ventor.

First, I asked the guild staff member in charge of the magic orbs to contact the Milestone branch.

A message to the Sherwood Mercenaries. The content was simple.

A month later. Gather in the North.

After that, I left Schmidt to play around at the mercenary guild while he was looking at commissions, and I threw Linda, who was asleep, into the inn and went out to roam the streets alone.

I walked down the street, chatting with Cheonma about this and that.

[Hmm… It’s a pretty lively place.]

“Because it is the capital of the kingdom.”

[I can see the castle wall inside there too. A castle wall within a castle wall.]

“That’s District 2. This is District 3.”

[Is there a difference?]

“Well, I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard that the streets are much cleaner and quieter. That’s to be expected, since this is where our noble nobles reside.”

Cheonma laughed quietly.

[You look dissatisfied.]

“Sometimes, whenever I come here, I feel like tearing down all these walls that divide us.”

[Why?]

“I thought that if we all ran away from the devil together and got bitten and torn apart, we would realize that we were all just fugitives running away from death, just like everyone else.”

Cheonma laughed heartily.

[That’s a weird idea, typical of you.]

“I just think that way sometimes.”

I walked down the street for a while, silently wandering around.

“Oh, by the way. I haven’t decided on a name for that season yet.”

[What season are you talking about?]

“You know, that side effect that happens when you mix Cheongyeon (靑炎) and Seolji (雪枝). Crackle. Spin, spin. Bang!”

[Oh, you mean that?]

“What name would be good?”

[You have a good idea, so go ahead and say whatever you want.]

I thought about it for a moment and then blurted out whatever came to mind.

“Well… it was a small ball with incredible potential. A ball that would go crazy inside. Whenever it exploded, the sky seemed to turn upside down because of the tremendous light, loud noise, and destructive power.”

[That’s right.]

“Come to think of it, it would be fun to throw that guy into the very center of this city, wouldn’t it?”

The most solemn and majestic place, surrounded by three layers.

The most intimate central circle where the royal family resides.

I imagined a small sun, blinking blue and white, falling in the center of those concentric circles.

The sun slowly sets… … and in an instant, a light covers the sky and the ground. A loud noise. And then an explosion.

Kwaaaaaaaang!!

“Haha.”

I walked down the street giggling and laughing without realizing it.

I felt people walking down the street flinch and avoid me.

Cheonma thought for a moment and then offered his opinion.

[It turns the sky upside down… Now that I think about it, that ball of light was the result of going against the natural order.]

“hmm.”

I didn’t quite understand what he was saying, but I nodded anyway.

[A sphere of light that goes against the natural order and destroys all the laws of the world and turns everything it doesn’t like to ash.]

“Hmm.”

[A power that possesses the power to reverse the flow of things… … .]

I tried to express my opinion cautiously.

“then…….”

[Tell me.]

“Smash the sky?”

[Tsk.]

“… … .”

[I was foolish to expect that.]

“No, what about breaking the sky… … .”

He muttered in a slightly discouraged tone.

[The light that turns the heavens and the earth upside down. I would like the light that turns the heavens upside down.]

“Smashing the sky or reverse the light… … .”

I kicked the rocks on the roadside, grumbling.

However, the name Yeokcheon Gwang stuck in my mouth the more I thought about it, so the muttering didn’t last long.

Cheonma was a man who was also good at naming things.

I was walking down the street, repeating the name Yeokcheon-gwang in my mouth, and then I stopped by a tavern on the side of the road.

[Where are you going, by the way? You take a quick look around the inn where the guys were drinking and then leave right away.]

As Cheonma said, I went into the inn where the members welcomed me, threw Linda in the room, and immediately left.

I shook off the hands of the mercenaries who were holding me, saying that I had to go out for a moment to take care of something.

I answered, leaning inside the window of an inn with a restaurant on the first floor.

“I have somewhere to look around for a bit.”

[Is there another inn to look around?]

“That’s what it is.”

I smiled and waved at a lady who was startled when she saw me eating by the window, then continued walking down the street.

Looking for large taverns and inns in the area.

[Is there a reason?]

“Of course. I have to go see the Dauphin, the leader of our Gillentine Squad.”

[But why an inn?]

“You’re threatening to steal the Queen’s tiara tonight, so after work, you’re going to go somewhere to eat, drink, sing, and dance? We’re just going to look around to see if there’s a tavern that you like.”

[Hmm… I think you said you were stealing the queen’s treasure.]

“yes.”

[It doesn’t look easy, so is there really a need to give notice?]

“Oh, a pre-mutilation? That’s fake.”

[FALSE?]

What kind of thief announces in advance the time, place, and items he is going to steal?

Do-hyung is not a fool.

He’s a very smart man. Of course, in a bad way.

“The first preview crime. At that time, it was not a precious treasure like the queen’s tiara, but something of moderate value. For example, earrings or a necklace that the Countess’s wife cherished.”

[hmm.]

“At first, most people think like this. What kind of idiot would steal something with warning? So they either ignore it or just set up a simple boundary just in case.”

Our talkative former assassin, Dauphin, is the one who preached the theory that the more an assassin talks, the stronger he is.

In fact, our Do-hyung is a very talkative person. So people who know him call him the talkative Do-pin or the boastful Do-pin.

That means he’s that strong. As a strong assassin, it’s only natural that he’s familiar with the dark. A master of infiltration and assassination. That’s the Dauphin.

What more can I say, since I am the originator of the chatty assassin theory?

“Just steal the items as I said. What will happen then? The next day, the house where the crime was committed will be turned upside down.”

[Hmm.]

“Rumors spread like wildfire. News spread that a phantom thief had appeared, who had foreshadowed a crime… and it made us realize that he was a skilled thief who had actually stolen the items he had foreshadowed… and then we lowered our posture for a moment and waited for him to calm down.”

[and?]

“And then he foreshadows another crime. This time a very big one. What happens then?”

Cheonma smiled.

[There’s going to be chaos.]

“That’s it.”

People have no doubt that this time they will really steal it.

Because he showed it through his own actions.

Therefore, the owner of the treasure that has become the target of a crime defends it with all his might.

This time, the target is the palace, so they’ll be defending it with ironclad defenses. They won’t let even a single rat enter.

But this is fake.

In the second crime, he doesn’t even come close to the announced item.

While your eyes are focused on that place, you sneak up on another unexpected treasure.

Of course, it will be turned upside down again.

Then, they usually spread the third warning crime to throw the city into chaos and then leave.

The worst of the worst. The worst of the thieves.

That is exactly what our proud Do-hyung will be like.

Cheonma was amazed.

[Huh… In a way, that’s amazing.]

“Right? This isn’t a joke, is it?”

[If you had done that to me, I would have found you and beaten you to death.]

“No, I won’t beat you to death.”

Anyway, after I’ve made a short list of places where Doppelgangers are likely to appear, I just wait until night falls and then just quickly go around the places I’ve noticed.

I quickly looked at the large-scale taverns in District 3, then picked out the strong candidates and memorized their locations.

“Okay.”

Then, with a pounding heart, I headed to the inn where the mercenaries were waiting.

Brother Do. I’m going to see you now.

* * *

That night.

The count’s family heirloom was stolen.

The next day, the Count’s people discovered the family heirloom that had disappeared without a trace, along with a handkerchief that had been carelessly placed in its place.

The luxurious handkerchief had this written on it:

“It seems like you don’t know how to use this thing. You just leave it in a corner. Can’t you hear the sound of your treasure crying? I will use this thing well.”

“With sincerity, passion, and love. The Thief Dopin.”

“This, this crazy guy… … !”

The old count’s hands trembled as he read the words written on the handkerchief.

The count, who lost his family heirloom to a thief one morning, soon fell to the ground, holding the back of his neck.

“Ugh, ugh!”

“Count!”

“Call the congressman!”