A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 223



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Episode 223. The Revenge of a Gentleman

The next day, I woke up just after the sun was high in the sky.

Of course, it was because I overslept.

I must have fallen asleep after talking late into the night, because I woke up in a chair near the fireplace on the first floor of the inn.

I blinked slowly and looked around.

Dauphin, who had been sitting across from me listening to the story, was nowhere to be seen, and Linda, who had been falling asleep leaning on my shoulder, was also gone.

“Ugh… my head.”

“Uh, can I get some water… … .”

The restaurant was filled with the painful groans of the mercenaries who had been drinking heavily the day before.

I ordered some honey water from a passing employee and then relaxed my stiff body.

“Here comes the honey water.”

“thanks.”

I stopped gulping down the sweet honey water and chuckled.

Because I remembered that I dug through one of the Sherwood units yesterday.

The captain tried but couldn’t, his older sister didn’t have the heart to do it, Miho and Schmidt didn’t really feel like doing it, and Hurd burst into tears and failed… … .

Dauphin succeeded in beating him to death.

“……iced coffee.”

A feeling of ultimate satisfaction enveloped me.

It felt like all the pent-up tension was lifted after successfully beating up the Dauphin, who I was certain would be defeated.

It felt like a warm fireplace was lit inside my heart.

“Master.”

[What is it?]

“It has been said that a gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even if it takes ten years.”

The horse snorted.

[A guy who doesn’t even know what a gentleman is.]

“Anyway, it’s good. It hasn’t even taken me a year, so I’m not lacking in the title of gentleman. From today, I’m gentleman Ashvan.”

Cheonma clicked his tongue.

[A guy who doesn’t even know the meaning of the idiom. It doesn’t mean that the faster you get revenge, the better.]

“Oh, really?”

I scratched my head while drinking honey water.

“Then what does it mean?”

[It’s an idiom that contains the lesson of honing your skills while enduring for revenge. Didn’t I tell you?]

I only remembered after hearing it.

“Oh, right, that’s right.”

I thought about it carefully.

I am a worthless bastard who cannot take revenge on the gentleman… … .

“there is.”

[Who are you?]

“Guston of the Greatsword.”

The captain was a much stronger man than I had thought.

Even though I had honed everything I had worked on for half a year, going over the diagonal lines in the lower town, I didn’t even get a scratch.

Guston the Greatsword was a man from another world.

A monster among monsters, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Eight Sword Masters.

“Someday… I will defeat that guy and become the gentleman Ashvan.”

The devil laughed at me.

“… … Are you laughing? Master, do you find my wish funny?”

[That’s funny. You were born a man, but your ambitions are only that much?]

“Just a little. The opponent is Guston the Great Sword.”

[Of course, he is not lacking as an opponent who I will one day defeat. But aren’t you my disciple?]

“yes?”

[Then, will it be enough to surpass that guy?]

“then?

[Shouldn’t you at least be able to make the whole world kneel before you?]

“… … !”

Heavenly Demon.

A being that rules the world.

The absolute being who looks down on the world beneath his feet with an arrogant smile.

His perspective on the world was different from others.

How can a dragon that frolics above the clouds see the world with the same eyes as those who live with their feet firmly planted on the ground?

I carefully put into my mouth the title that is bestowed upon only one person.

“… … The best in the world?”

A smile appeared on Cheonma’s lips.

[You are my disciple, so if you can’t even do that, it will be a problem.]

“… … Hehe.”

Yeah, I was thinking about useless things.

I laughed with my hands covering my face.

“Heh heh heh.”

There are so many assholes all over the world.

Why did Guston get beaten up?

I was looking at the world narrowly.

It’s not just the captain who’s being hit.

I have to defeat the demons, defeat the Eight Sword Master, defeat the Northern Grand Duke, and defeat the Demon King who reigns over the western Demon Realm.

How dare you use the arrogant nickname of Demon King in the presence of the Heavenly Demon?

It is right to lose.

“Hahahahaha!”

He laughed, his shoulders shaking and his face covered with one hand.

“Oh my, that’s surprising.”

“Captain, why are you suddenly like that?”

“I guess you’re still a little hungover.”

I could hear people chattering around me, but I paid no attention.

I am the second heaven, succeeding my master.

Because he is a second generation heavenly demon.

[be right.]

Cheonma smiled with satisfaction.

It was an extremely arrogant smile.

I muttered with a similar kind of smile on my face.

“It is said that a gentleman’s revenge is not too late even if it takes ten years.”

I looked at my rough palms.

It was a trace of training.

“Ten years? No, five years is enough.”

I clenched my fist.

“Good. Then I will defeat the general after five years and take the title of gentleman.”

Cheonma sighed.

[… … I’m telling you, just because something is fast doesn’t mean it’s good.]

After drinking all the remaining honey water, I took a moment to reflect on the current situation.

The worst monster wave in the North.

Monster waves usually hit during the coldest times of the year.

It is said that it comes when it is the coldest and most chilly.

It is now late autumn, approaching the beginning of winter.

There was at least a month left before the demon hordes would pound the frozen walls.

They say it’s been a month, but who knows, they might come prepared and invade in two or three months.

If so, this will happen in a month at the earliest.

‘At this point, the devils will be defeated.’

So who should I beat up until then?

[Your mind is full of thoughts about who to beat up. I’m so proud of you, my disciple.]

It’s not that I’m a violent man and only think about beating people up.

Because the more I beat up strong people, the stronger I become.

At that moment, a rumbling sound was heard from the stomach.

[Eat something. You say you’re hungry.]

“hmm.”

I am a man who listens to his master well, even if I don’t know anyone else, so I immediately called the waiter and ordered a meal. Since I didn’t have much money, I ordered a soup with lots of meat.

The meal came out shortly thereafter.

I was eating soup and thinking about what to do for the next month.

The worry didn’t last long.

I came to the conclusion that if there’s no one to beat, I should just practice during that time.

It is necessary to refine the skills gained from this convoy, and it would also be a good idea to use this opportunity to completely separate and plan out different skills.

Or, you can review the Night Sky Moon Dance or practice the Seolji Cheongyeom Dance.

At that moment, Camus came over to me with his head held high and sat down across from me.

“Ugh… Head. Are you okay? It seems like you ate as much as me.”

As soon as the work was over, his title changed from captain to you.

Is this what it means to clearly distinguish between public and private?

I swallowed the meat I was chewing and answered.

“I felt a little better after mixing the moon with alcohol and drinking it.”

“What the heck are you talking about… … .”

Camus, trying to cure his hangover, called over to the waiter and ordered some hot tomato soup.

I asked Camus, who was holding his head.

“So, what are your plans for the future?”

Camus scratched his blindfold.

“Well… you must have made a lot of money. I think you’re going to have fun for a while.”

He nodded.

“That’s not bad either.”

“You?”

“Well… I don’t have anything urgent to do, so I think I’ll focus on training while I have the chance.”

Camus shook his head.

“Again, training? Even when you came here, you always threw yourself into training whenever you had the chance.”

“Because no matter how much I practice, I never get tired of it.”

“You’re so strong, aren’t you? You’re already so strong at such a young age, and you plan on becoming even stronger there? I don’t know why you’re acting so evil.”

He muttered softly.

“… … So that I don’t lose anymore.”

“what?”

At this time, the soup Camus had ordered arrived.

“oh.”

Camus’ attention was drawn to the steaming soup.

He ate his hot tomato soup and let out a “wow” sound.

“There’s nothing better than a hangover.”

“… … That looks so delicious.”

I ate my share of the soup while watching Camus munching on it like a dog.

… … I should have ordered that too.

“What are you going to do today?”

He asked subtly.

“I’m thinking about watching the game today.”

“Game? What game?”

“Oh, didn’t you hear? I heard from a guy last night while I was drinking. He said that the Eight Swordsman appeared.”

Stop.

The hand that was eating the soup stopped.

“… … Eight Swords?”

“Yes. I heard that the second prince’s knight became the master of the pitch-black sword.”

“The pitch-black sword… … .”

I had heard about the pitch-black sword from Shushuruta.

The first famous sword created by the legendary master Ophisis, the Jet Black Sword.

As it is the first of its kind, there are many fakes and rumors, so it is not known exactly what it looks like, and its whereabouts are unknown.

“I don’t know if the Master of the Eight Swords recruited him, or if one of his knights happened to obtain a sword and become the Master of the Eight Swords. Anyway, it is said that the Second Prince held a competition for one reason or another.”

I thought for a moment and then asked.

“What does the Second Prince’s knight becoming the Eight Swordsman have to do with the tournament?”

“It’s obvious. He must be trying to show off. It seems like he wants to use this incident as an opportunity to expand his position.”

Camus shrugged.

“They said that the winner of the competition would have the chance to share the sword with the owner of the Black Sword. Judging from the fact that they even held a competition like this, they must be quite confident.”

“Hmm… … I heard that there are a lot of fakes of the pitch-black sword.”

“I don’t know. It might be true, it might not.”

Camus picked up the bowl and scraped the remaining tomato soup into his mouth.

“Hmm… Tomato soup is the best for hangovers. It really takes away my headache.”

“Do you think it’s real?”

“I heard that people are whispering that he is the real owner of the Black Sword because he is so confident.”

“You think it’s fake?”

Druk-

Camus stood up from his seat, holding the bowl he had finished eating from, and smiled.

“What does it matter? As long as it’s fun, that’s all that matters.”

“I see.”

Unlike the impatient Camus who had already finished eating, I slowly savored the taste of the soup and became lost in thought.

‘The first famous sword, the owner of the pitch-black sword… … .’

A voice was heard from the other side.

– Here, here. I ate it all without leaving a single drop of soup behind. I don’t think I need to wash the dishes, right?

– Oh, sir. If you leave it on the table, we will clean it up.

―I came to brag about what I ate. It was really delicious. The chef’s skills are no ordinary skill.

―I’m glad you liked it. My daughter… … .

I ate slowly, lost in thought.

At that moment, the door to the inn opened and Dauphin and Linda came in with a blast of cold wind.

“Ah, I’m awake!”

As soon as Linda saw me, she smiled brightly and ran towards me.

“You devil!”

I grumbled as I pushed away Linda’s tangled, grass-colored hair that kept getting in the way while I was eating.

“Hey, why don’t you stay still? You’re eating, right now.”

“Hehehe.”

Dauphin smiled refreshingly at the sight.

“Aren’t we on too good terms? I’m starting to get jealous.”

“What about jealousy?”

I looked at Dauphin, who was wrapped in the cold wind outside.

“Where have you been?”

“The lady said she was bored and wanted to wake up her younger brother, so I persuaded her to go for a walk.”

“Two?”

“Two.”

“Were you being quiet?”

“There was no such thing as a lady of virtue.”

“Hoo.”

This is the first time I’ve seen Linda act so quietly with someone she just met.

Did you become a little more affectionate after losing yesterday?

I thought it would be okay to leave Linda in Dauphin’s care from now on.

I asked Linda, who had already sealed one of my arms.

“What did you talk about while walking?”

Linda said brightly.

“Yeah, I was talking about poison!”

“poison?”

Dauphin said, sitting down across from me at the table.

“I thought I had some knowledge of poison, but I can’t compare to Lady. I wonder where such a sharp-tongued young lady came from.”

“lol.”

I looked at Linda, who was flustered, and pushed away her bobbing, grass-colored hair.

“Go away, Emma.”

“Eeeek… … .”

I pushed Linda aside, who kept hitting me, and asked the Dauphin.

“Brother Do. I heard that the Eight Swordsman appeared. Did you hear anything?”

“Oh, that? It’s probably fake.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Because when you consider all the circumstances, there is a high probability that it is fake.”

“But since you said ‘probably,’ I guess that means you’re not sure.”

“That’s right. I didn’t see it myself.”

“… … .”

“… … .”

We exchanged glances.

Even though they didn’t say anything, a sinister smile appeared on each other’s lips.

“Shall we go and check it out?”

“Okay.”

We immediately stood up from our seats.