A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 225



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Episode 225. Bang

A night when darkness has fallen.

“Ugh, ugh!”

There were people who were loaded onto carts like luggage, with their mouths gagged and their hands and feet tied tightly.

If anyone had seen that sight, they would have been shocked.

Because even at first glance, they seemed to be people who gave off an extraordinary aura.

All of these people were skilled enough to advance to the finals of the swordsmanship competition held by the Second Prince.

“Hey X!”

“… … .”

“Hey, Schmidt. Pick it up!”

“… … .”

“That’s right. Fill it up from the inside. Layer by layer.”

I stared blankly at the two people carrying them like a load, their hands and feet tied and squirming like caterpillars.

Dauphin threw it, Schmidt caught it, and shoved it into the dark warehouse.

“… … Brother Do.”

“Oh, is your little brother here?”

Dauphin told me to come here and gave me the address, so I came.

What is this in the middle of the night?

“Hahaha, little brother, take care of your condition. We’ll take care of it. Hahahaha!” It was only a few days ago that he dragged Schmidt away.

Tomorrow is the final day.

But when on earth did they kidnap these guys without anyone knowing?

“Ugh, ugh!”

Among them was Franco, who had a white band around his head.

The Dauphin untied the white band from his head and threw it at me.

“Okay, take it, Franco.”

I said this while casually receiving the bastard’s white belt.

“No, Do-hyung! What’s going on?”

Franco knew how to kidnap.

But what I overlooked was that I only knew how to kidnap Franco.

“Hold on a sec, little brother. Just put this guy in. Ugh! I’m going last, Schmidt. Make yourself at home, hahahahaha!”

Schmidt smiled in the darkness, then picked up the thing Dauphin had thrown like a bundle and threw it inside the warehouse.

“So? What are all these guys? Weren’t they just supposed to catch that guy, Franco?”

Dauphin said, naturally putting his arm around my shoulder.

“Oh, little brother. Even if it’s the main tournament, it’s still the round of 16. When are you going to beat all those guys up?”

“then?”

“I only brought the guys who will fight with my brother. Is Franco the 8th?”

“I don’t know. I was just thinking of calling his name and he’d come out.”

“Flanco was in Group 8, so you’re in Group 8.”

“Why did you ask when you knew?”

“While we were on our way to catch Planco, we had some time to spare, so we went with Schmidt and caught all the guys from groups 5, 6, 7, and 8.”

“what?”

Dauphin winked one eye.

“How was it? Did you do well?”

Cheonma laughed heartily.

[It’s so refreshing.]

“This is crazy… … .”

Dauphin pointed to Schmidt, who was emerging from the darkness of the warehouse.

“It was Schmidt’s idea. That guy, he’s hotter than he looks. He’s Sherwood after all.”

I looked where he was pointing and saw Schmidt emerging from the darkness, smiling brightly.

Making a V sign with your fingers.

It seemed to say, ‘I did well, didn’t I?’

Dauphin tapped me on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry, little brother. As I said, I only brought the guys who would fight with you. I left Groups 1, 2, 3, and 4 alone because I thought it would be obvious if I touched them.”

“The tea is already severe, you rice cookers.”

What kind of idiot would just say ‘I guess so~’ and move on when 7 out of 16 people disappear?

“Don’t worry, little brother. Just trust the Dauphin.”

“No, Do-hyung. Even so, I need to loosen up my body. What do you want me to do if you keep me locked up like this?”

Dauphin raised his index finger as if he had something to think about.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. All the guys here are just average guys. There’s a pretty good guy in Group 2. He’ll definitely make it to the finals, so you can warm up by beating him up.”

“… … Oh my.”

These guys are crazy.

A smile naturally appeared on my lips.

“You have to realize that those Sherwood guys are out of their minds.”

“Are you talking about this?”

I shared a few gloomy laughs with Dauphin and Schmidt under the faint moonlight.

Cheonma chuckled.

[They say green is the same color. They play with each other.]

Is it just my imagination that Cheonma’s words somehow feel like praise?

[It’s because of my mood.]

I see.

“So, where is this place?”

“Oh, here?”

Squeak-

“Dopeng said calmly as he closed the warehouse door.

“Welcome to my temporary home, brother. It’s a little shabby, isn’t it?”

“… …Temporary residence?”

“It was a shabby place, so I couldn’t just bring guests here. Oh, Brother Schmidt. If you touch that place carelessly-”

Woozikkun!

“… … It’s breaking. Hahaha! It’s breaking so hotly.”

They say it’s dark under the light.

Of all places, he had set up a temporary residence in District 2, right in front of the nobles he had plundered.

I don’t know if he’s crazy or if the distribution is big.

Maybe it’s both.

Well… whatever.

“I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

Thanks to my family, I made it to the finals without a single fight.

* * *

“Minotaur’s Brax! Come out!”

“… … .”

“Minotaur’s Brax! No?”

“… … .”

“I’ll count to 10. If you don’t come out before then, you’ll be disqualified. 10, 9, 8… … .”

But as the count continued, there was no sign of Minotaur’s Brox coming out.

Of course. He’ll be tied up and locked in Dauphin’s warehouse.

“3, 2, 1. Since Minotaur’s Brax didn’t come out, he was disqualified. The winner is, Franco Fatima!”

I chewed my lips sadly and muttered a little loudly.

“I really wanted to show off my skills this time. Ugh! This is such a shame.”

“… … .”

The stadium reaction was extremely cold.

That’s understandable, since half of the games ended without a single proper game.

[Haam… … .]

Cheonma yawned because he was bored.

A lot of talk.

The various nobles who came to watch were whispering among themselves under the luxurious awnings.

Our plump second prince sitting in the most luxurious seat looks quite uncomfortable.

But what can I do? Things have come to this.

Who told you not to come out?

A fair fight also includes sincerity, that’s what I’m saying.

The early bird gets the worm, so how can the lazy get the sweet fruit?

It’s absurd.

I looked at the plump second prince, wondering what he had eaten so well and how he had grown up, and then looked at the knight standing behind him.

As a result of spreading the word and tracing his energy… … .

“hmm.”

It fell slightly short of expectations.

As a knight of the second prince of the Kingdom of Maya, he showed off his momentum confidently without hiding anything in order to preserve his lord’s prestige.

If the royal knights I saw in Blake were like dark ponds with no clear view, he was like a very transparent pond.

But even that wasn’t that deep.

Are you saying that the level of the knights of the Kingdom of Maia is inferior to that of the Kingdom of Blake?

That can’t be true.

The kingdom of Maia, where demons run wild, is a world where only the strong survive and the weak survive.

Compared to the Kingdom of Maia, the Kingdom of Blake is enjoying an era of absolute peace.

The Kingdom of Blake is wary of invasion from its neighbors, but it must also slay the evil spirits running rampant within.

Now that I think about it, I’ve heard that somewhere.

All the true knights of the Kingdom of Maia are in the North.

So, here, Milgad, the capital of the Kingdom of Maia.

It occurred to me that the knights who settled down in this warm greenhouse-like place, protected by triple walls, might not be very knightly.

To please the nobles or royalty, those who are good at flattering and scheming would have settled next to them.

How much fighting would there really be in this city, surrounded by three layers of thick walls?

While doing politics, sometimes he’ll pull out a sword in front of the public and threaten them or act like a piece of shit.

It looks like the bosses of District 3 are still running the back alleys, so it looks like they aren’t doing a good job of maintaining public safety.

… … or are you receiving bribes?

In any case, my conclusion is that the knights who deserve to be called real knights are either guarding the northern wall in the north as rumored, or at least not in the capital.

They must be busy protecting their territory from demons, or they must be busy chasing demons that roam around like Bok-sil and harm people.

With that thought in mind, I made eye contact with the owner of the pitch-black sword for a moment before leaving the stadium.

As he descended, the white band tied around his head like a flan fluttered.

Dauphin, Schmidt, and Linda, dressed like nobles who had stolen them from somewhere, greeted me warmly.

“Wow, you devil! Everyone ran away because they were scared of you, right?”

Linda, not knowing the circumstances, made a wild guess, and I nodded with a confident expression.

“it’s me.”

Linda was purely amazed.

“Wow! So this is what it means to win without fighting!”

The eyes looking at me are sparkling.

Cheonma clicked his tongue.

[Do you really want to tease that innocent guy like that?]

“It’s fun.”

[That’s true. Tease me some more.]

“check.”

Schmidt was nodding off, perhaps because the game was boring.

Dauphin smiled and said to me.

“Brother. Have you managed to conserve some of your stamina?”

“Unintentionally.”

“You’re going to have to fight soon, so relax.”

Dauphin said this and nodded to the man coming up the stage.

His name was Begion, and he was a very large man.

It was not only large but also agile, so it seemed like it would be quite difficult to deal with.

Begion strode onto the field with a blunt face, and glared at me without even looking at the opponent coming up from the other side.

Sling-

He even took out a sword and pointed it at me.

There seemed to be quite a few complaints.

“Hey, where are you looking? Can’t you see me?”

The other person’s face turned red as if he was angry at Begion’s ignoring him.

The match began with the referee’s call, and the unknown opponent rushed at Begion in a state of excitement.

Begion hadn’t even glanced at his opponent until then.

“This cheeky bastard!”

Kagang!

There was a sound of metal clashing, and the next moment the two men turned their backs on each other.

“Ugh… gasp!”

The opponent who had rushed at me with a fever sank with a groan of pain, while Begion still kept his eyes on me and lowered his sword.

“The Winner! The Beggion of Yukata!”

The nobles who were watching his amazing feat applauded him.

Do nobles applaud in a noble way?

It was a truly depressing applause.

Whatever.

Begion lifted his hanging sword and pointed it straight at me.

“You, coward. You who know no honor. Come up.”

People’s attention was drawn to me by my unexpected performance.

I looked at the referee, and he nodded slightly.

I got up straight from my seat and headed out to the stadium.

“Come on, devil!”

“Hey, hey Schmidt. The real show is about to begin.”

I went up to the stadium, leaving behind Linda’s cheering and the sound of Dauphin waking up the sleeping Schmidt.

Begion glared at me and said.

“You’ve done something dirty in a sacred game.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. That’s disgusting. Did you put poison in your food?”

“I said I didn’t know. I guess they went to have diarrhea together as a group.”

I shrugged my shoulders and continued to pretend not to know.

Begion’s eyes became cold and sank.

“Flanco with a white headband.”

“What the heck?”

“I didn’t see it that way. How disappointing. This will further tarnish the honor of the Fatima family. What are you thinking, you fool? Do you think His Majesty doesn’t know your vile intentions?”

“That’s a lot to say.”

I looked at Begion, who was seriously criticizing my shortcomings.

He was definitely something of a different person.

If Franco had entered the competition as usual, he would have been the winner.

Begion pulled his lips into a cold sneer.

“No matter what you did, if you made it this far, your skills are obvious. Did you think that just by making it to the finals, you would be able to become a knight of the lower ranks? The lower ranks must have seen through every single one of your lowly deeds. After this match, a damp, dark dungeon awaits you.”

I yawned for a moment because the conversation was getting long.

“But before that, I will execute your punishment in advance. As punishment for ruining the sacred game of the goddess, I will take away your honor and one arm. Never again will you think of holding a sword with those filthy hands.”

“Or so.”

It was Franco’s honor to fall, not mine.

Begion raised his sword and took up a stance.

It was a neat posture, like a knight.

A solid momentum emanated from him that made it difficult to find a weak point.

“Are you ready?”

But… it was infinitely lighter compared to the heavy knight like the grim reaper I saw in the lower town.

I responded lightly to his provocation.

“I, Franco Fatima. I will defeat you on the strength of my one and only name.”

Originally, I was planning to warm up by beating up the opponent who advanced to the finals, but after seeing the guy who was acting like shit behind the plump second prince, I thought that there was no need to do that.

Not only were they not even as good as Blake’s royal knights, they were not even as good as the knights of the first prince that he had faced in the final battle.

It’s ridiculous that a direct knight of a prince of a country can be this good.

Maya is a disgrace.

“start!”

At the referee’s signal, Begion charged forward with terrifying momentum.

It was as if a bear was running towards me on all fours.

I didn’t draw my sword.

Because I didn’t feel the need to do so.

I just held out one hand, pointed with my finger at the chest of the guy running towards me like a bear.

I held the salt water ball and ice ball on each of my fingertips while raising the salt water ball.

A pure white chill on the index finger, and a cold flame on the middle finger.

When combined, a tiny sphere of light was created. It was the size of a fingernail. How cute.

But now that I saw it flashing white and blue like crazy, it wasn’t all that cute.

“bloke!”

Begion approached me in an instant and swung his sword at me.

I fired a miniature reverse light at his chest.

“Bang.”

At the same time, a white snow curtain spread from the fingertips to the entire body in an instant to absorb the shock.

bang!

There was a small explosion, and a huge mass flew out and landed in the audience.

Woozikkun!

There was such a commotion that one side of the audience seats were destroyed.

I paid no attention to the commotion and aimed my outstretched finger at the owner of the pitch-black sword who was standing behind the second prince and making a shit pose.

“You. And me.”

Looking at the bastard’s wide-open eyes and slightly open mouth, I felt a small sense of happiness.

Is this small happiness?