A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 226



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Episode 226. The Sword Can Break Anytime

“Wow… … !”

A woman with her face half-covered by covering herself with a veil like a gauze let out an exclamation.

The auditorium was in chaos because of the prosecutor who flew and landed on the stands, but she didn’t care.

Because the commotion occurred on the other side of the stadium.

The princess grabbed the clothes of the man standing behind her like a knight and asked.

“Mr. Monde. What the hell is that? Is it magic or swordsmanship?”

The red-eyed man who was staring intently at the princess changed direction as if he had nothing else to do and pointed at the second prince’s knight.

I could see black smoke rising in clumps from his fingertips.

The man called Mondra frowned.

“… … I can’t confirm that either.”

The princess opened her eyes wide from behind the cloth that half-covered her face.

“You don’t even know the degree?”

“Yes. Whether it’s magic or swordsmanship, it’s something that manifests through mana, but I don’t feel any mana from that person.”

The princess tilted her head.

“Then what is that? You were able to blow that big thing away with just two fingers. What kind of power is that?”

“Well… … The only thing I can guess is that it’s possible it’s black magic… … .”

“Black magic?”

In a broad sense, black magic is a term that refers to things that are different from general magic.

However, in a narrow sense, it also refers to the bizarre magic techniques that were banned by the sacred empire Hilka, which followed the will of the midday sun god Hope.

A magical ability that summons the dead.

An ominous, dark magic that gives off an evil and sinister vibe.

“I don’t feel the ominous aura that is typical of black magicians. What on earth is that…?”

Monde squinted his eyes and examined the man closely.

“One thing is for sure, that guy is not Franco.”

“then?”

The knight Monde’s eyes turned to the seat where he had been sitting and waiting during the intervals of the game.

There were two men and a girl cheering enthusiastically for the man in the stadium.

I don’t know the girl with the green hair braided into two pigtails, but those two men, no matter how much they disguised themselves, had faces that were impossible not to recognize.

Monde gritted his teeth slightly and muttered softly.

“… … Sherwood.”

The princess’s eyes grew wide.

“Sherwood?”

‘Among the Sherwood men, there is a swordsman with blood-red eyes… … .’

A person who carries a sword that is broken in half and has recently become famous for causing trouble here and there.

The one who single-handedly defeated the Class A Demon Hydra and became the new owner of the Platinum Badge.

Sherwood’s new captain, filling the vacancy left by Guston the Greatsword.

A man who serves as the focal point for Sherwood, bringing the scattered pieces of disaster back together.

“Ashvan of the Half-Sword.”

“… … !”

The princess’s face was filled with horror.

“Wow, that guy is Ashvan of the Half-Sword?”

“I think so.”

“… … .”

The princess became speechless.

Monde felt an ominous feeling for a moment, so he bent down slightly to examine the princess’s half-hidden face.

“……miss?”

The moment he discovered the princess’s eyes, which were gleaming with color, Monde felt his heart sink.

The princess muttered softly, her eyes sparkling like stars.

“Found it.”

* * *

The knight of the second prince, who had been provoked by me, glared at me for a moment, then knelt on one knee and spoke to the blunt second prince.

“My lord.”

The second prince also nodded while glaring at me.

His many-layered jawline quivered.

Judging by his expression, he doesn’t seem to like me very much.

Do you think I’m ruining the stage you’ve created?

Is it because I’m blunt?

The knight who had been given permission by his lord, who did not seem to have much majesty, strode briskly into the arena.

The guy stopped some distance away from me and looked at me.

“… … .”

“… … .”

I shared a glance with the guy for a moment.

He opened his mouth first.

“Knight of the Underworld, William of Veneta.”

Can’t be helped.

I also introduced myself.

“Flanco of Pantima.”

William looked at me strangely.

“Isn’t it Fatima?”

“Ah, Fatima’s Franco. I misspoke.”

“… … .”

William glared at me.

It looked like he was swearing with his eyes.

“That’s a lie.”

“It’s true.”

“You are not Flanco.”

“Then what is it?”

“The vile warlock.”

“Oh.”

William looked at me with a hard, frozen face.

“You use strange methods. It must be some kind of black magic. Are you in league with those who cry out to the dark heavens?”

“How could that be? I’m their nightmare.”

“nightmare?”

“A fight is fought with the tongue. Stop talking and come at me. I’m busy.”

William said in a determined tone.

“Whatever it is, it won’t work on me.”

Sling-

William drew the sword from his waist.

The sword was black, from the scabbard to the blade.

As the pitch-black blade was drawn high and cut through the clear blue sky, exclamations were heard from all directions.

“That is the first of the nine famous swords of Oposis, the Jet Black Sword… …!”

“Isn’t it also called the Black Iron Sword?”

“Wow, that’s amazing!”

“Amazing! I can feel an extraordinary energy just by looking at it!”

William raised one corner of his mouth slightly at the nobles’ reaction, then exclaimed with force.

Then a black aura rose from the sword.

The exclamations of admiration grew louder.

“Oh… … !”

“That’s it!”

“That’s the real Aura!”

The nobles were in an uproar.

“Hmm. That’s neat.”

I crossed my arms and examined the dark aura blooming on the dark sword.

I really thought that the pitch-black sword might be right.

Because that aura seemed like something that couldn’t be brought about simply by that guy’s skills.

If this is true, then the Black Sword has met a master who cannot even show half of his talents.

William slowly lowered the black sword that was piercing the sky and aimed the tip of the sword at me.

“Draw your sword, you coward.”

“okay.”

Sling-

I pulled out the sword from my waist.

Of course, it’s not the half-sword I was carrying, it’s the longsword I took from Franco.

It was a little lighter than what I was used to, but it wasn’t bad.

I raised my sword high as if I was going to pierce the blue sky, just like that guy did.

“… … .”

But the cheers that were poured out for that guy were not heard.

Instead, only the cheers of Linda and Dauphin and the applause of Schmidt echoed through the somewhat desolate stadium.

“Devil Mercy!”

“Haha, little brother! You’ve become so talented since I last saw you! You’re amazing! It’s great to see you!”

Clap clap clap clap!

Okay, that’s fine.

I looked up at William with a proud expression, the corners of my lips raised in satisfaction.

I opened my eyes for a moment to get a closer look at his skills.

In terms of mercenary rank, it seemed like he was at least gold rank.

Among them… nothing more, something in the middle?

It was a decent amount of skill, but I wondered if it was enough to proudly declare that he was the master of the famous black sword.

Of course, depending on how you use that momentum, you can either fall into the lower gold rank or rise to the upper rank.

In any case, he was not my rival, the owner of the platinum medal.

The gap between gold and platinum grades is by no means small.

William, the owner of the black iron sword that may or may not be fake, spoke in a frighteningly serious tone.

“I will give you a chance to receive my sword.”

Then he brandished his sword insolently.

“Come.”

I responded by shaking the tip of my sword.

“No, you come.”

“Just come without saying anything.”

“I told you to come?”

A tendon stood out on the bastard’s forehead.

“Don’t you know that this is the last consideration I can give you before I cut you down?”

“Oh, really? I didn’t know.”

“Okay, now. I’ll go.”

“No, I’m going.”

I shot the new gun straight at the bastard.

First, in order to feel the power of the dark aura attached to the sword, I decided to strike it without putting any internal energy into it.

Zzz!

Indeed, my palms felt tingly.

“Ugh!”

The bastard swung his sword around.

What should I say?

It was a sword with no distinctive features whatsoever.

Is it possible to find no individuality at all?

How could it be this boring?

I held back a yawn as I clashed swords with the bastard.

The aura attached to the sword was quite useful, so I was able to avoid falling asleep during the fight.

Zzz! Zzz!

As they clashed swords, it seemed as if Franco’s sword was about to break.

Jeokjeok-

It was the sound of a small crack coming from the sword.

It was the sword’s scream that it could no longer withstand the black, burning power of William’s aura.

At the same time, I made eye contact with the guy.

William must have heard that too.

I see you smiling with the corners of your lips pulled up.

“What are you splitting?”

“It is the sound of approaching destruction.”

I quickly kicked the ground and stepped back.

But William persistently chased after me as if he wouldn’t let me go.

Then he swung his sword even more fiercely, trying to destroy poor Franco’s sword.

Zzz! Zzz! Zzz!

I sighed involuntarily.

‘Oh my… that loser.’

That little guy who’s only focused on breaking swords is really… … .

It was like dangling a carrot in front of a donkey.

“Are you saying that Planco’s sword is a carrot?”

“That’s where the nonsense ends.”

It was a moment when the bastard’s lack of combat experience was clearly felt.

Combat is not a game about breaking swords, but about stabbing the blade into your opponent’s flesh first and rendering them unable to fight.

Of course, if I break the sword, I will be at a great disadvantage, but if I take advantage of the opponent’s psychology while he is distracted, I will be the one who wins.

I had a feeling that this guy William had never even killed a single demon, let alone been in a real fight.

It seems like he only learned how to act like a jerk in front of nobles.

This guy is the prince’s knight.

This was a passage that made us realize once again how corrupt and rotten Milgard’s royal family was.

If the sword in that guy’s hand is indeed the first famous sword, then it must have found the most pitiful owner.

But equally, the pitiful nobles were praising the Second Prince’s knighthood while exclaiming, “Oh!”

“Wow, what great momentum!”

“The author is no match for me!”

“It seems like the same method as before doesn’t work on Sir William’s Auror!”

“Haha, as expected from a knight of lowliness!”

“As expected, he is the master of the pitch-black sword!”

I stepped back as if I was barely able to block the attack, just as they said… … .

As I reached the end of the stadium, I glanced back and sighed.

The desperate facial expression is a bonus.

“ah!”

It was a sigh that implied that he had not realized that he had come this far, and at the same time, it was a psychological trap.

William was right, he got caught.

“You worthless bastard. Die!”

He swung his sword with a mighty swing, with the expression of a warrior who embodies justice.

I swung my sword in response to the screaming of Franco.

Bang!

The sword is broken.

The bastard’s black aura shattered into pieces and scattered in a beautiful way.

William aimed his sword at my neck with a triumphant expression.

“The sword is broken. What should I do now? Try bragging like you did before.”

I decided to give William some hard and hard advice.

“William. Let me tell you something important.”

“what?”

“The sword can break as many times as you want. As long as my heart doesn’t break, that’s fine.”

“What the hell is that―”

Before he could finish his words, a twinkling starlight rose from the broken sword in my hand.

“what!”

The guy glared.

I immediately struck the bastard’s sword with the Starlight Sword.

Ding!!

The black aura spreading across the bastard’s sword rippled greatly.

It looked like a flickering candle.

William was so surprised that he staggered and quickly backed away.

I grinned and approached him step by step.

“Excuse me, I’ll take your sword. As I said earlier, if you have a straight heart that never breaks, you don’t need a special sword. Let this be a lesson.”

Phew!

The rain started to rise violently, and the hem of my clothes, my hair, and the white ribbon on my head fluttered violently.

I took a step forward just like that.

Just with that, I dug into the guy’s arms with the wind.

“… … !”

As soon as I confirmed that the bastard was glaring, I wrapped a white snow curtain around my hand and grabbed the bastard’s blade, and with the other hand, I held the starlight in my palm and thrust the tension into the bastard’s chest.

Zzz!

A circular burst of air sent William flying horizontally, crashing into the audience.

bang!

“Whoa!”

“Eww!”

A scream arose.

In the midst of that chaos, I declared, raising the black sword I had taken high into the sky.

“This sword is now mine. I can do with it as I please.”

And then immediately soared into the air.

He spread his black fairy steps and ran across the sky, leaving the stadium.

Suddenly, I looked back and saw that with every step I took in the air, pitch-black clouds were scattering like a lingering scent.

He grinned and muttered.

“Master, what do you think? Do you feel a little refreshed?”

Cheonma laughed quietly.

[He is a very dark immortal like a dark cloud. The gait of a black immortal is clear.]

* * *

The people gathered in the stadium looked at the red-eyed man running across the sky with his white headband fluttering, his mouth half open.

He was running through the empty space as if he was walking on transparent stairs or stepping stones, and it was like looking at a mirage.

With every step he took, a dark, cloud-like fog lingered for a moment before quickly dissipating.

The sight was like a ghost wandering the night, or a mysterious night spirit.

Or, it seemed like the grim reaper I had only heard of had appeared in the present world.

Even the security guards guarding the stadium were busy staring blankly at the absurd sight, rather than chasing him.

“What the heck is that… … .”

The princess’s guardian knight, Mond, who had been blankly following the scene with his eyes, lowered his gaze at the hand that was hastily pulling on the hem of his clothes.

The princess, her face half-hidden by a cloth covering her face, was urging him on.

“Mr. Monde, what are you doing?”

“yes?”

“What are you doing just standing there? We have to chase after it!”

Monde stared blankly at the ghost of the night that was fading away, leaving behind faint dark clouds.

It was like a stain on the blue sky.

“… … Chase that thing?”

But the princess was stubborn.

“Hurry up before I miss it! Hurry up!”

When Monde hurriedly looked to where his group had been, they had already disappeared like a mirage.

Monde had no choice but to hug the princess who was urging him, and then hurriedly followed after the ghost who had shrunk to a tiny dot.

“Mond Sir! You can’t miss it!”

“… … I’ll try.”