A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 246



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Episode 246. Black Magician Adrian

“You’ve worked hard. Go and rest.”

“yes.”

I returned to the inn, carrying some of the duke’s burden on my shoulders.

Of course, the Duke offered us a room in his mansion, but we quickly declined, as the lively and cozy inn was more comfortable in many ways than the Duke’s dreary mansion.

After finishing the report, I returned to the inn with a tired and weary body… … .

The guys had already left work.

The owner was clearing the messy table.

Empty glasses were visible, as if they had been drinking to relieve their fatigue.

… … The captain is bound to be tired.

While I was working hard, these guys were drinking hard.

Should I hit the captain right now?

[Okay. Since I’m going to throw away the captain, I guess I can throw away this request as well.]

“I was just saying.”

He grumbled and sat down at the table, ordering food and drinks.

Then I looked at Linda, who was sitting across from me.

The boy was dropping something into a round, flat glass dish, one drop at a time, with a scary, focused look on his face, observing the reaction.

Next to it were several glass bottles containing various liquids and powders.

“… … .”

The guy who would usually cling to me and say, “You’re a devil, you devil,” just by looking at my face, didn’t even notice me and was absorbed in his experiment.

He must have been quite angry because his poison didn’t work.

The guy who was that serious about poison was the master of poison, Mad Linda.

I deliberately did not speak to Linda so that she could concentrate on her studies.

Linda’s quiet concentration was a rare sight, so I watched her serious face while eating.

He seemed like a different person.

After finishing the meal, I washed my body with warm bath water and dragged my tired body up to my room.

Because a gift called tomorrow awaits Sherwood’s leader, Ashvan.

Slap.

I lay in bed, blankly staring at the dark ceiling.

‘If a S-class demon really appears, will I be able to handle it?’

I was growing stronger quickly, but the crisis was growing bigger at a faster rate.

It was a speed that was difficult to keep up with.

But that sense of crisis was short-lived.

I thought of the guys who came back after beating up Class A demons like they were neighborhood gangsters.

Then it occurred to me that maybe I could do something with the Sherwood guys.

‘… … somehow?’

Suddenly, I came to my senses as if I had just plunged my head into cold water.

No, it shouldn’t be ‘somehow’.

What if, somehow, someone dies in the process?

Even if his sacrifice defeats the S-class demon, it is of no consolation whatsoever.

I wouldn’t be happy at all.

The guys are going to make me feel what I felt when I fell off the cliff.

That’s… something no one wants.

That kind of thing shouldn’t happen.

Never again.

Losing once is enough.

‘This can’t go on like this.’

A sense of crisis has arisen.

‘I have to become stronger.’

I performed the Seolji Cheongyeom Gong (Snow Branch Green Flame Exercise) while lying down.

In the right hand is the blue flame. In the left hand is the snow branch.

I put my hands together and forcefully joined them… … .

The sight of a white wolf and a blue wolf circling around and chasing each other’s tails unfolded before my eyes.

A sign of the reverse light.

Cheonma provided a clue.

If you look at this for a long time, you will realize it.

It is said that the secret of Seolji Cheongyeomgong is contained here.

“Right?”

[right.]

“Okay.”

I watched for a long time with my eyes wide open as the blue and white wolves chased each other’s tails and ran around in circles.

As the guys’ speed increased, I slowly separated the two of them and then put them back together again.

I fell asleep while looking at that sight.

I had a dream.

It was a dream where I, a blue wolf, and a white wolf were chasing each other in circles.

* * *

the next day.

Second day of reconnaissance.

I came down to the first floor restaurant early, finished breakfast, and went out to the castle wall.

There was a black magician there, wearing the white cloak I had gifted him, and he was busy fiddling with the corpses of the demons.

As I approached, Adrian sensed my presence and turned to look at me.

“Oh, Lord Ashvan. Are you going out on reconnaissance today?”

“Since the demons don’t rest, we can’t rest from reconnaissance either.”

“Haha, that’s a good answer.”

I looked around him.

A situation where I suddenly have friends I hadn’t seen before.

Adrian stood up, dusting off his hands.

He put his hand on my waist and smiled proudly.

“What do you think? Isn’t it cool?”

“Is that your work?”

“yes.”

“Rather than cool… it’s weird.”

[Strange. That’s the right word.]

Cheonma agreed.

So, it seemed like they had combined the limbs of the demons as they pleased to create a new life form that no one had ever heard of.

Has there ever been another creator so grotesque and yet so creative?

There are also ones with more than ten arms, each with its own unique personality.

Some have multiple heads.

There was even one with dozens of tentacles attached to its beast body.

A hideous creature with sharp thorns growing all over its body.

His height was also uneven.

Some were over three meters tall, while others barely reached my waist.

Instead, it was large. Its appearance, with its many legs like a weasel, evoked a natural sense of repulsion.

It is said that the original demons were created as they pleased.

This was a bit extreme.

Isn’t that taking it a step further?

He cut out the wild ones as he pleased and pasted them on as he pleased, so it was indescribably wild.

No, how did they connect the different body parts so naturally in the first place?

To say it’s bizarre is rather a noble thing.

It’s disgusting, it’s horrible, it’s ugly, it’s hideous.

I’m afraid I’ll see it in my dreams.

But Adrian stood next to me, still with his hands on his hips, nodding as he looked around at his proud creations.

A smile of utmost satisfaction spreads across my lips.

“It’s beautiful. It’s art.”

“This is art from another world.”

“thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

“Oh, wasn’t it?”

“Is it moving?”

“Not yet.”

I turned my head and looked at Adrian.

“… … Not yet?”

“Yes. I think it would be better to show you rather than explain in words… … Oh, I have a good example. Could you please give me your hand?”

I picked up the hand of a demon that was lying where he was pointing.

I don’t know what kind of magic it was, but the fingers are quite long.

When I handed it to Adrian, Adrian accepted the hand of the unknown demon and explained.

“Now, isn’t there a demon’s hand here? First, project magical power to find the passage through which the mana will pass, that is, the blood vessels, and then find the center. To put it simply, you can think of it as finding a place where a new heart can be placed.”

Adrian muttered and fiddled with the demon’s hand.

“Hmm. This would be a good place. Once you’ve found a good place, embed a magic stone here and set up a circuit to use the magic formula. This is the most important part. The more efficient you set it up, the less waste there will be. Then, flow the mana contained in the magic stone along the blood vessels… … .”

Then, the demon’s hand, which had been wriggling around, was lowered to the floor.

“Yay! March!”

Then, the demon’s hand started to tremble and raise its body, and it began to move its long fingers clumsily like legs.

“… … It really moves.”

“Haha, what do you think? Isn’t it cute?”

“You’re so cute.”

“You know a thing or two. I heard you have a good rapport with Ashvan.”

Cheonma laughed in vain.

[This is ridiculous.]

I agree with that too.

Where in the world do you see the hands of dead demons marching?

I looked at Adrian’s weird friends and asked them a question.

“So do they move like this too?”

“Yes. If only I had the magic stone.”

“hearthstone?”

“The magic stone acts as a kind of heart that transmits mana to the body through the blood vessels.”

“The magic stone is the power source, is that it?”

“That’s right. You understand quickly.”

“Then… can you raise a dead person?”

“It is possible, but it is not efficient. You have to purify the magic stone before using it. In the process, the contaminated mana also evaporates, so the total amount of mana contained in the magic stone decreases, and the output also decreases.”

“hmm.”

“The most suitable vessel for using magic stones is, after all, the corpse of the original owner, the demon beast. You don’t necessarily have to purify the magic stone. In fact, the demon beasts move more naturally and smoothly when they have contaminated mana. The output is also good. Since the magic stone itself is the hardened heart of the demon beast, there is no rejection reaction at all.”

People are not morally wrong, but they are inefficient.

Me too. There are people like this.

Adrian said, pointing to the hand of the demon who was marching hard somewhere.

“That little guy is fine with an E-grade magic stone, but bigger and more complex ones require higher grade magic stones.”

“How high a level are you talking about?”

Adrian glanced over his own work.

“Let’s see… I think these guys would be more than enough with a B-class magic stone.”

“It’s a B-class magic stone. So does it show that level of performance?”

“Haha, of course! Who designed it!”

Adrian explained with confidence in his voice.

“The reason I call these guys art is not simply because they look cool. It’s because of their intuitive structure that only considers performance, their efficient movement, and their economical mechanism that eliminates waste. I eliminated all inefficiencies and focused on extreme practicality and mobility.”

“hmm.”

“And yet, the result is so beautiful on the outside, how could it not be called art? Ah, look at that efficient magical circuit and the energy transmission path that goes with it! The structural beauty is dazzling. It’s blinding!”

“… … .”

Adrian looked at my work with a look of rapture and couldn’t stop admiring it.

“It’s only natural that the same amount of energy would be several times more powerful if used efficiently. With just a B-class magic stone, you’ll be able to deal with more than ten B-class beasts. I guarantee it on Adrian’s behalf.”

I only understood the last word correctly.

One entity can fight off more than ten B-class demons.

“But… unfortunately, it seems like the soldiers took all the useful magic stones a long time ago. The only things you can get are E-grade magic stones like this one, or the D or C-grade magic stones that you forgot to take with you. Sometimes, you can get lucky and find them.”

Adrian, who had been chatting excitedly, quickly became depressed.

“Besides, they took all the bodies in good condition to sell… … To be honest, it’s a shame. They could have made better ones.”

“Why didn’t you ask for it?”

Adrian sighed.

“I did make a request, but they were reluctant, saying that B-grade magic stones are so expensive that they have to be used to secure war supplies. The same goes for the demon corpses. It’s probably because a warlock, not another magician, made the request. They have such a bad reputation.”

“hmm.”

“Ugh… It’s a shame. I have no choice but to fix the magic circuit so that it can operate with at least several C and D-class magic stones, even though the efficiency will be low… … .”

“No, don’t do that.”

“yes?”

I took out one of my pockets and tossed it to Adrian.

Adrian blinked as he accepted it without thinking.

“… … What is this?”

“Open it.”

His eyes widened as he opened his pockets one by one and looked inside.

“This, this is… a B-class magic stone! There are more than one or two! How many are there?”

Adrian took out a few and held them up to the sunlight, and started to fuss.

“They’re all in good condition! These are top-quality items! Where on earth did you get them?”

He answered nonchalantly.

“I brought this with me when I went on a reconnaissance mission. Is it possible to operate those guys with this?”

“It is possible! It is enough!”

“Just keep using that for now.”

Adrian’s expression as he looked at me became astonished.

“Oh, Lord Ashvan! Is it okay for you to just give me this precious thing?”

He nodded.

“If it’s worth it, I’ll be happy to pay.”

“… … !”

I stared into his eyes with serious eyes.

“Adrian Lord.”

“yes!”

“Can I trust you and leave it to you?”

“Of course!”

Adrian looked at me with a grateful face.

I’m going to cry like this.

“Oh, and if the materials are good, is it possible to make something bigger, stronger, more efficient, and structurally more beautiful than these?”

“It is possible, but… … that kind of magic stone… .”

As I took out the A-class magic stone I had, Adrian’s words suddenly stopped.

His mouth was half open.

“Adrian the Black Mage.”

Adrian’s gaze moved from the magic stone sparkling in the sunlight to my face.

“Your research is supported by Sherwood. Spread your wings to your heart’s content.”

……dump.

Adrian knelt down.