A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 255



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Episode 255. Have you grown?

“Honestly, this is a crisis for us warlocks. Things have never been good, but these days, it’s especially dark.”

“… … .”

“Suddenly, those guys called Amcheonhoe showed up and started harassing people. They’re questioning me from all over the place.”

“… … .”

“Even though things weren’t viewed favorably, the atmosphere is getting worse because of those Dark Heavenly Society guys. There’s a growing number of colleagues who say they can’t stand it anymore and are taking off their black robes.”

“… … .”

“To be honest, my research funding has been cut off and I really don’t have much left! Hahaha! Whenever I go down to the village, I get hit with rocks and eggs.”

I was outside the barrier early in the morning listening to Adrian’s story.

Why did you wake up so early to enjoy such a life of wealth and honor?

I could have slept in late since my mission was over, but this habit was ingrained in my body like a scar, and I woke up early in the morning.

I woke up so early and looked out the window while the sun hadn’t risen yet…

I gave myself over to my body, which was moving somewhere regardless of my will, and before I knew it, I had come out of this barrier.

I stared blankly at Adrian, who was laughing “Hahahaha!”

Here was a fool who was laughing while being pelted with eggs and stones.

“Is that something to laugh about?”

“Oh, of course it’s not something to laugh about. Isn’t that why I came here as a representative? The important task of getting research funds by being active is on my shoulders. And it would be good to improve awareness of black magic as well. Oh, of course, if the North Wall collapses before that, it’s all over! Hahaha!”

I looked at the mad warlock who was throwing his head back and bursting into laughter, wondering what was so good about it.

“Adrian Lord.”

“Yes, Lord Ashvan.”

“Listen, don’t misunderstand.”

“I will try.”

“I don’t know much about black magic. Is there a difference between black magicians like you and those Dark Heavenly Society guys?”

“sure.”

“Can you explain it to me?”

“Of course.”

Adrian took a moment to collect his thoughts and then opened his mouth.

“I think I should start by telling you this. Do you know about black mana, or contaminated mana?”

“I’ve heard of it. Isn’t it about generating demonic powers?”

“That’s right. Our kingdom of Maia is particularly rich in polluted mana compared to other places. That’s why the land is barren and there are many demons.”

“hmm.”

“We are monks who walk the path of black mana.”

“What about the Dark Heavenly Society?”

“They also handle black mana, but it’s a bit hard to explain in words. It feels like they worship black mana. They have a strong religious overtone.”

“They say they are waiting for the resurrection of the demon.”

Adrian looked at me with wide eyes.

“Did they say that themselves?”

“I caught a black magician who seemed to be an executive and harassed him, and he confessed to me like that.”

“Aha, so it wasn’t just a metaphor then.”

“metaphor?”

“Yes. Isn’t there a slogan they always shout? ‘The blue sky is already dead, so the dark sky will come!’”

“yes.”

“The blue sky represents the present world that is watched over by various gods, including Ketel and Hope. And the dark sky… you could say that it represents the tyranny of the demon god who dyes the blue sky black with a single color.”

Adrian stroked his chin, thought deeply, then continued his explanation.

“We are a school that started from the question of how to use black mana more efficiently. Usually, magicians find and use uncorrupted mana or purify and use contaminated mana. But what if we could use black mana as is? Wouldn’t it be more efficient?”

“hmm.”

“So when I looked for a place where I could use black mana as it is… I found dead demons and their magic stones. Let’s say… a demon school. And a necromancer, or corpse magician, you could define them. They use black mana to raise the dead.”

“What about the Dark Heavenly Society?”

“They seem to regard the master of the Black Mana as a demon… There are already references to the death of a demon in ancient books. I think they may have been derived from that.”

“hmm.”

“From what I’ve heard, it seems like they’re researching how to turn humans into beasts using the blood of beasts… … Ugh. Just hearing it makes me feel horrible.”

“… … .”

So you’re saying that Demon X isn’t terrible?

I stared blankly at Adrian, who was fiddling around with his magic wand.

“I’ve also heard that they’re researching the control and strengthening of demons. I don’t know the details, but I want to tell you straight out that we and they are completely different.”

“I see.”

“Haha! No matter what, we don’t drink the blood of demons.”

I took a deep breath and looked around.

Before we knew it, Adrian had a lot of shoulder friends.

Their grandeur was…great in another sense.

The guys I saw before looked so shabby.

There are many that are as big as large demons, and the ones I’ve seen before have become even more bizarre, to the point of being as small as fruits.

Perhaps it is because of the Duke’s generous support that the scale has changed.

There were also soldiers helping Adrian.

They were walking around sorting the corpses of the demons, climbing up ladders to inspect the demons, or assembling the corpses here and there while looking at the blueprints that were presumed to have been drawn up by Adrian.

And there, there was another group milling about.

At the center of it all was Linda, with her bright green hair braided into two pigtails.

Linda was devoting herself to researching poison with a frighteningly serious expression on her face, unlike usual.

Schmidt seemed to be her dedicated assistant, assisting her.

He had a cloth wrapped around his face, covering his nose and mouth, and his hands were rippling with golden energy, as if trying to block the infiltrating poison.

Schmidt looked like a high priest from the Hope sect that believed in the sun god.

In contrast, Linda has a dark green aura that looks extremely dangerous… … .

It couldn’t be helped that they were truly impressive partners.

How can we get along so well when we don’t even understand each other?

The soldiers followed the two and helped them, mainly by collecting the demon’s blood.

I’m not sure, but it seemed like their blood was needed to make demon poison.

It looks like they’re going to mass produce it.

Anyway, he seemed to be concentrating, so I decided not to disturb him.

“Those Dark Heavenly Beasts. I’ve heard that the ability to strengthen demons or turn people into demons is part of the Demon God’s power. If you think about it that way, there’s a high chance that they’re behind this abnormal monster wave.”

“Is that true?”

“That’s what they said.”

“Hmm… the power of the demon… I wonder how it works… … .”

“… … .”

Rather than being angry at the Dark Heavenly Society behind this, I talked to Adrian, who was more curious about how it worked, and then returned to the barrier.

As I was eating a later-than-usual breakfast, the guys started coming down one by one and sitting down at the table.

I stared blankly at Shushuruta, who had taken the seat next to me.

“What are you looking at?”

No, to be exact, I looked at the round black bird sitting on the guy’s head.

“What is this?”

“Do you see him? Oh, come to think of it, you said you saw a spirit.”

“What is it? Is this guy a spirit too?”

As I said that, I took his finger, and a black bird stared blankly at my finger and then nuzzled its head against mine.

“Tutuida.”

“Tutu?”

“I made it up. Isn’t it a cute name?”

“not really.”

“… … .”

I was hit on the shoulder by Shushuruta and looked at Hudmilla, who was yawning on the other side.

“Did this guy sign a contract?”

Hurd nodded.

“Now you are a full-fledged spirit master.”

“What kind of spirit is it?”

“Spirit of Darkness.”

“aha.”

So that’s why it was black.

Come to think of it, I jumped out of my sister’s shadow when we met again beyond the barrier.

I’m not sure, but I felt like the atmosphere had changed slightly.

I looked at Shushuruta.

“Have you grown up?”

“Grew up.”

“It’s long.”

“Huh.”

When I put my hand on her head, this time she slapped it away.

“… … .”

You were quiet yesterday.

What on earth is the standard?

-Can’t you see us?

-Hello! Hello!

―Haah… Smells good… … .

-Make a contract with me!

“Hey, wait a minute.”

I continued eating, pushing away the spirits that kept hitting my body.

A deer-like spirit took my bacon away, so I had to chase it down and catch it.

Hurd laughed at the sight.

“They came and told me everything that happened during the escort mission. They said we successfully repelled the Dark Heavenly Society’s attack.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Even though I was about to complete the escort mission, at some point the guys disappeared from sight and I think they ran back to Hurd and started telling him everything that had happened.

Hurd smiled broadly.

“Now you’re starting to look a bit more like a boss.”

“What are you talking about? I’m Ashvan of the Half-Sword… Get out of here! Let’s eat!”

Whether I was angry or not, the spirits laughed and tormented me.

At that moment, when Miho yawned and came down from upstairs, the guys were startled and scattered.

-It’s a monster!

-Ugh! Run away!

“… … .”

I stared blankly at the backs of the guys who ran away in the blink of an eye.

Hurd explained with a faint smile.

“If you’re afraid of Miho.”

“I think so.”

I called Miho while tapping my thighs to prevent the spirits from intruding.

“Here’s a warm knee colonel.”

Miho jumped up onto my lap, curled up like a cat, and fell asleep right away.

I resumed my meal with the Miho amulet on my lap.

After a while, the swordsman came down and looked around.

“What about your sister?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen you since yesterday. You must be busy.”

“hmm.”

The guy sat down, looking a little sullen.

* * *

After that, we each spent some time preparing for the wave.

Actually, it was just a break because it sounded nice.

We were leisurely enjoying a cold beer and a warm meal.

The atmosphere was calm and composed, as if we had come on a trip to Tudra.

Originally, mercenaries were a group that was quite comfortable with their deep pockets, so this wasn’t that strange.

Nothing will change if you worry.

In the meantime, my eyes were often drawn to the burning fireplace.

The firewood looked like ice, and the burning flames looked like blue flames.

Every time that happened, I combined the ice and salt balls in my hands and observed the white and blue things spinning around.

Then, in the late afternoon,

The peacock found me.

I followed the soldier and was guided to a solemn conference room.

As soon as the meeting was over, the knights and vassals of Tudra greeted me with tired faces, as if they had called me.

The peacock slowly got up from his seat and looked at me and said.

“Ashvan Sherwood.”

“yes.”

“Tudra will formally request the Sherwood Mercenaries. It is up to you whether you accept it or not.”

“I’m listening.”

The peacock looked at me with his piercing gray eyes.

“Eliminate the S-class special entity, ‘Snowman’.”

I looked at him blankly and asked.

“What about the ‘Half Dragon’?”

It means half dragon, and was the name given to the queen of the demons that Dauphin and the swordsman encountered.

“The Red Witch said she would take care of it. She only asked for the magic stone.”

“hmm.”

It seems that Scarlett is not a member of New-Sherwood, so she asked for it separately.

“What about the compensation?”

“Is there anything you want?”

“First, please discuss the details with our finance manager, Hudmilla. There is only one thing I wish for.”

“Something.”

I looked at the turquoise sword hanging from the peacock’s waist.

“That sword. Let me hold it.”

The Thousand Horses Are Stuffed in My Head Episode 256