A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 6



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Episode 006. Don’t act like a fool

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I heard birds chirping.

It was a clear bird song that suited the clear morning sky.

I looked up at the blue sky for a while, just like my mood, and then lowered my gaze.

There were about ten people left.

The men were on their knees, staring blankly at the corpse of what had been their leader just moments ago.

I said to one of them.

“you.”

“Yes, yes.”

The guy answered with a start.

I nodded and pointed to Gustave.

“Clean this up with the guy next to you.”

“yes.”

The two men dragged Gustave’s large body to one side.

I glared at those left behind and then shouted in the direction they had disappeared.

“Why don’t you come out quickly? I told you to clean up, not hold a funeral?”

“yes!”

The two guys came back in a hurry.

I said solemnly.

“Please sit in your original seat.”

“yes.”

I looked around at them in silence for a while.

They avoided my eyes, sweating profusely.

“I can hear the sound of heads rolling.”

“… … .”

“Are you wondering how you can escape without being noticed by that handsome man?”

“Huh? That’s not it―”

“Shut up.”

“yes.”

I said, tapping my temples with my fingers.

“Think carefully. Think about why I didn’t take your weapons away.”

“… … .”

Actually, it was annoying and I was a bit tired after fighting so I just left it alone.

The guys strangely glanced at each other and then threw their weapons at my feet.

There were quite a few axes among them.

As I was thinking, “Is it because I live in the forest?”, one of them raised his hand quietly.

“what?”

“I have something to ask you… … .”

I frowned.

“Who told you to ask that question?”

“sorry.”

I stared at the guy with his eyes down for a moment and then said.

“You have to satisfy your curiosity. Ask.”

He looked at me and asked cautiously.

“Who are you…?”

“A passing traveler.”

“Why did a passing traveler… … .”

“Why did you suddenly come to this place where you had no connection and kill you guys who did nothing wrong?”

“yes.”

I picked up an axe that was on the ground.

Then he threw the question at the guy who asked it.

Wedge!

“Snap!”

The man who was hit by the axe fell with a cracking sound.

There was silence.

I picked up another axe, tapped him on the shoulder, and asked.

“Is there anyone else who thinks that way? That they were unfairly attacked when they did nothing wrong?”

“… … .”

No one opened their mouth.

“Okay. It’s also important to understand the topic.”

I dragged a chair over to one side and sat down on it.

Then he took a dagger out of his bosom and showed it to them.

“Okay, attention. Everyone, look here. This is a dagger I picked up while wandering around the forest. Isn’t it pretty?”

“Huh!”

The eyes of those who saw the dagger widened.

I asked, pretending not to know.

“Why? Is my dagger too pretty?”

“that…….”

The guys didn’t answer hastily and just looked at each other.

I pointed to one of them.

“You. Do you know what this is?”

“No, I don’t know.”

“okay?”

I said nonchalantly.

“Then do you want to have it?”

“yes!”

The answer came back without delay.

I threw the axe I was holding at the bastard.

“Ugh!”

Gustave has one more companion to travel with.

I looked around at the remaining guys and said.

“Don’t be a fool. I know this is the dagger of Oposis. Those who want it so badly, come here with a weapon each. Kill me and take it like a man.”

“… … .”

“No one wants to? If not, then don’t worry.”

I said, picking up the third axe.

“Tell me what you know about this dagger.”

The guys suddenly became chatty and started talking actively.

To sum it up, it’s like this.

Several decades ago, there lived a legendary blacksmith named Oposus.

He is a legendary blacksmith who created the nine great swords, and is said to be a famous blacksmith not only in the Blake Kingdom but also from all over the continent who come to hear of his fame.

I’ve heard it enough, even though I was so busy swinging my sword around in the Kingdom of Maya.

In any case, the swords he made at that time were said to be worth a fortune.

People came to him with all kinds of jewels, gold, and treasures.

Although Oposis amassed enormous wealth, he is said to have maintained a modest lifestyle.

A humble life, spent all day hammering iron in an old blacksmith shop.

People wondered where he had hidden all that money.

Ophiuchus lived a frugal life, hammering iron every day, and died peacefully. The funeral of this once-in-a-century master was held in utmost secrecy, with only a small number of people, including his disciples.

Some time after his death, a rumor about his legacy began to circulate among the people like a legend. It was said that all his legacy was hidden in the tomb of Oposus.

After asking around, he found his disciples and asked them about the whereabouts of the tomb.

Eventually, a few who could not overcome their passion spoke up.

It is said that to find it, you need the Ophiuchus Dagger engraved with a constellation.

They don’t even know the location, and everything is engraved on his dagger.

The rumor spread.

People searched desperately for the dagger of Ophiuchus.

In the process, the disciples of Oposis and those related to him died one by one, the situation became more labyrinthine, and those blinded by greed became even more bloodthirsty.

While searching for the dagger of Ophiuchus, I discovered that Ophiuchus had one last disciple hidden from me.

He was driven out of his forge before Ophiuchus died and disappeared somewhere.

People were searching for Hans, the last disciple of Ophiuchus.

But in the end, I couldn’t find it, and time passed and we reached this point.

“hmm…….”

I looked at the dagger of Oposus with renewed eyes.

“Was this really that famous? So famous that everyone recognized it the moment they saw it.”

“Yes. It is quite famous for being made by receiving a meteorite that fell from the sky as a gift from the king.”

“We also received a separate explanation from the captain about what it looked like.”

I listened to their conversation with my chin resting on my hand.

They were talking excitedly, but to be honest, it didn’t really interest me.

To begin with, I never liked gold or jewels, and I had no interest in famous swords.

Even if it’s a famous sword, isn’t it a little bit harder and a little bit sharper?

After all, what’s important is the one swinging the swing, and the object being swinged doesn’t have much meaning, right?

I just want to help someone in danger because I can’t stand the little kid’s fierce gaze.

In the process, it was enough to become stronger by beating up greedy demons.

Without thinking, I threw the dagger into the air and caught it repeatedly.

Every time that happened, their eyes would follow.

Then I was really scared when I missed it and it fell to the ground.

“That, that precious thing… …!”

I glared at the braggarts with a disapproving look.

“What’s the fuss about? Uncle Hans said this is incredibly strong.”

“No, but still… … .”

“Tsk.”

I put the dagger back in my bosom because I thought they were distracted by the dagger.

“Your captain said something strange to me before he died.”

“which……?”

“Why are you making such ridiculous threats, like asking if someone is behind you? You’re saying all sorts of things to a passerby.”

I tilted my head at an angle and glared at them.

“So, who are you?”

“… … .”

They all shut their mouths at once.

They just looked at each other with anxious expressions.

They went back to being taciturn guys again.

I took a deep breath and picked up the axe that had been leaning against the chair.

“Let me, let me tell you!”

“Who is that… … .”

I tapped my shoulder with the head of the axe as I listened to the stories of those who had become braggarts again.

“Hey… … .”

This made me feel like a wizard.

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The hideout of the Sherwood Mercenaries.

Knock knock knock—

A man was preparing ingredients in the kitchen. His beard was messy and did not look very sanitary. The man, who was so bulky that the kitchen seemed cramped, was wearing an apron and tasting the soup bubbling in the pot.

“Hmm. Just right.”

Then suddenly I looked out the window.

The sun was setting and the ground was covered with spiderwebs.

The man muttered with a frown.

“But why isn’t this kid coming?”

Originally, Ashvan was like a stray dog. Once he was sent on a mission, he would run around here and there as he pleased, and would return quite late.

Of course, the man knew that fact too.

Since Ashvan didn’t look well, I sent him out on a D-rank quest under the pretense of going out for some fresh air… … .

late.

It’s too late, even if it’s late.

“… … Isn’t this just another case of looking at the moon and shaking in joy?”

The man muttered.

A small laugh was heard from the doorway.

“Captain, that’s true. How many times has Ashvan done something like that?”

“When did you come?” said the red-haired woman, leaning diagonally against the doorway.

“Since he’s not a child, he’ll probably come when the time comes.”

“… … That’s true.”

The man nodded reluctantly.

The woman said with a smile.

“Anyway, our captain loves Ashvan so much.”

The man chuckled.

“Me? That guy? That’s funny.”

And then, knock knock knock, he was chopping vegetables.

The red-haired woman looked at the captain with a smirk. She still vividly recalled that moment when she closed her eyes. The sight of him suddenly picking up a sloppy little boy one day.

‘He was a sharp-eyed little boy, then and now.’

As with all Sherwood Mercenaries, he is especially like family to the captain.

That was when I thought so.

Knock knock!

There was a sudden knock on the door.

The woman shouted outside.

“Who came!”

“Yes, I will go.”

The door opened with a loose creaking sound.

A moment later, a man popped his head into the kitchen.

“Captain. Are you from the guild?”

The captain stopped cooking and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“Why all of a sudden in the guild?”

“Well, you have a serious face.”

The captain’s expression hardened, and he wiped his hands on his apron and left the kitchen.

“… … Where are you?”

“In the living room.”

I had a bad feeling.

His keen senses were making themselves known.

When I went to the reception room, an employee from the mercenary guild was waiting there, fidgeting.

The captain sat down across from me and asked.

“What’s going on?”

“I, that’s… … .”

The members of the Sherwood Mercenaries who had followed the captain, wondering what was going on, also gathered around to watch in a dazed manner.

The employee looked at them with an anxious face and stammered an explanation of the situation.

As the employee’s story continued, the expressions on the mercenary group members’ faces hardened.

When the employee finally finished his story, he was left stuttering.

bang!

“Eek!”

The captain, who had smashed the desk with his bare hands, glared at his employee as if he was going to kill him.

His face was more distorted than ever before.

“… … Ashvani, what?”