A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 70



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Episode 070. Stop sleeping.

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Drizzle.

cold.

A blizzard is blowing fiercely.

“Oh, it’s cold.”

I was climbing a snow-covered mountain.

I couldn’t remember when I started climbing.

I just came to my senses and it was going up.

I don’t even know why it’s rising.

If someone asks me why I climb a mountain, I would say to look up and see the top of the mountain.

And I will say.

The mountain is over there, so let’s climb it.

“… … .”

Anyway, it goes up.

A man who works hard towards the top without even knowing why. That’s me.

When you reach the top, you’ll understand why.

I climbed the mountain with vague hope, curiosity, and indomitable perseverance.

Wheezing!

A heavy snowstorm blew in.

“Ugh.”

It’s chilling to the bone.

I pulled up my collar to my chin and started walking.

My feet are sinking in.

Snow piled up to knee height.

Then, at some point, something flew in, mixed in with the snowstorm.

I quickly tilted my head back to dodge, then checked the direction it had come from.

“Hehehe.”

A group of devils were creeping towards me, laughing like ghosts.

It’s hard enough to climb like this, but now evil spirits are flocking in.

I couldn’t help but sigh because it was so absurd.

“No, what kind of evil spirits are here?”

The weapons they were carrying were also varied.

Swords, spears, axes, daggers, etc.

A rather unusual weapon also caught my eye. It looked like a bladed wagon wheel.

As soon as I saw that, a lightning bolt went off in my head.

It looks somehow familiar.

They were dead to me.

“huh?”

When I thought about it, it was strange.

“… … You’re telling me they’re dead guys?”

My head was spinning.

“Is this the afterlife? Am I dead? Are these guys here to welcome me after I die?”

The boundaries between reality and dreams are blurred.

Is this reality? A dream? Hell?

Long or short. I couldn’t tell.

No matter what, it was not something I could just die for.

“You devil. You too will end up dead and come here.”

A bear-like man strode through the snow, carrying a large two-handed sword on his shoulder.

“I’ve been waiting for you in hell. Welcome! Welcome to hell.”

At the man’s words, the rascals next to him burst out laughing, “Hahaha!”

“Oh, you. You ignorant bear.”

Only then did I remember.

This guy was the cruel Gustav.

A man a head shorter than Gustave added his words with a chuckle.

“You’ve held out for quite some time. You’re strong, you’re strong.”

He was the boss who had been threatening Hans’ family and had given me a sword.

Sorry, I don’t remember the name.

“You bastard! You’re just a commoner. How dare you kill me and think you’ll get away with it!”

This time, the Baron of Barranquilla came out, shouting, and walking through the blizzard.

Next to him was Sir Kale.

Sir Kale made eye contact and gave a greeting.

I nodded my head slightly and greeted him.

Behind the two men, the knights and soldiers who had been killed in the Barranquilla fiefdom were also visible.

They glared at me as if they were going to kill me, but I just ignored them without much interest.

“It looks like you got hurt too.”

This time, the brother of the deceased approached me with brisk strides and questioned me.

“If it was going to be like this, why didn’t you just hand over the dagger?”

“We could have driven the demon sword into his heart.”

I protested with a sense of injustice.

“I put it in his heart. I put it in. But what should I do if he doesn’t die?”

“Oh, is that so?”

The brother of the deceased scratched his cheek awkwardly.

“Then there’s nothing I can do.”

This time, the flute-playing wizard approached with various magic spells floating in the air.

I greeted him first with a happy heart.

“Old man! How have you been? What is life like after death? You were so afraid of the coming of night.”

He stopped gulping down the potion and laughed.

“Not bad. Hellfire is pretty painful, though. Would you like to come and experience it too?”

I shook my head.

“No. I still have work to do.”

This time, Shushuruta’s disciples appeared.

I still remember the feeling of the rain falling steadily on my head.

The moment they were about to open their mouths, I struck first.

“Shut up!”

“No word yet―”

“Don’t even open your mouths. If you don’t want to get beat up twice.”

“… … .”

There were a few other guys who tried to talk to me, but I couldn’t remember them, so I ignored them.

By the way, I didn’t see crazy Linda.

“Phew… … .”

I let out a sigh. The sigh dissipated into a puff of white breath.

I looked up at the mountain peak in the distance.

The summit was still far away, but the guys I killed were blocking my way there.

I forged a starlight sword into my hand and aimed it at the men, warning them.

“Those of you who don’t want to lose to me again, step aside. I’m human too, so killing someone twice makes me feel a little uncomfortable.”

But they came to me laughing like devils.

“Tsk.”

I had no choice but to grab my sword and run at the evil spirits running around in the snow.

* * *

A week has passed since Ashvan came to Count Stavanger’s house.

Ashvan was still lying in bed, sleeping as if dead.

“How is it?”

Count Hermann Stavanger asked.

The old priest who had been feeling Ashvan’s pulse answered.

“The Mac is normal.”

“Priest, why aren’t you up yet?”

“The wound on his left arm is quite deep, but his life is not in danger. I don’t know who he is, but you did a great job treating him.”

“Oh, yes. Our family doctor helped us.”

The priest nodded.

“As expected. The treatment has been completed perfectly, so all we have to do is wait for her to recover slowly. There are signs of overusing her body, such as muscle ruptures, but those have all recovered… … . There are other minor injuries, but they are not life-threatening.”

“Well, is there any serious internal injury that I don’t know about… … .”

The priest shook his head.

“I can’t see the internal wound either. No, to be exact, I can’t feel any mana, so it’s hard to tell if there’s an internal wound or not.”

“Then why doesn’t it happen?”

“I can’t say for sure. However, I think it might be an aftereffect of using too much force. Knights who have fallen after using up all of their mana often show this symptom.”

“hmm…….”

The count sighed softly.

“Isn’t there any other way?”

The priest placed both hands on Ashvan’s chest and muttered a prayer.

A warm light flowed into his chest.

Ashvan’s pale complexion became slightly more relaxed.

“I poured some divine magic to invigorate you. You feel cold. Please warm up the room and massage your limbs often to prevent blood flow.”

“… … Are you saying that there is no other way than to just wait?”

The priest nodded.

“Unfortunately, that’s the case for now.”

“……All right.”

The count nodded heavily.

The Hans family groaned in sorrow after hearing the priest’s words.

Count Starvanger, who returned after seeing the priest off, comforted the Hans family.

“Don’t worry too much. He said he wasn’t seriously hurt, so he’ll get up and move on in no time.”

Joy looked up at the Count with a gloomy face.

“… … Really?”

Starvanger smiled and placed a hand on Joy’s head.

“That’s right. Lord Ashvan is truly a strong swordsman.”

Since coming to Count Stavanger’s household, Ashvan has been receiving great care from the Hans family.

Of course, who wouldn’t shed tears of regret upon seeing those who risked their lives for them and then returned covered in wounds?

Feelings of gratitude, regret, pity, sadness, etc. intertwined.

When Joy saw Ashvan being carried out on a stretcher, she thought he was dead and started to cry and make a fuss by clinging to him.

The place where Ashvan is located is an annex located on the outskirts of the Count’s residence in Starvanger.

The count emptied the entire annex and chose only those he could trust, forcing them to stay in the annex and not go outside.

Of course, it was equipped with several layers of strict security.

This was because word must not spread that the red-eyed demon who killed the nobles was being protected by the Count of Starvanger.

In that state, the Count brought in several famous priests from various places to proceed with Ashvan’s treatment.

Of course, I did not forget to swear to God a sacred oath of secrecy.

The elderly priest who came and went this time was one of them.

Most of what they said was similar.

There is nothing particularly wrong with your health, and you don’t know why it doesn’t happen.

The Count of Starvanger and the Hans family took great care of Ashvan, waiting for him to wake up.

The Hans family spent most of the day in Ashvan’s room.

Hans and Julia took turns massaging his arms and legs and drying his body with a wet towel.

Joy made a bracelet for Ashvan’s wrist using wild flowers she had picked outside.

He made one a day, and soon Ashvan had seven wild flower bracelets on his wrist.

Joy said, weaving a wildflower bracelet.

“Sir, when are you going to wake up?”

“… … .”

“I have to get up or I’ll start crying.”

The Hans family turned around and spoke to Ashvan, who was lying down.

It was because he was bored and because the priest said it would help Ashvan wake up.

Hans spoke calmly about what had happened, and Julia’s eyes welled up with tears as she confessed how worried she had been when she heard the news.

Joy kept babbling about useless things like how she chased butterflies yesterday and how she played with an old man in her dream.

In fact, Joy took up more than half of the time talking to Ashvan.

As usual, Joy held Ashvan’s rough hand with her small one and talked about this and that.

“Sir, you know, the Count and the knights only talk about you. They seem to be looking forward to you, but they also seem worried. I think some of the knights are scared.”

“… … .”

“People call you the devil. Why? You’re not the devil. You saved my mom and dad. Devils don’t save people, right? Am I right?”

Hans, who had been silently watching his daughter like that, got up from his seat.

Julia also stood up and followed Hans, who was rummaging around in the fireplace.

Outside the window, the moon had already risen.

“Joy. It’s time to sleep.”

“Yeah… … . Okay.”

Joy got up from her seat, feeling Ashvan’s hand with a regretful expression.

“Good night, sir.”

Joey followed Hans and Julia out of the room, rubbing his eyes and muttering.

“Oh, you’re already sleeping. Go back to sleep.”

Click.

The Hans family left the room, and only silence remained in the room.

Moonlight streamed in through the window.

After a while, a shadow entered the room along with the moonlight.

The Countess of Starvanger is by no means an easy place.

It was like an iron fortress that no one dared invade.

In particular, the annex where Ashvan is located has its security several times tighter.

But the shadow passed through the window without a hitch and entered the room where Ashvan was.

The shadow took off the hood it was wearing.

Hair as black as the night poured out.

Then what you see is a beautiful woman’s face reflected in the moonlight.

Shushuruta sneaked up to Ashvan, who was lying on the bed.

“Ashvan. Can you hear me?”

“… … .”

“It’s already been a week. What on earth are you doing there?”

“… … .”

Shushuruta secretly grabbed Ashvan’s arm.

My arms were cold.

Shushuruta clicked his tongue.

“My body is cold.”

Knock knock. Knock knock.

Shushuruta walked over to the roaring fireplace next to the bed, threw in more firewood, and then rearranged the logs with his poker to increase the size of the fire.

“Tsk tsk. Tsk tsk. You’re so clumsy at making a campfire. Is this really going to warm up the room?”

Shushuruta stirred the fire as Ashvan had taught him, and raised the flames so high that they reached the ceiling of the fireplace, then nodded in satisfaction.

“Hmm. It should be like this.”

Shushuruta removed the blanket covering Ashvan’s body and examined his wounds.

The doctor of the Starvanger family had changed the cloth and applied medicine, but Shushuruta wiped it off and evenly applied the green ointment he had.

“Huh. Such a low-quality medicine. This ointment is a hundred times better.”

Shushuruta carefully applied ointment to the scratches all over his body, including his left arm, and then covered him back up with the blanket.

“… … But my body is still cold.”

Shushuruta massaged Ashvan’s arms and legs diligently, then quietly sat down next to the bed.

I quietly watched Ashvan’s chest slowly rise and fall…

I lay down quietly on top of it.

“Ashvan. You sleepy little brat. How long are you going to sleep… … .”

Shushuruta muttered and then fell asleep face down on Ashvan’s chest, which was rising and falling rhythmically.