A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 95



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Episode 095. Our Prince

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“… … What? Can you say that again?”

The Black Prince replied with his still impudent expression.

“I leaked information to the Second Prince’s side. The Red-Eyed Demon is heading northwest.”

I stared at the Black Prince and asked.

“why?”

“The Second Prince is desperately short on knights to fight in the decisive battle with the First Prince. More than anything, he desperately needs strong knights. The situation is so desperate that he’s even bringing in criminals with bounties… … In such a situation, it’s not hard to guess that he’ll do whatever it takes to recruit you.”

“so?”

“I thought that while the second prince was distracted, I would be able to carry out the uprising relatively smoothly. And indeed, that was the case.”

“… … .”

“In order to confront the First Prince, friction had to be minimized. I had to negotiate with the Second Prince as quickly and efficiently as possible, so the strategy was effective.”

“Just because of that?”

The Black Prince raised the corners of his mouth like a black tiger.

“What? Is there a problem?”

Boom!

The table between them rolled across the floor.

I immediately grabbed the bastard by the collar.

“This kid… … .”

I would have been safe. Shushuruta would have been safe too. He could have performed lightness.

But, the knights.

He could have died. He could have been so badly injured that he could never lift a sword again. Either way, we could have lost a great knight.

Sir Curtis would have died without ever being able to return as Grand Master of the Order.

Walpole would not have been able to tell his colleagues tales of bravery.

Sir Schneider would never have been able to hug his wife again.

But… …are you laughing?

When I got angry, I started laughing too.

I smirked and glared at the Black Prince as if I was going to eat him.

“Hey, Prince. Are you laughing now?”

The Black Prince laughed as he grabbed me by the collar.

“What? Is there a problem?”

“문제 많지. 뒤질 뻔했다니까. 이 개새끼야.”

“So. Who died?”

“……what?”

“I just used the fastest and most efficient method. And that’s exactly what happened. I heard that no one died when they came back. Am I wrong?”

I stared blankly at the Black Prince and burst out laughing.

“ha ha ha!”

I covered my face with one hand and laughed.

Then, out of surprise, he punched the Black Prince in the face.

puck!

The Black Prince, who had been hit in the face, rolled around on the floor.

I glanced at the door and then kicked the Black Prince who had fallen to the floor.

“Wow. You’ve educated them well. Now, even if their master gets beaten, they don’t attack in a hurry. They’ve made great progress.”

The Black Prince laughed with blood running down the corner of his mouth, as if his mouth had burst.

“Hehehe.”

“What are you laughing at, kid?”

I kicked the Black Prince in the stomach.

Then, this guy got angry and jumped up and threw a punch.

But that’s impossible. Who am I? I’m a man who inherited Cheonma’s talent.

Before he even swung his fist, I could see the path he was taking.

I tilted my head back slightly to avoid the punch, then punched the fearless Black Prince in the stomach.

“Ugh!”

The Black Prince’s back was bent like a shrimp.

The Black Prince then charged at me like an angry buffalo.

“Eww!”

“This guy is crazy.”

I leaned my upper body forward and pulled my lower body back to keep myself from falling.

Then he struck the Black Prince on the back with his elbow.

puck!

“Huh!”

But the Black Prince held my waist and did not let go.

“Hey, are you holding on?”

Thud! Thud!

Let’s press twice more, and the Black Prince, who gritted his teeth and held on, finally succeeded in reaching out and grabbing my hind legs that were outstretched behind me.

Was it because I had been riding nonstop? My legs momentarily lost their strength.

“Fuck the kid.”

“Eww!”

Boom!

With both legs held, I rolled on the floor together with the Black Prince.

The Black Prince climbed on top of me and grabbed me by the collar.

“So. What happened? Everyone came back unscathed. You almost died? Don’t joke around. We’re walking on the edge of a knife every moment.”

“A blade is a fucking sledgehammer. Why would a prince walk on a blade? He’d rather walk on a soft, fluffy carpet.”

“Shut up.”

puck!

The Black Prince threw a punch.

It was a pretty manly fist.

“I almost died, but so what? In the end, didn’t you all come back safely? Was I wrong? No, my judgment was right. I was able to carry out the uprising more easily, and you came back alive. What’s wrong with this? If it goes well, isn’t that enough?”

I frowned.

“You idiot. Is that what you say to someone who came back from the dead? Are you a psycho? Are you crazy? Are you just going to tell me the results?”

“Only fragmentary results remain in the world. The process is forgotten. My decision was right. As a result, I absorbed the power of my second brother without much discord, and you returned with the knights.”

“What if I hadn’t come back?”

“Then my judgment must have been wrong. But since you returned safely, my judgment must have been right.”

“What is this… … .”

I was so dumbfounded that I just stared blankly at the Black Prince who was grumbling and grabbing me by the collar.

He was a pretty twisted guy.

But at the same time, he was also a guy who lived completely as himself.

A consistent guy. A guy who follows his own path no matter what anyone says.

He reminded me of the Sherwood Mercenaries.

… … I think I have a little idea why Count Starvanger wanted to put this guy on the throne.

Cheonma muttered.

[They look quite similar. The two of them.]

“What does it resemble?”

“what?”

“Not you.”

I lifted the body of the Black Prince sitting on top of me slightly with my arms, then put my knees between them.

Then he pushed the Black Prince away with all his might.

Boom!

“Huh!”

The Black Prince fell down, hitting the wall.

I got up, dusting off my clothes, looked down at the black prince, and muttered softly.

“… … Pass.”

“what?”

I don’t know what passes, and this guy doesn’t know either.

It wasn’t really important.

I approached him and held out my hand.

“That Black Prince is weak. He should exercise.”

“… … You’re too strong.”

The Black Prince grabbed my arm and got up.

We walked over and sat down on the chairs again.

Suddenly, my throat became dry and I shouted toward the door.

“Is there anyone out there?”

The dark knight’s heavy voice was heard.

-What’s going on?

“Not you, kid. Are you going to get me something to drink?”

―… … .

After a while, the servant’s spirited voice was heard.

-Do you need anything?

“Please bring me something to drink. Something cold.”

-yes.

The Black Prince grumbled, rubbing the spot where he had been hit.

“You should control your strength a bit before defeating him. Haven’t you heard of the royal body?”

“I haven’t heard of it. And it’s a power adjustment.”

“… … A country bumpkin who’s only strong.”

“I knew you could say that. Our prince has really changed, he has really changed.”

While we were having a casual conversation, there was a knock on the door.

The Black Prince spoke solemnly, sweeping his hair up.

“Come in.”

“Oh my, you loser. Look at him raising his voice and calling me a prince.”

“Shut up.”

– Okay, I’ll go in.

The servant answered with a voice clearly filled with embarrassment, then carefully opened the door and came in.

Then, looking at the situation in the room and the injured body of the Black Prince, he opened his eyes wide.

It was truly tearful to see him trying so hard not to show his surprise.

The servant wandered away, carrying the tray he had brought.

“Where should I put it?”

By the way, I saw that the table was rolling on the floor.

“Hey, Prince. Set up a table over there. I can’t put it up.”

“Are you ordering the prince to set up a table?”

“Who told you to throw a perfectly good table?”

“You threw it.”

The servant set the drinks on the table that the Black Prince had set up while grumbling, then hurried out of the room.

I stared blankly at the clear glass cup in front of me and took a sip.

“hmm.”

I thought it was wine, but it was sweet and sour grape juice.

Maybe it was because it was refreshing. It tasted better than wine.

I rather like it.

I said, pouring more sweet and sour grape juice into my glass.

“So. How is the second prince? If you sold me out, you should have sold me out properly.”

“Of course.”

The Black Prince spoke with grape juice on his lips.

“I have successfully concluded the conversation with my second eldest brother and have absorbed his power relatively completely. Now, all that remains is the final battle with my first eldest brother.”

The Black Prince also drank the grape juice until it was delicious, then slammed his glass down on the table.

“I kept my word. What about you?”

I, too, took off the scabbard from my waist and placed it down on the table.

“I am Ashvan. I am a man who keeps his word.”

The Black Prince stared blankly at the sword on the table.

“This is… … ?”

“The ninth sword of Ophiuchus. Vlad the Red Sword.”

I pulled the sword out of its scabbard and showed the red blade.

“hmm.”

The Black Prince nodded, swallowing a groan and exclaiming in admiration.

“You kept your promise.”

“okay.”

“then…….”

The Black Prince looked at me blankly.

I met his gaze and nodded.

“Let’s continue the story.”

The Black Prince smiled faintly.

“Okay.”

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The Black Prince drank some grape juice and then said.

“Let me get to the point first.”

“Okay then.”

“Ten days later, the final battle with the First Prince will unfold.”

“……already?”

I blinked in surprise.

Things were progressing faster than expected.

“Why? Too fast?”

“No. It’s just right.”

This Black Prince. He may look sinister, but I like how he gets things done quickly.

Now that I look at it, the area under my eyes is dark and sunken.

It seems like you’ve been living a busy life.

“The method is simple. Ten knights from each camp take turns going out. The last camp standing wins.”

“I see.”

I poured grape juice into a glass and looked at the Black Prince.

“Can I kill you?”

“There is no law that says you shouldn’t kill… … but if possible, don’t kill.”

“why?”

“Because they are valuable talents. I haven’t figured out who will come out yet, but they will all be knights worth a hundred.”

I fiddled with the glass and asked.

“Does the other side think so too?”

“That’s not certain.”

“That’s an unreasonable request.”

“I won’t deny it.”

“Tsk. Anyway, I’m greedy.”

I said, wiping my mouth after taking a sip of grape juice.

“I’ll give it a try.”

The Black Prince nodded.

“That’s fine.”

“Is our bracket complete?”

“how.”

“Who holds the magic sword? Have you decided who will wield it?”

“I decided.”

“Okay.”

You’re sure to get the job done.

The Black Prince stared blankly at the sword and asked.

“I heard you took the Test of the Sword. Was it very difficult?”

I thought for a moment and then shook my head.

“It was nothing special. I think it would be fine if someone had a healthy mind.”

“I see.”

“When is the award ceremony going to be? I have to attend so that it doesn’t get out of hand.”

Oposus’ worried eyes gleamed before my eyes.

I was going to leave the sword behind anyway. I planned to leave it with a trustworthy man.

The Black Prince poured the remaining grape juice into his mouth and then stood up.

“There’s no need to drag it out. Should I do it now?”

“Okay.”

I picked up Vlad from the table and followed the Black Prince out of the room.