There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 806



Only Noblemtl

EP.806 code name Joe -2 (3)

***

Rashik opened his eyes.

She instinctively tried to stretch, but then swallowed her breath. The heavy, dirty fatigue typical of a hangover made her shake her head.

How much did you drink?

As she struggled to get up, pushing the blanket away, she noticed Osiri lying next to her.

‘Oh, it smells like alcohol… This guy drank a lot too.’

Well, this was normal. After getting through a big problem, you have to drink. It was strange that Korea was still moving around like it was being chased even after everything was over.

At that moment, a rich smell that overwhelmed the smell of alcohol stung her nose. Sniff sniff, she turned her head with difficulty, following the smell, and saw Yeomyeong looking this way. And she was holding a pot with steam rising from it.

“Are you awake?”

“…Why are you in my room?”

“This is my room.”

What? Lashik tried to recall the events of last night, but before he could, bang! Dawn said, putting the pot down on the table.

“I made some hangover porridge. Come and eat.”

“Haejangjuk…?”

“I made the broth with pollack and bean sprouts, then added soaked glutinous rice and rice and boiled it, and finished it off with eggs and green onions. It was originally supposed to have kimchi in it… but I took it out because I thought Rashik might not like kimchi.”

What is Hwangtae? As Lashik slowly got up from the bed and approached the table, the delicious smell grew stronger. Yeomyeong held out a spoon to Lashik, who was sitting on the chair.

“Eat.”

“… .”

Rashik, who received the spoon, carefully scooped up the porridge and ate it. He could taste the unique savory taste of dried fish and the soft texture of radish between the porridge that was just the right temperature. It was a heartwarming taste.

“Isn’t it delicious?”

As Rashik nodded, Dawn smiled faintly. Rashik asked, mumbling his deathly words.

“Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“When I was a cleaner, I learned from the restaurant owners. They taught me a lot of things, saying that taking care of the older brothers was the youngest’s job.”

“… You didn’t tell me because I’m the youngest, but because I’m handsome, right?”

“Uh… Well? I haven’t thought about that.”

Yeomyeong shrugged and smiled. And seeing that smile, Rashik suddenly realized that his words could be interpreted to mean that Yeomyeong was handsome.

What the hell, she quickly changed the subject.

“Hey, hey, aren’t there any other kids that died? You’re not just giving it to me, are you?”

“I’ve already distributed everything. The dead food for Siri to eat is in my inventory.”

Is there such a sincere kid? Rashik changed the subject once more.

“Uh… That, then yesterday… I, I, I didn’t act drunk, did I?”

Then, Dawn’s expression changed. It wasn’t her usual sad smile, but a meaningful smile.

“Don’t you remember?”

“… .”

What have I done? Dawn said, faster than Rashik could desperately search his memories.

“You don’t have to be serious. It was just a normal rambling. Something I’ve always wanted to talk about, like a story about Rashik himself.”

“Me, about me?”

“They say he’s as good at poker as he is at alchemy. That kind of stuff.”

“… .”

Rashik let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn’t say anything strange.

“He said that if we gathered my group and played strip poker, we could all end up naked.”

“…what?”

“When I asked why I had to do the strip poker, he said that he really wanted to see the shape of Salome’s fur….”

“Eww-!!”

Rashik put down his spoon and screamed. Regardless, Yeomyeong smiled and teased Rashik once more.

“Can you tell me what it looks like?”

“You crazy bastard!!”

Dawn shrugged as Rashik shouted once more.

“Hey, Rashik. Why are you so flustered? Of course you’re lying.”

“… .”

“Do I look like someone who would tell a man my woman’s secret? I’m not that kind of person. I’m already keeping Lashk’s secret well.”

“… My secret???”

What secret?? When Lashik was flustered, Yeomyeong peeked her head out and whispered.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell you anything about what happened last night.”

“What, what?”

What did I say yesterday? Did I say something worse than neo-Nazi hair??

Rashik sighed, covering his face with both hands.

Alcohol is the enemy. How dare you confide in your boss! Of all people, the maggot princess would make such a mistake… No, wait.

“… You made me drink on purpose yesterday, right??”

“It was Rashik who asked me to fill his glass.”

“Whatever!! You fed me until I got drunk and started talking nonsense, right?! Didn’t you?!”

Then Yeomyeong answered without changing her expression.

“Nonsense. How can it be nonsense to ask Rashik to be treated like a princess?”

“…what?”

Dawn spoke, imitating Rashik’s voice.

“You always make me do all the work and give me money? I’m a woman too, a woman!”

“… .”

“You’re a princess by name, so treat me like one. If you dragged the person from the black market out, you should take responsibility! Honestly, if you rank me by personality, I’m no worse than Saint Setina.”

Lashik, who could not hear any more, reached out and covered Dawn’s mouth. She spoke with a face even redder than her hair.

“You, you fucking… If I say any more… You and I will both die… Do you understand?”

Yeomyeong said, tilting her head back slightly.

“I guess you were being sincere, since you didn’t say anything like ‘lies.’”

“…hey!!!”

Lashik barely managed to hold himself back from swinging the pot. It was partly because he liked the porridge, but also because Siri, who had gotten up from her bed, was staring at the two of them.

Yeomyeong immediately took out a pot of porridge from her inventory.

“Sister-in-law, are you awake? How are you feeling?”

“Ugh… I don’t like it.”

“The liquor that Lieutenant Duke brought was a bit strong. I made some hangover porridge here, so come and have a spoonful.”

Siri got up from the bed and sat down at the table, right next to Lashik.

“…thank you for this food.”

As Siri began to eat, Rashik said, hoping Siri hadn’t heard him.

“Ma, isn’t it delicious? Yeo, I heard Yeomyeong is really good at cooking, right?”

“Yes, I think so too, Princess.”

“… .”

“And what the princess said last night… I will keep it a secret until the grave.”

As Dawn burst into laughter, Rashik squeezed his eyes shut.

***

VIP room at a luxury hotel in Chicago.

[I will succeed to the vacant office of Secretary General of the Soviet Union by virtue of my legitimate rights and qualifications.]

The elves’ reactions to seeing the red star declaring beyond the large wall-mounted TV were mixed.

-I said it. Those who say they are not communists are the ones with the reddest blood.

The one-eyed elf, Demerond’s left hand, giggled as if he had known this would happen.

-… Could it be that the cigarettes I gave you last time were the problem?

The one-armed elf, Pinel, was embarrassed.

-Have Stalin’s plans been ruined? Or is this really his plan?

The elf with the staff hanging from it muttered in confusion.

-Surely, it wasn’t something the princess asked you to do… .

The silver-haired elf was terrified.

But no reaction was more honest than that of Demerond, the leader of all elves.

“If I had known this would happen, I would have fired a few more shots.”

“… .”

Overly honest, that is, unbecoming of a father-in-law.

The elves all looked at Demerond. And among them, the one-armed elf, Finel, asked as a representative.

“Should I congratulate you on becoming the Secretary’s master, or on being the only elf to shoot the Secretary with a shotgun?”

Demeron answered with a cigarette in his mouth.

“Pinel, do you think that’s a joke?”

The tone was too serious to be a joke. Pinel asked back.

“Then do you really think he will become the secretary? I’m sure the princess would like it, but the Red Star is a fake.”

“Pinel. What matters when becoming the secretary is not your status, but how much power you have.”

“Then I would say that it is difficult due to personality. To be honest, I can understand why a thousand people become communists. But to take on such a troublesome position as the Secretary General… I think it would be difficult unless the Princess brainwashes him.”

Hoo- Dameron, who was smoking a cigarette, looked at the other elves. It seemed like the other elves had similar thoughts as Finnel, and they all had the same expression on their faces.

Demeron said, shaking the ash from his cigarette.

“What is the root of revolution… no, what is the driving force that makes people do things they have never done before?”

“… I don’t know.”

“It’s anger.”

Demerond stared intently at Finnel’s face.

“Only an angry fool can change the world. What if my son-in-law is like that?”

“Are you saying you are angry at both the communists and the Americans?”

“Yes, in that case… becoming the secretary is the most reasonable path.”

Pinel rubbed his chin as if trying to ponder the meaning behind those words. But one person, Rime, who was Miridis’s escort, offered a different interpretation.

“It’s a little early, but congratulations on your success.”

“…success?”

Lime said, looking back and forth between Demerond and the red star beyond the TV.

“I wonder why the princess and a thousand others were sent to her mother’s grave at a time like this. If it was simply to collect the legacy of the warrior’s bloodline… they could have sent them to the imperial capital.”

“… .”

“But I am convinced by what you said earlier. You wanted to make him angry, didn’t you? Even if not to the extent of the Secretary General… You wanted to show him a reason to be angry at the world?”

It was a plausible reason. As the other elves’ eyes gathered, Demerond smiled broadly.

“Rime, you are a good subordinate.”

“You are too kind.”

“I won’t deny your reasoning. I can’t say that I didn’t have that intention. But my son-in-law… it wasn’t my intention for him to be angry at America and the Communist Party already. To be honest, it’s too soon.”

“… .”

“Now that we have shown off our power to the United States, all that remains is to show off our power to the Communists. The moment one of Bykov or Yevgeny is finished off by my son-in-law, he will become the Secretary General who no one can deny. Coincidences… are really strange.”

Immediately afterwards, the elves’ gazes at Demerond became heavy. Was it because Demerond’s words were true? No.

“… Now you naturally call me son-in-law.”

Dameron raised his eyebrows after hearing Rime’s remark. His subordinates, who saw that, each muttered something.

“I knew this would happen from the moment I fired the shotgun.”

“Who could break the princess’ stubbornness? I just accepted it.”

“Well… if you’re going to judge by the amount of regrets, that one is more regrettable. Our leader is the worst to have as a craftsman.”

It was a murmur that was both casual and affectionate. Demerond smiled and left his subordinates’ coquetry alone.

And by the time the nonsense of the self-proclaimed ‘communist experts’ analyzing the Red Star General Secretary’s Declaration and the Party Congress Declaration on TV comes to an end.

Demeron asked, stubbing out his cigarette butt in the ashtray.

“What’s the situation in South America?”

Then, Pinel’s once light-hearted attitude became serious. He returned to being a warrior of the revolutionary group and answered with a stiff posture.

“As expected, Magdu’s secret base was raided. The Red Branches confirmed it themselves.”

“Okay, how much time is left?”

“There isn’t much left. By our calculations, it should be over in about two weeks.”

“Full moon… full moon.”

A time that was neither short nor long. Demerond stared into space as if pondering something. Fortunately or unfortunately, his pondering did not last long.

“A week later, we will go down to South America. There, we will collect the blood of Earthlings that was not shed here.”

Immediately after the order was given, the elves all bowed their heads. The warm atmosphere that had existed just a moment ago was no longer there. All that was here were terrorists who were spreading blood and death.

“For the Mother World Tree.”

As the elves dispersed to prepare their plans, Damerond looked at the shotgun lying on the ground and said,

“I guess I’ll be reunited with my son-in-law sooner than I thought.”

***

!?

Suddenly, goosebumps appeared on Yeomyeong’s back and he frowned. What is it?

It didn’t feel like there was anything to kill, even though my instincts warned me otherwise.

Is it just an illusion…? As Yeomyeong tilted his head, Miri, who was standing next to him, asked.

“Dawn, what’s going on? Did you feel anything strange?”

“I don’t know. Is anyone talking about me?”

As Yeomyeong shrugged her shoulders, Miri laughed heartily.

“Of course we’re talking about it. I bet every news outlet in the world is talking about Dawn right now.”

“… .”

“The future secretary, the nuclear-armed superhuman… It would be strange not to be curious about what he does next.”

“That’s true.”

Yeomyeong realized anew how great he had become. However, he had no regrets. The things he had done were too great to regret his choice.

Anyway, let’s spend some time feeling Miri’s body for a while.

The person who had been waiting came into the hotel room where there were only two people.

“… I’m glad you look healthy, son-in-law.”

Morine, the mother of the saint and the head of the information company Blue Rat.

She wore large sunglasses instead of the rat mask she usually wore, and looked back and forth between Yeomyeong and Miri before speaking.

“Secretary… no, from now on, should I call you Joe-2 in the American style?”