There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 808



Only Noblemtl

EP.808 code name Joe -2 (5)

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At the end of every tragedy there is a hero.

There may be heroes who have truly accomplished great things, or heroes who have been created, but at the end of tragedy there is always a hero.

The public always hopes for a hero when faced with tragedy.

And that instinct was equally evident in the Apollo disaster, when the public, reviving the long-forgotten fear of the Reds, desperately searched for a hero.

Normally, politicians and the media would have created a hero and brought him to power… but this time, things were a bit different. This time, regardless of politics or the media, there was a hero who came first.

Morning Owl.

Regardless of his occupation, he was truly a hero.

If a hero isn’t the one who saves children from villains and defends citizens from communist attacks, then who is?

Even those who usually looked at heroes with suspicion had no choice but to acknowledge that he was a hero. His actions risking his life while on vacation were said to be no different from the American spirit.

In this way, Morning Owl became America’s representative hero overnight. But… Morning Owl himself couldn’t be happy.

Calls from the press pouring in every second, attention from the police department that usually only gives you a side dish, and even the persuasion of damn high-ranking officials.

In just one day, he turned into kimchi… no, melted cheese. The reason he didn’t run away and held on was because of the children he had to protect.

Children who laugh and chat innocently even though they should be scared by the sudden situation.

Morning Owl was willing to give his all for those children. Protecting the innocent. That was the duty of a hero, he believed.

And Morning Owl did everything he could to stay true to his calling.

– A collapsed building can be rebuilt, but the hopes of childhood, once broken, will never return. Dear citizens, I ask you to show a little consideration to protect the hopes of children.

Raising support for the children through interviews with media outlets that had been prepared in advance.

– Then, I will definitely attend the university alumni association from now on. Call me anytime.

I started calling up the fellow politicians I hated.

-I have refrained from making political statements solely due to professional ethics, and I have supported the Republican Party for a long time.

He didn’t even hesitate to bow down to a presidential candidate. If it was to protect the children from the CIA, this was nothing.

Finally, I hid everything I knew about the Red Star and the Crow Man, because I thought it was best for the Thousand and the children.

It was clear that he had made the same decision, as he had not contacted the thousand or so others separately…

… I thought.

But the moment he arrived at the back door of the customs office to cross the dimensional gate with the children.

“Morning Owl. You don’t look well. Is there a problem?”

The voice of the Red Star came from the back of his head. Morning Owl turned his head in surprise, and saw an orc with a crow on his shoulder looking at him.

No, what is this?? Morning Owl asked without realizing it.

“… Are you crazy?”

The thousand or so people disguised as orcs answered naturally.

“Nice to meet you too. Morning Owl, I’m glad you’re well.”

Morning Owl looked around anxiously, as if trying to say something.

Children lined up under the back door of a thick customs building, a few employees filming them, and American soldiers glaring at everyone.

He smiled at the American soldiers who had made eye contact with him as if nothing was wrong, then spoke to the thousand or so people.

“Are you really crazy? If the military catches you, not only you, but the kids too-”

“I won’t be caught. Even the 10th class won’t recognize me unless I reveal myself.”

“… .”

“And above all, we have to say goodbye.”

“A phone call would have been enough.”

“There is a high risk of phone calls being tapped.”

Morning Owl couldn’t refute. Seeing a politician whose name he didn’t even know suddenly call him, his communication was already a public good.

Anyway, Dawn took a small piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to Morning Owl.

“These are the contacts that connected with me. If you have any problems, please contact me here..”

“…Are you telling me to become a communist spy?”

A question that was half serious and half joking. Yeomyeong answered by tapping the number of Dungan Heavy Industries written on a piece of paper.

“There are already many spies planted in the United States, so there is no need for you to go all the way to Morning Owl to spy.”

“… .”

“I’m joking.”

“I don’t think this is a joke… but I have the dwarf’s contact information, so I have nothing to say.”

Just then, Morning Owl sighed and Dawn shrugged.

One of the kids standing in front of the customs office spotted Dawn, or more accurately, Corvus sitting on his shoulder.

“Huh?! It’s a crow!!”

Immediately afterwards, the children who had been following the US soldiers into customs began to run towards Corvus all at once. They were so loud that even the US soldiers nearby were surprised.

As Morning Owl waved to the surprised American soldiers that it was okay, the children who had gathered surrounded Dawn and shouted.

“Crow!”

“Why are you here now??”

Corvus stared at the dawn for a moment, then snapped his beak shut and jumped down among the children. The children smiled brightly and hugged Corvus, rubbed his cheeks, and stroked him.

Some children asked him to sing, but Corvus did not say anything. Morning Owl, realizing that it was because of the American soldiers nearby, approached them and gave them some space.

As expected, he’s a good person. While Yeomyeong was thinking that, the children and the remaining Corvus began to sing softly.

[The wide plains, overflowing with golden sunsets – do not be sad that night has come.]

[Teeth and fur, leather and scales, beak and claws-.]

[The plains never forget – we wait for a new morning.

It was a quiet song that was buried in the voices of the children around it, but the children right next to me didn’t miss the song. Some children hummed along to the notes, and others repeated parts of the lyrics.

And amidst such primal music, Corvus said goodbye to each child.

Among them, there was one child who greeted him particularly long. It was the child who had first called Corvus a crow.

Even after the greetings were over, the little boy seemed to still be disappointed, so he followed Corvus around until he finished greeting him. Then, as if he had been waiting for all the greetings to be over, he grabbed Corvus and approached Dawn.

The boy held out his hand as if to hand Corvus to Dawn, but then pouted his lips as if he was feeling sorry for something. Morning Owl smiled at him as he spoke.

“Really, if I meet an adult, will you let me be your disciple?”

Corvus snapped his beak shut and said:

“Really.”

“I know… I’ll definitely go to the plains as an adult.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Only after Corvus had confirmed this did the boy let go of Corvus. As Dawn lifted her master onto her shoulders again, the boy stared intently at his disguised orc face and said:

“Hello, you too, hyung!”

“Okay, see you next time.”

With that, the little boy turned his back. The boy who had been running towards Morning Owl and the other kids turned his head slightly as if he was disappointed, and then waved his hand loudly.

Dawn waved her hand in response. Corvus looked at the back of the child walking away and said.

“Disciple, are you jealous?”

“Uh… I’m a little jealous.”

Corvus snapped his beak shut and said:

“Don’t worry. She’s a girl.. ”

“… You called me hyung?”

“Children have a hard time telling their older siblings apart.”

Yeomyeong said that it was not a gender issue, but that he was jealous that he might lose his position as a disciple – he did not add an explanation. He wanted to see the Master’s embarrassed appearance after clearing up the misunderstanding, alone, in a place where no one else was around.

Anyway, after confirming that the children had disappeared beyond customs, Yeomyeong turned away.

He felt the eyes of the American soldiers following him, but he didn’t care. By the time the American soldiers tracked him, he would have already left the city.

***

[I won’t follow.]

As Dawn returned to the inn and began preparing to leave the city, Orsay Ranal suddenly exercised his veto.

[Elf Forest? It’s a trashy place with no TV, no internet, and no American products. It’s a crazy place where they drink tree sap instead of Coca-Cola!]

Dawn was dumbfounded. How much money do elves make from elixirs, and there’s no Coca-Cola? He looked at Miri as if to ask her to refute him.

But Miri’s reaction was…

“… How delicious is tree sap. It is a health food that cannot be compared to sugary cola!”

[Damn, cola is the drink of civilized people! Leave the sap to the stag beetles!!]

“You’ve become a dragon and are addicted to American products. Don’t you feel sorry for your relatives who were poached by the US??”

[My father was killed by the Soviet Union??]

“…yes??”

[Didn’t you know? The dragon scales that decorate Moscow are my father.]

“… .”

Anyone could see that this was Miri’s defeat. Before Miri could use her elven stubbornness, Yeomyeong mediated the fight between the two.

“So, where are you going? Are you going back to Korea?”

[No, since I’m back in Asha, I plan on going to Gubongsan.]

“… To Gubongsan Mountain?”

The home of the dwarves, eroded by mustard gas. Does Ranal have any connection with the dwarves? When Yeomyeong tilted her head, Ranal added.

[I heard from the blue rat who left earlier. My brother and the dwarves are excavating the treasure vault of the old dwarven royal family. How can I, as a younger brother, just sit back and do nothing? I plan to go and help.]

At first glance, it was an incredibly admirable statement, but Yeomyeong sensed the hidden intention behind her words. This dragonfly is after the treasure.

But he didn’t show it on the outside. Yeomyeong answered with a bitter smile.

“If you plan on helping your brother, then there’s nothing you can do… Go.”

[Huh? You’re allowing it? So easily? Surely… you’re not going to throw me away because I’m a low-level boss, are you?]

“…What are you talking about? You are so useful.”

[Then why are you just letting it go?]

“Just because I pulled you out of the sewer doesn’t mean I’m your master. It’s up to you how you live.”

It was a very touching statement, but Ranal frowned.

[A thousand people… You really spout out words of seduction as if you were breathing. But it’s no use.]

“… .”

[I, Orse Lanal, am a proud dragon, not a human! I will not fall for the three-inch tongue of a foolish saint!]

“… .”

[But there’s just one thing… I admit that your cooking skills are okay. To be honest, your cooking skills are a waste for a woman like Seti.]

“…Hey, get out of here quickly.”

When Yeomyeong became serious, Ranal, as well as Rashik and Neti who were watching, started to giggle. Are these real? While Yeomyeong glared at the two in turn, Ranal flapped his wings and said.

[Then I will leave first, warrior. Call me whenever you need me. My brother and sister owe you a great debt… I will come to repay the debt whenever I can.]

“… .”

[Oh, and… what was that thing that my brother did with the Dwarf King… that… .]

“You’re my little sister, so you copy me in everything,” Yeomyeong replied with a smirk.

“Nothing in this world lasts forever, but still we…”

[…I wish you eternal friendship. See you next time, Thousand.]

Ranal smiled broadly and flapped his wings outside the window.

Neti asked as the back of the bird flying over the ruined city grew smaller and smaller.

“Brother-in-law, is it really okay to send it like that? The dwarf’s treasure is…”

Dawn shrugged and cut him off.

“According to the contract, half is mine, and the other half is the dwarf’s.”

“… .”

“In other words, whatever Ranal does there, he won’t get a single penny.”

To think that this was how he had screwed Ranal… Only then did Nettie realize that her brother-in-law had become the secretary.

“…Why are you looking at me like that?”

When Yeomyeong asked in a puzzled tone, Neti grabbed his hand tightly and said.

“Brother-in-law, from now on, don’t ever grow a moustache. Even Sister Salome can grow a beard… Ugh!”

Only after Dawn had given Neti a kiss on the forehead could the group get back to preparing to leave.

In fact, there was no need to prepare anything. All the luggage was in Dawn’s inventory, so the party only had to leave in person.

The problem was the vehicle the group would be riding in… but that problem was surprisingly easily solved.

“Your Grace. Do you need a vehicle?”

The orcs of the Bloodline. They came as soon as they heard that Dawn was leaving the city and said so.

Dawn refused, knowing that the Orcs had also lost many trucks in this disaster.

But even so, the orcs persistently offered the truck. They said that since it was a truck bought with Dawn’s money, it should be used for Dawn’s sake.

Eventually, Dawn, unable to withstand the orcs’ goodwill, came up with another excuse.

“Well, there’s no one in our group who knows how to drive a truck… .”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll assign a separate driver.”

“But you orcs must protect the children like Morning Owl….”

“You don’t have to worry about that either. There’s one red guy who can’t be with America.”

“… .”

There was no need to say who it was. The Communist Orc, Peroru.

The orc who had been beaten to a pulp by Lviv and should have been in the emergency room came driving a large container truck, wrapped in bandages.

“… Are you sure you can drive that?”

Lashk asked as he watched the orc fixing his bandage in the driver’s seat, but the other orcs all said they were fine.

“Oak is stronger than you think. You know that, don’t you, my benefactor?”

I knew it. I beat him up with Sethi.

‘It doesn’t seem as sturdy as I thought… .’

Anyway, Dawn could no longer refuse the orcs’ consideration. He thanked them and boarded the large truck that had been prepared.

“Thank you for saving my life. Benefactor… no, Chief Secretary.”

“… .”

While Yeomyeong, who was awkward about hearing the secretary’s voice, smiled bitterly, Corvus, Miridis, Osiris, Bakneti, Rashik, and Dilla climbed onto the container at the back of the truck one after another.

The gender ratio seemed seriously skewed, but… well, Yeomyeong, who had lived her whole life with sweaty older brothers, didn’t really care. Ferrolu, who was behind the wheel, seemed a little concerned, but that was it.

As befitting a voluntary communist, he started the truck steadily.

“Benefactor, I will see you again at the Dreiterial!”

After saying goodbye to the orcs who had gathered in such a group, the Dawn party set off for the fertilizer road.