There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 817



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EP.817 People of the Forest. (8)

The moment she saw the ten flaming swords falling from the sky, Yeoming threw the colonel to the ground and jumped towards the sky.

Attack is the best defense.

It was a choice to gather the fire pouring down on the village to himself, and it turned out to be the right choice.

The ten flames that were falling on the village changed direction and struck Dawn.

!!!

The power of the magic that struck my body was dizzying. My skin, nerves, muscles, bones – everything that made up my body burned and my senses became blurred.

He wanted to use the martial arts of the Baek clan right away, but the goal of the dawn was to gather the flames on himself. He endured the flames by rapidly cooling his entire body.

Soon, the waves of the Précieuse carbonized his skin black.

Dawn was able to realize one thing.

‘…different from the original.’

That was something I could know because I had personally encountered the Précieuse and was the successor to the Jouaiuse. Just like the Précieuse of the Foreign Legion I had met before, these guys’ Précieuse were different from Auguste’s original.

But there was a subtle difference between the two précieuses. While Rachel’s précieuse was closer to an unfinished product that was only partially cooked, these guys’ précieuse had a distinct sense of incongruity, as if something had been forcibly shoved into an empty space.

A counterfeit that only mimics the destructive power of the original… .

Dawn didn’t care. For him, who already had the original, the forgery was nothing more or less than proof that Auguste had never passed on the Précieuse.

Phew-

The dawn, spitting out dried blood, turned around the village to check below. Fortunately, the group was safe. The colonel also survived thanks to falling onto the water tank.

Feeling relieved, Yeomyeong turned her head again and looked at the wizards in black uniforms.

‘…those Elang guys.’

Did they come to rescue the elf hunters, or did they have some other intention? Either way, it was clear that they were desperate enough to open such an abnormal dimensional gate.

‘If I grab it and squeeze it, something will come out.’

Dawn took a stance, shaking off her charred skin. Immediately afterwards, the ten Black Ops began weaving another spell for the fake Précieuse.

The choice of dawn to confront him was the warrior’s martial arts. He took a stance, holding the weapon serum with both hands.

‘After sending out flames with the golden hunt, he sweeps them all away with one blow.’

If you and the Master are in advance, you will be able to block the next flame without difficulty. The first surprise attack was enough to take out the flame.

Dawn held her sword with a cool demeanor and faced the ten wizards in the sky.

Short breaths, burning mana, and-

Sword.

Ten fire swords and one weapon serum simultaneously drew lines in the air. The eleven lines that divided life and death triggered the golden hunt-

-I couldn’t do it.

Because of a strange voice suddenly ringing in my head.

[Do not use anything related to bloodline.]

***

…what?

In the moment of swinging the sword, Yeomyeong wondered if she had heard wrong. However, the voice clearly rang in Yeomyeong’s head.

[He is watching.]

Are you watching? Who?

It was entirely by chance that Dawn, swallowing her doubts, saw the dimensional gate behind Précieuse and the magicians.

But beyond the unstable dimensional gate, it was inevitable that he felt something’s gaze. It was different from the gazes that had been stealing glances at him all this time… A gaze that resembled Nixon.

Why is that? As soon as I saw that gaze, my father’s advice suddenly came to mind.

‘Do not use the warrior’s martial arts recklessly.’

Dawn instinctively stopped hunting for gold, and changed the warrior’s martial arts to the Cheon-dun sword technique.

Following the rapid change, the simple movements became complicated and the sword energy that was bursting out also became distorted.

The imperfect sword energy that had left the sword like that clashed with the fake Précieuse.

!!!!

A clash between a replica of the warrior’s martial arts and a replica of the Précieuse.

Perhaps because the originals were both extraordinary, the results were dramatic. The sky above the town was engulfed in flames, and firecracker-like explosions erupted one after another, raining down fire.

But neither Dawn nor the ten magicians were pushed back even a single step in the air, let alone being hurt. At first glance, it seemed like martial arts and magic of similar power were counteracting each other, and indeed, the magicians seemed to have judged it that way.

-… Expected… More… Than…

-… 10th round… battle… damage…

-Goal… First…

-…check…

The guys started muttering something so quietly that even the dawn couldn’t hear, and then they started weaving a spell that was completely different from Précieuse’s.

Although the exact ability was unknown, it was certain that it included a formula that linked the amplification formula and mana.

It must be stopped. As Dawn, convinced of this, drew up her mana, an unidentified voice struck her ears once more.

[Leave it alone.]

…Who are you? Don’t bother me and just disappear.

[I’m on your side, and I’m not here to get in your way, I’m here to help you.]

…you’re on my side? How can I believe that-

Then a voice cut him off.

[The reason Deokbae and James left you behind every day while they cleaned around the Yellow House was because the prostitutes there were after you.]

…??

[Do you remember the first time you beat Chunshik at billiards? Actually, it was Chunshik who let you play so he could give you some pocket money.]

…what??

[Hong Seti hates beans, and the saint is not bisexual.]

… .

[The only non-strawberry flavored potion among Lashk’s potions is the Aphrodisiac. And Pasoon’s gender is determined to be the opposite of the protagonist’s. Also, in Miridis’ subspace, there are leaf underwear to show you… ]

… What the hell are you doing? God? No, I don’t feel any divinity.

[I’m on your side again. This forced delay is all for your benefit.]

As he said, the wizards completed their spells while Dawn grumbled and murmured.

A large-scale magic that connects ten people’s individually amplified spells to a dimensional gate.

When Dawn, who had come to her senses late, reacted, the dimensional gate was already roaring.

!!!

The already unstable dimensional gate began to shake, and the surrounding atmosphere began to stir. The air swirled like water about to be sucked into a sewer.

The scenery that followed was no different.

Gooooooo – !!!!

The portal began to suck in the surroundings. It didn’t suck in just anything. The portal sucked in specific targets: the mercenaries and their equipment, the abandoned corpses, and… the Children of the Red Star.

-Ahhhh!!

-Chief Secretary!! Please save me!!

Were the Red Star Children what they were after? Dawn, who realized their purpose too late, flew towards the dimensional gate, but there wasn’t much she could do.

The reason was that the dimensional gate was sucking people in so fast. It was so fast that the mercenaries being sucked in collided with each other, causing casualties.

However, Dawn had no intention of letting them go easily. He gathered his sword energy with the intention of cutting up both the dimensional gate and the wizards at the same time.

But this time again a voice interrupted him.

[My advice is to leave that portal alone. If your sword touches it, it will explode.]

… Then I can kill them all at once.

[Yeah, your group down there will also get caught up in the explosion and die.]

As he said, the dimensional gate that sucked people in seemed very unstable.

He could have ignored the voice and torn the dimensional gate apart, but his instincts were telling him not to do that.

In the end, Yeomyeong, who could not risk the party, put down her sword and clenched her fist to grab the pendant she had just taken from the colonel.

How long had it been like that? Just a few seconds that felt like an hour.

Silence fell over the sky. It was a heavy silence that made the battle just moments ago seem like a lie.

And the ten wizards who had created that silence glared at Dawn while half-immersed in the portal, as if they knew that Dawn could not attack the portal.

It would be a shame to let it go like this… While Yeomyeong was fiddling with the armed serum, a voice stopped him once more.

[Not everyone who walks the road has a destination, but every road has an end. Put down your sword, for the day of their judgment is not far away.]

… Really? If the sword doesn’t work, then provocation works?

[No, that’s-]

Before the voice could even utter a rebuttal, Dawn taunted the fleeing Frenchmen.

“I understand why Auguste chose a Korean as his successor.”

“… .”

“Kneeling to the Nazis, massacring the colonists… how could they have fallen so low that the sword of Charlemagne fell to an Oriental? Roland must be weeping in his grave.”

A mockery using the French epic poem, Song of Roland, which mentions Jouyez. Whether the literary knowledge was properly applied or not, the expressions of the magicians hidden behind their masks simultaneously distorted.

Even one of them escaped from the dimensional gate and cast Précieuse. The next moment, as if he had been waiting, Dawn pulled out her combination gun and pulled the trigger.

bang!

The bullet flew straight to the wizard’s forehead. The surprised guy stopped his Précieuse and opened up his shield, but it was impossible to completely block the bullet that had already come right up to his nose.

“Ugh!”

Blood spurted from the guy’s right eye. He seemed to have narrowly avoided a bullet, judging by the way he was still flailing around in the air.

Tch.

Dawn, who had been clicking his tongue, fired again, but the wizards behind him gathered around and placed a protective shield over the guy, pulling him into the dimensional portal.

-Red Star… I will remember.

The guy who covered his bleeding eyes with his hand glared at Dawn until the end and disappeared through the dimensional gate.

As the dimensional gate that had swallowed all the wizards shook violently, an unidentified voice said goodbye.

[Thank you for listening to me. You seem like a nice person for her son.]

… What? Son? Do you know what kind of person my mother is?

[I know her very well. But there is not enough time to talk about her. Let’s talk about the next story when we meet in person. I will be waiting at the mausoleum.]

… a mausoleum? Wait!

Dawn called out, but the voice disappeared as soon as the dimensional gate opened.

***

Shortly after the French invasion ended and the skies over the Elven Forest returned to normal.

It was not Corvus or Mirri, but Lashk who welcomed the dawn that had descended to the ground.

She was looking at the dawn with a proud expression, her hands on her hips, and there was good reason for that.

“Dawn, you know what? I put tracking tools, poison, and even bugs on those who run away?”

“… .”

Should I say Rashik? As Yeomyeong let out a sigh of relief, Rashik asked back boldly.

“…What are you doing instead of praising me?”

“Well done, Rashik.”

“Bigger than that!”

“Hey, can I give you a kiss?”

When Dawn answered like that, Rashik quickly stepped back.

“Is your kiss a compliment? Don’t do that. Praise me like you would a saint!”

If that’s what you want, then yes, said Dawn, clapping her hands.

“As expected, Comrade Rashik! You are a master of food value.”

“… .”

“This month’s outstanding party member is like a prize that has already been awarded. If this continues, I might even receive a medal from the central party.”

Lashik shrugged his shoulders, wondering if even the sound of a red flag was a compliment.

“Okay, continue to praise my usefulness in the future.”

“Oh my, is there any chance?”

Immediately after the brief exchange, Rashik, standing next to Yeomyeong, spoke in a very serious voice as if asking where the joke he had made earlier had gone.

“Enough joking… The rest of the group, aside from me, are wandering around the town. We’re collecting the traces the guys left behind and…”

“also?”

“…to catch the forest people.”

“… .”

Come to think of it, the French only took the Red Star Children and the elf hunters, and didn’t touch the forest people.

Why? Aren’t they accomplices? Or is there no need to take care of them?

Dawn, swallowing her doubts, quickly followed Lashk across the village. When the two finally reached the center of the village, they saw a line of merchants with their arms tied together.

“Are you here?”

Corvus, who had transformed into a crow, was the first to spot Dawn. Perhaps because she was sitting on the dark roof, she looked even more frightening than usual. Of course, to Dawn, she had always been a warm teacher.

“How are you? It seems like you’re not fighting properly… Is there a problem?”

Perhaps he had seen the voice that had prevented him from moving earlier, but Corvus’ voice was filled with concern.

“It’s because the dimensional gate seems to be about to explode. You don’t have to worry.”

After reassuring his teacher with those words, Yeomyeong approached Miri.

Miri, standing next to the merchants with their arms tied, was clearly leading them away with rough gestures that were full of emotion.

“In advance? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. Except the French guys set fire to the forest and I got stabbed in the back by the scum.”

“… .”

A rough tone of speech different from usual. The forest people who were being dragged by her trembled and looked back and forth between Yeomyeong and Miri. Yeomyeong, who did not know what had happened between the elves and the forest people, instead of stopping her, carefully grabbed her shoulder.

Although they didn’t exchange a single word, Miri understood what Yeomyeong was trying to say. She slowly relaxed the strength in her hands that had been dragging the merchants along, and let them go to the center of the village on their own.

After a while, Miri put her hand over Yeomyeong’s and said.

“The mercenaries who hit us in the back of the head are the ones who originally killed all the herbalists stationed here and stole their herbs. They were flustered when we arrived shortly after they cleared away the bodies.”

“… Somehow, I could smell blood on their bulletproof vests.”

“They didn’t originally intend to let us into the village, but the mercenaries opened the gate and let us in, saying they sensed elves. They must have been elf hunters.”

Elf Hunter. Dawn nodded and took out the pendant she had taken from the colonel a moment ago. The magical tool with the World Tree’s crystal embedded in it was proof that turned suspicion into certainty, and Miri made a serious expression.

“Elf hunters and France… Nazis and Japan too, why do bad guys stick together?”

“Well, but the fact that they showed up at the same time this time is most likely a coincidence.”

“Coincidence? What kind of coincidence?”

“France was after the Children of the Red Star. They must have deployed the Black Ops to hide the fact that they were the origin of the robbery group that the Secretary General personally led.”

“… .”

“But unfortunately, the elf hunters attacked us first… I wonder if they received the signal late and joined the attack.”

It was a plausible interpretation, except for one thing.

“So… those merchants were really threatened and poisoned us?”

“maybe?”

“No way. The forest people must be accomplices too.”

There was a blatant sense of disgust in the way Miri spoke when she mentioned the ‘forest people’. How could she, who had crossed the dimensional gate for the sake of peace between the elves and the Earth, show such feelings? Yeomyeong asked, taking her hand.

“…What kind of people exactly are forest people?”

“They are trash who do not know grace, nor do they know honor or loyalty, and they repeat betrayal as if it were a meal, chasing power and money.”

“… .”

“Wasn’t it the forest people and elf hunters who joined hands to kill the herbalists who were originally in this village?”

At that moment, a merchant passing by joined the conversation.

“No! We were really threatened!”

“… .”

Miri frowned as she confirmed the merchant who had shouted. It was natural. The guy who had interrupted the conversation was the innkeeper who had poisoned the group.

Was your name Changkeupe? Yeomyeong asked, stopping Miri from drawing her weapon at any moment.

“Can you prove it?”

“That is… what can ordinary people like us do in the face of such armed mercenaries?”

“It would have been possible to put poison in the food and feed it to them.”

“… .”

Then Changkeupe lowered his head as if embarrassed. Yeomyeong looked around at the merchants including him and said.

“If we weren’t strong enough to overcome your poison, we would all have been captured or killed. Should we just ignore it and say it was something we couldn’t do anything about?”

As the atmosphere grew colder following those words, one of the other merchants suddenly knelt down.

“We, we are workers too! Mr., Mr. Secretary! Please have mercy…!”

It was unclear whether the man’s actions were a signal or if they felt there was no other way, but almost all the merchants followed him and fell to their knees, begging for mercy.

“Mercy!”

“I didn’t really want to do it!”

It was such a blatant begging that even the onlookers became serious. Yeomyeong sighed deeply and spoke to Miri.

“What should we do? Should we interrogate them one by one?”

“… .”

The merchants thought that the choice had been passed to Miri, so they begged Miri for mercy. Then Miri spoke with the same seriousness as when the saint poured the radish soup into the noodles.

“Mercy? The forest man seeks mercy from me?”

The forest people immediately shut their mouths. Not because of Miri’s words, but because she had lifted the illusionary spell on their ears.

Long ears, a symbol of elves.

Miri, who had exposed her ears to the world, continued speaking coldly.

“The blood of the slain elves still flows in the forest, yet you dare to expect mercy? Have you forgotten how you betrayed the mercy we showed you? Must I really tell you of that evil deed again?”

The merchants kept their mouths shut, as if they had not expected that there would be real elves. Some of them even closed their eyes in resignation.

What on earth did those forest people do to the elves that they gave up so easily?

While Dawn, Neti, and Siri were having similar doubts, the innkeeper, Changkeupe, suddenly knelt down.

“I beg you, Your Excellency the Secretary! Please end this with my life.”

“… .”

“I am the one who poisoned you all. So please kill me and spare the lives of the other merchants…”

Dawn didn’t answer, but checked the faces of the other forest people. Worry, anxiety, and sadness.

No one opened their mouths, but Dawn knew right away that this Changkpe was the representative of the forest people here.

A leader who risks his life for others… While Yeomyeong was contemplating what to do with him, Miri whispered in his ear.

“Dawn, can I do it from here?”

“…Are you trying to kill me?”

“No. I have another idea.”

Dawn gladly gave her the opportunity. As he stepped aside to clear the way, Miri stepped forward and spoke.

“Changkeupe, unfortunately your life is worthless. And the lives of other forest people are the same.”

“… .”

No, you’re not planning on killing me, are you? While Changkeupe tightly closed his eyes, Miri continued speaking.

“So, give me something more valuable than your wretched lives.”

“That means….”

Are you saying that you will spare my life? Before Changkeupe could ask that, Miri scanned the merchants’ faces.

“We don’t need money. What value would the money you earn by sucking blood from our forests be to us? It’s no different from donating blood to a vampire. What you have to pay for is not money or life, but information. Information so valuable that we can show mercy to you.”

“… .”

Was it because of the hope that they could survive? A murmur spread among the merchants. And after a while, they began to spit out some useful information.

-Recently, there has been a large increase in illegal herbal medicine dealers. Their equipment is not that great, so it seems like they came from somewhere other than the barrier.

-Well, there’s a rumor that Demerond is not in the forest… Ah, if you’re an elf, you probably already know… .

Let me start with a story that isn’t very helpful.

-Rumors are rife that Johnson & Johnson and Pfizer’s military forces have set up a base camp deep within the elven reservation.

-French pharmaceutical companies have recently purchased a section of the barrier and are planning to station troops there starting early next year… .

Stories of companies and countries. And-

-I heard that the World Tree’s ovary has been discovered. That’s why mercenaries have been crossing the protected area so precariously recently… .

Information so provocative that it will make your hair stand on end.

“Wait a minute, what did you find in the World Tree?”

In particular, Miri was so surprised when she heard the last piece of information that she grabbed the merchant who told her the information by the collar.

“Who told you that information? Tell me right now! If it’s nonsense, I know you won’t let it go!!”

The merchant, who had been grabbed by the collar by Miri, answered, gasping for breath in embarrassment.

“Joe, the mercenary group that was kicked out a little while ago! I heard what the leader of that mercenary group said! Now that we’ve found the seedbed of the World Tree, his grand dream has come true! He definitely said so!”

……. (continue)