(EP-158.1) Squad #1
158 – Villain’s Squad #1
I often took a walk when I was feeling down.
Instead of sitting quietly and diving into the depths of my mind, I preferred to stroll around. Watching people pass by and enjoying the scenery had a way of improving my mood.
My steps were aimless.
I hadn’t set a destination, but I found myself heading towards a familiar place without realizing it.
“Comrade, long ti no see! How have you been?”
Marmar, who was tending the garden, warmly waved at . Marmar’s soiled gloves were filled with saplings.
I asked.
“Were you planting?”
“By this ti next year, this place will be filled with flowers! Ah, Gargar, dig so more there too!”
At Marmar’s command, the honey-haired Gargar started digging the flower bed with the garden trowel in her hand.
“Hihi, buried alive…! Rock…!”
Gargar was crazy like the Black Mage Sir Pelto, incapable of normal thoughts and behavior. Though Marmar seed to be able to control her.
“It looks like you’re doing well.”
Saying so, I quickly scanned Marmar’s surroundings.
I recalled Marmar’s impromptu baptism ceremony not long ago. I wondered if anything had changed since then. However, it seed like she was simply living a peaceful life.
“Did the other Imps bother you again?”
“Eung! They all listen to now!”
After Marmar took ownership of the building, she sheltered vagrant Imps and provided them with food.
However, instead of feeling grateful, the Imps were planning to use Marmar then drive her out.
I had resolved the issue, but such a thing could happen again. That was why I needed to check on Marmar.
I discreetly examined the once haphazard garden and building, which were now neatly restored. It looked even more splendid than before.
The exterior walls of the old building were painted, making it presentable.
Seureuk, seureuk.
An Imp with blue hair was painting the wall of the building. I asked the paint-filled Purpur.
“What are you painting?”
“As you can see…! I’m painting a landscape…! The sumr’s golden wheat fields with flying dragonflies, and a puppy and a girl running through the fields…!”
Like what Purpur said, the landscape painting does look cool.
I had no idea she had such a talent. And as I praised her, Purpur proudly puffed out her chest and added.
“I learned how to draw from the Ink Nymphs…!”
“Ink Nymphs? What’s that?”
“The Ink Nymphs are good at painting…! The Ditch Nymphs that ate a lot of paint evolved…!”
‘I… see.’
While I didn’t know exactly what an Ink Nymph was, I recalled a fact in the book I just read. And that was how Nymphs had a fascinating evolutionary system.
All Nymphs were born as basic ‘Ditch Nymphs,’ but as they aged and gained experience, they evolved into various different Nymphs.
Which made wonder, as a Half-Nymph, would I follow a similar path?
Anyway.
Purpur did a good job painting. Thanks to this, even the old and shabby building now seed like a charming tourist attraction.
I decided to pat her on the head as a way to praise her hard work.
It reminded of the book, which ntioned that fairies loved being praised, especially when they were patted on the head or cheeks.
“You’ve painted well. It’s like you’ve captured the real thing.”
Seukseuk.
Gently patting the Imp’s head felt natural to , as I had praised my younger sisters like this many tis before.
Purpur’s blue hair was soft like silk and felt good to the touch.
Which made curious about her reaction.
Burrr.
Taking a peek, I could see Purpur slightly trembling. Could it be that she didn’t like patting her head? I felt a bit nervous at that thought.
“This is half-hearted patting, this won’t do…! You need to pat more vigorously…!”
“I see…”
In the end, I had no choice but to comply and pat more vigorously. It was only then that Purpur seed satisfied. Her triangle tail swaying from side to side indicated that she was in a good mood.
Seuk.
Marmar, who was watching, approached .
“Comrade, what are you doing?”
“I was praising Purpur.”
While saying that, I wondered if Marmar was secretly hoping that I would also praise her.
In fact, the hardworking Marmar deserved the most praise.
“Marmar, you did well taking care of this old building. It’s very nice to see you get along well with other Imps.”
“Are you praising ?”
“Yes, would you like to pat your head too?”
Seuk.
I removed my hand from Purpur’s head and reached for Marmar’s warm orange hair.
Like Purpur, Marmar’s tail wagged from side to side.
“It’s been so long since I received praise from anyone…!”
“Really?”
“Yeah! It reminds of the past-.”
Marmar’s eyes were hazy like she was imrsed in reminiscence. Perhaps she was reliving her days in the monastery. Marmar was a good soul, so she must have received a lot of praise from the nuns.
I also received a lot of praises when I was a kid. I would always do 101% to get the stickers and stars.
But as I grew older, I couldn’t recall anyone cheering on and praising my achievents. It seed that in the adult world, praise was sparingly given. Still, even adults felt good when they received praise.
Seukseukseuk.
Marmar said as I patted.
“Co to think of it, I was going to say sothing to comrade, but I forgot.”
“Sothing to tell ?”
“I forgot! But now that you’re patting , I rembered!”
You rembered because I patted you…
My hand stopped, and I asked Marmar.
“What did you want to tell ?”
“Comrade asked to investigate the Guide, and I obtained so information about him. Though I heard it from Gargar.”
“Gargar?”
I glanced at the crazy Imp who was enthusiastically digging the ground. I couldn’t quite imagine what she might have to say, but I decided to listen further. Let’s not be closed-minded.
“So what did you hear from Gargar?”
“She said the Guide was collecting magic of the Demon King. I don’t know why, but he’s collecting spells similar to the ones used by Comrade.”
“By spell, you an sothing like this magic circle?”
I began to draw a magic circle on the ground. It was a pattern from the high-ranking magic Gamigin, which I had already morized.
Marmar called the crazy Imp Gargar and asked.
“Does it look like this one?”
“Curse…!”
“It’s similar!”
“I see…”
If this Imp friend was correct, it ant that the irregular in the Hunter’s Party, the Guide, was collecting Angmar’s secrets like .
Suddenly, sothing flashed through my mind.
“This is very helpful information. Good job!”
Edited by: faker
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