My Villains Episode 415
64. Fog (2)
Awakened Atalanta from being buried in a blanket. She blinked her eyes as if she hadn’t woken up, and put on a puzzled expression. Looking down at the wad clinging to my chest, I muttered, ‘What is this?’
“Stop talking in your sleep and wake up. Sothing seems to have happened at the command post, so let’s go quickly.”
As Atalante rustled and left the place, Mungchi also stood up. Stretching while mumbling is just like a lazy cat.
It didn’t suit a dark sleeper or slow motion or an assassin. He didn’t do this before, but lately he seems to have let go of his tension. I didn’t hate it, so I smiled and stroked Bunchi’s head. The boy smirked with a narrowed eye.
Isn’t this a bit discriminatory?” Atalanta raised her eyebrows as she put on the steel guard that wrapped around her left shoulder and arm.
“what?”
“As soon as I woke up, I started urging, so the temperature is a bit different for you.”
“Are you the sa as him?”
“What is different?”
“You have a lot of family mbers, and you don’t co together. It’s news from your kids, so you have to hurry.”
“My children?”
“uh. It looks like you caught a skirmisher
?”
Mungchi seed happy that I was on his side, and Atalanta muttered sothing. It was Goulan, but I could guess the aning just by hearing the way he spoke.
The figure was quite cute, so just before leaving the tent behind the bundle, I pulled a handful of waists that exposed my belly button. And kissed.
“n: uh” —-9 x入、.
Surprised, Atalanta made a strange sound.
A waist that is flexible without any flab and has clear muscle texture. It’s my favorite part of her body. If you hold on to such a waist and mix your tongue, it tastes much more special than usual.
I let go of Atalante, whose face was red, and calmly left the tent. She followed, babbling again in Goulan.
When I saw that the sky was unusual, I wondered, but eventually it started to rain. It wasn’t just a drop or two, but a heavy rain hitting the top of the head and shoulders.
The military camp spread out in the wild quickly beca a ss. A nudein warrior ran out with his luggage because his tent was filled with water, a serf from Abiden dug a ditch with a jagged stone and cut his shin, and a man who was a guard in Proshafen tripped while leading an ox. The cow, which had rolled through the mud and was free because he had lost the reins, began to run westward.
“…that’s a lot of shit.”
“I know. Will it rain?”
“I hope so. If we keep pouring about one sana hole with this montum, everyone will want to go ho before they can even fight properly.”
Atalanta and I took shelter from the rain in a large tent nearby. A wagon with missing wheels and a collapsed tent were blocking the way to the command post, so we decided to wait a while before heading out.
“Oh Phoenix?”
I turned around at the familiar voice and saw a girl in a striped poncho looking up at with round eyes.
“Is it Eopi? What are you doing here?”
“Hey, I’ve been here all along. What are you doing, Mr. Phoenix? Where are you hurt?”
Iofya, the shaman of the adow, looked at with a bewildered expression.
Co to think of it, the large tent was almost half filled with soldiers at goalposts. It was a tent that served as a treatnt center.
Iofya is a soul shaman with quite powerful healing abilities. Although dealing with wounds was a bit inferior compared to the priests brought by Count Ines-it wasn’t that he couldn’t heal, but it took a relatively long ti-burns, poisoning, or diseases were easily cured.
“No, I stopped by to get out of the rain while passing by. Are you all right?”
“Yeah, not yet. But I think I will be busy soon.”
A girl with long dark blue hair swept over the back of her ear looked out.
“The fight, the long journey, the diocre al… Everyone is having a hard ti, but it’s even raining. I think my mother was a bit harsh this spring.” “So my point. Ask if you can take a look.”
Iofiah smiled and replied.
“Okay. I don’t know if I’ll get an answer.”
Atalanta, who was brushing her hair, shrugged.
“If a shaman like you can’t answer, who the hell is your god talking to?”
“Wouldn’t you like to do it with soone like your brother-in-law?”
“Miss Hatanka?”
The girl nodded gently.
“My mother favors warriors, and my brother-in-law is a person whose na can be handed down to future generations among many warriors in the plains. And sotis, they say they really hear their mother’s voice.”
“…that’s kind of aweso. Hey, there must be a reason why they are called great warriors.”
Where is Utequai now? According to Prince Ulkar’s plan, he’s retreating sowhere on the plateau.
With the combination of Utequai, who cares about his subordinates, and Heila, who is smart and ticulous, there will be no need to worry about the future. Not only those two, but also the subordinates they had left behind.
Aside from worrying, I miss Utequai and Heila.
I miss Utequai’s painting and I miss Heyla’s car. I hope this war will end soon. Killing people is boring now. I want to get rid of politics and diplomacy and travel comfortably.
Iofya, who was talking about Doran with Atalanta, glanced at my face.
“Are you having a hard ti?”
“……uh?”
“Are you having a hard ti?”
“No, what… why all of a sudden?”
“It looks like that.”
With a puzzled expression, the girl raised her tiptoe and patted on the shoulder.
“Sa’aro sa’aro sa’aro.”
“…what are you doing?”
“It’s a mantra for all things prosperity.”
“A spell for all things prosperity?”
“yes. Sa’aro sa’aro sa’aro.”
Iofya had a very serious face, but I didn’t feel any magic or mysterious energy at all.
“What kind of playing house is that?”
“If you believe it is a house play, you will beco a house nan, and if you believe it is a spell for prosperity, you will beco a spell for prosperity.”
“……okay?”
“yes.”
The girl continued speaking with unchanging sincerity.
“Phoinix-sama
has to do a lot of work.”
“Since you have fallen in an unfamiliar place, you will be lonely and tired. Don’t try to endure it alone, lean on a friend. Atalanta or my brother-in-law or - whoever.”
While I was putting on a blank expression at those vague words, the wounded soldier lying on one side let out a pained sound.
“Oh wait.”
So, without further explanation, Iofiah turned around and left.
The command post was already full of people.
Sir Langboldt and his sergeants, ‘Sir Benroe’, the chief knight of the Earl of Milgrester, and the officers ‘Fogan’ Atalanta’s trusted warriors, including Agos and Hareskis. If I and Atalanta were included, all the leaders except for Count Ines had gathered.
“How about Count Ines?”
“Still coughing. Let’s go ahead.”
Considering the forced march that lasted almost a week, it was only natural that the 15-year-old girl would oversleep. No, I’m not actually sleeping late. It’s because it’s still not coming to mind.
Sir Benlow, a middle-aged man, is the most trusted knight by Count Ines. He was qualified to represent her.
He knocked on the table in the center – a flimsy thing with a plank on top of an oak barrel, but not bad for a makeshift use. The Hareskis, wearing scale armor and carrying curved swords, dragged the two bound n into the room.
“…high.”
No matter how bad it was, both of their faces are swollen with blood. One’s ankle was always limping, and the other’s nose was drooping and hissing with difficulty breathing.
“I made a lot of rice cake dough. You said you haven’t properly interrogated yet, so why did you go so far?”
“It is said that there was a little scuffle during the suppression.”
“Are you having a fight? Would you like to brawl with ?”
Mr. Agos, who was making excuses, stroked his beard shyly, and Atalanta glared at the Hares kisses who had brought the prisoners. In that gaze, the warriors who had been elated for catching the enemy’s trick quickly hardened their expressions and lowered their eyes.
“So what are you guys doing?”
When asked in fluent Gellan, the two captives flinched in surprise and quickly opened their mouths.
“We are rchants who make a living by doing business in Eisbowart.”
“……rchant?”
“Yes Nari.”
With his chin resting on his chin, he looked at the two captives quietly.
His face was a ss, but it wasn’t hard to see a slit eye or an old scar. I managed to capture it well, but I felt a subtly hideous atmosphere, and the sll of blood was very vibrating. It’s not the sll of being covered in blood. Originally, they are the ones who carry the sll of blood.
Maybe it’s because I saw so many people of that type after I fell into this world. I could barely figure out what the kids were doing.
“The rchant is an asshole. As you can see, they’re not rcenaries or soldiers, they’re thugs and thugs.”
The two captives shook their heads without showing any sign of being stabbed.
“No, we are rchants.”
“What are you selling?”
“I work as a bridge between the peddler and the market. We mainly deal with fish such as herring, cod, and sea bass.”
“fish?”
“yes. Sotis they are salted and sold as is, or when there are surplus hands, they are dried and sold.
“okay?”
I looked back at Mr. Agos and shrugged.
“I guess the scuffle was a bit lacking.”
As soon as I ran out of words, Hares Keith three or four ca out and knocked the two thugs down.
The Hareskis were originally sacred guards protecting the clan chiefs and elders, but after Atalanta killed the clan chiefs and elders, they beca a bodyguard loyal only to her. Of course, even then and now, it was the sa that they were the most elite of the Nudein warriors famous for their quickness. Maybe that’s why the sound of a drum popping was heard every ti
a fist entered.
“Keruk- please save ”
“Stop.”
After the Hares kisses withdrew, the two n, who had evolved from rice cake dough to mop, began to speak as if they were confessing.
“Eh, I hate that gangster. This bird is strong, too.”
In place of the one whose nose was down and his front teeth were all broken, another relatively intact man who sohow twisted his body to open his mouth.
“Fisher is the signboard, and the main focus is money play.”
” also?”
“I quit smuggling and pimping, but I occasionally supply won. Sotis.”
“…they were very versatile people.”
He knelt down and dripped bloody saliva as he spoke, but his eyes were clear. It is an eye full of the will to survive.
“Then where did you get caught?”
“I wasn’t caught. We ca here on our own two feet.”
“Here?”
“Yes Nari.”
“What is this again? You said you caught it?”
I unconsciously spoke in Gellan and looked back at the Hares kisses, but these guys with muscles as big as the head misunderstood my gaze and started kicking.
“Eok geuk- go-ra, no, it’s true! Nari Nari! Live it up!” Since the beating had already begun, I wanted to watch for a while, so I sat still. After a while of brutal assault, he raised his hand. The two thugs vomited and cried and scread.
“The boss, no, the boss told to go, so I was forced to co.”
“Oh, wear Hayaz-”
I asked the tough thug who was still sane, ignoring the guy who was babbling with his eyes wide open.
“What is your purpose?”
“If you promise to kill the mayor hoblu pup and the four hoblu children, I will let you into the city.”
Honestly, it was an eye-opening proposal, but I couldn’t believe the bully’s words, so I asked with an expressionless face.
“Who is Hoblu?”
“He used to fuck with a few gambling places in the corner of the city, but the old mayor sucked his butthole so badly that he got his partner right… I did
n’t care about the back alleys of Eisbowald, so I cut him off.
“Is that bastard a thug too?”
“…Uh yes. But I have a lot of kids with . There were several swordsn…
Those who could understand Gellan to so extent, including Sir Langbolt, laughed softly. I giggled too.
“How did my cowardly friend co this far? Do you know who we are and where we co from?”
The guy licked his lips. They seem to know the extent of our identities.
There’s no way I don’t know How much the big-mouthed rchants must have shouted when they saw our procession. When we first arrived here last night, when we think of the group of refugees heading north, it is obvious that the story about us spread widely.
Even though he was wearing the expression of the main character making a contract with the devil to defeat the villain, the tough gangster nodded for a mont.
“What is nodding? Do you know who we are?”
“Yes Nari.”
He swallowed and spoke.
“These are the people who will make the king of the back alleys of Eisbowald.”
“…what?”
I was dumbfounded and burst into laughter.
“Hey, you are so arrogant. What is your na?”
The thug bowed his head deeper.
“It is ‘Deogen’.”
“Deozen…. What if I promise to kill the mayor and all the thugs? How are you going to let them into the city?”
“We have about thirty corpses.”
“dead body?”
“I put out a spear with sandpaper and sprinkled rotten salted fish to imitate a corpse covered with venereal disease. Even though the gates of the castle are closed when the king’s army cos, they will open the north gate for a while if you tell them to throw away the venereal diseased corpse at night. I’ll have to poke so money at the garrison guys, but.”
“The north gate is a bit far.”
“The other door is occupied by the mayor’s henchn, so they will never open it. If you sneak up at night, you can approach three or four people, and you can throw away the body and hide it in an empty cart. It’s my face. I will look for it.”
“Three or four…
I listened to Deogen’s persuasion, feeling that I was getting more and more interested.
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