My Villains Episode 089
23. Mother’s Warrior (3)
“…Oh, it hurts so bad.”
Is it cracked or broken? Every ti a finger touched his nose, it stung as if he was being beaten.
“Is that the conclusion? Did you have such a dogfight on the street just because of that?”
“…a dog fight.”
Floating in the air, holding on to the hem of his cloak, the guy following him sarcastically seed pathetic.
“If it’s not a dogfight, what is it? Even beggars won’t fight like that. Is pride really that important?”
“…Isn’t it because of pride? He said he wouldn’t listen to a weakling’s orders. What should I do? I’ll have to convince you with a dog fight.”
As they looked around, they grabbed Utequai by the ankle and dragged him along.
Utequai, another protagonist of the dogfight, passed out after being turned into rice cakes.
Adding the effects of the equipnt, my strength reached 24, and I beat it for almost 5 minutes, so it’s good to be alive.
rattle.
I pulled my arm nervously as the back of Utequai’s head hit the cracked flagstone.
It sounded a bit dangerous, ‘Bakak’, but… Well, what’s the matter?
Ellen, who was looking down at Utequai, put on an expression of reluctance.
“So are you okay? What if he treats and then goes on a rampage again?”
“Wouldn’t it be okay if I beat him again?”
“…I’m serious?”
well what should i do
The reason I was able to beat Utequai was because I hit first and also got lucky. If we fight again, will we be able to win?
“If you don’t want to do anything, just do it.”
“……just?” “No no. Let’s go for now.” When we arrived at the church, we waited about an hour before we could see the priest. It was the sa priest who sold us the covenant.
“Have you co again? What about the patient?”
“I hang out with this guy.”
The priest, whose eyes darkened, kneaded the nape of his neck and examined the wounds on Utequai and .
“Is this guy acting like a heretic?”
“Ah, from far west.”
“Hmm. Just in case, pagans have to pay not only offerings, but also ‘Jir’.”
“Jir? What is it?”
Ellen whispered the answer instead of the priest who didn’t know that.
“I just want to get more money from the heathen. Not all Middle World people believe in the Kwangmyeong Church.”
aha. If you don’t want to extort money, convert yourself. What are you talking about?
“It’s quite moderate. I thought I’d blow off the necks of all heretics.”
“It was like that until forty or fifty years ago. It was a ti when anyone who offered five hundred pagan heads to the church was ordained a paladin.”
I was at a loss for words, and the priest asked as if it were annoying.
“so? Are you going to treat ?”
“Then how much jir will he have to pay?”
“I entered the Hall of Light, so I took a silver coin, I t the priest, so I took another silver coin. One silver coin to get out of the hall safely. Two silver coins for an offering for treatnt. Five coins in total.”
“All five pieces?”
Ellen, as well as I, gaped.
“hey. Isn’t this expensive?”
“of course. In Ireland, it cost only a couple of pennies at the most…
The priest, who had been quietly watching our whispers, crumpled his face and cald down.
“Our church is setting the jir according to the bishop’s guidelines. If you have any complaints, take them out.”
“Can I just leave and not pay
?”
“What does that an? Of course, you have to pay three silver coins.”
…X arm.
The priest cured us by reciting prayers in a voice that sounded almost like a will.
“…co into the hands of your foolish servant and heal the wounds *fuck*.”
A white flash of light slowly flickered in the priest’s hand, and he wrapped his arms around and Utequai.
Mmm. It seems to be squeezing out the divine power as much as possible, but it’s not cool. The effect is not as good as the last ti.
However, there were so many injured in the church and the priest looked as if he would collapse at any mont, so he couldn’t complain.
I touched the nose bone that had been restored to its proper place, and suddenly opened my mouth.
“Oh, is it possible to obtain more covenants?”
“…Covenants are made only when there is an excess of divine power. How do you feel now?”
“…okay.”
By the ti I paid for the treatnt with a wry smile, Utequai ca to his senses. His face was still a ss, but his limbs seed to be intact.
“Turn it off.”
“Are you awake already?”
“…Darran tanka?”
Standing upright, Utequai wiped his blood-stained face with the palm of his hand and blinked his eyes.
“how is it. Do you think you’ll follow suit now?”
“…I got hit. It was a cowardly fight.”
“…Oh yeah? If you can’t concede, shall we try one more round?”
When I put my hand on Hrunting’s fur, Ute Kwai looked up at in silence. Then, he slowly shook his head.
“no. cowardice is strength You didn’t use any evil power. I am defeated.”
“hmm.”
This guy seems to know that I didn’t use the Blood Sculpture.
“So what is the conclusion? Are you saying you will follow ?”
Utequai slowly stood up and twisted his back as if he was kicking himself.
Even that simple gesture was so threatening that the wounded soldiers and clergyn around them were startled and scattered.
It’s a huge thing that you can’t get used to no matter how many tis you see it. How did you beat this guy down?
Utequai was well over two ters tall, but he had so much flesh and muscle, and his waist was so long and thick that at first glance his limbs seed short. Thanks to that, rather than being human-
“What is that?”
“It’s incredibly big… and it looks like it, isn’t it a half ogre?”
“Looks like a bloody swordsman’s party.”
“It seems like they get along with each other…
Others are whispering with their voices low…
Can you hear them all, bastards. And when it cos to friends, there is even talk of rudeness!
Then Utequai suddenly opened his mouth.
“I heard what my mother said.”
“what?”
What kind of nonsense is this again?
“Accompany You are ordered.”
“…You want to take my orders?”
“right.”
You say you’ll be slapped to the dust and beco a subordinate? so pure?
“What did that ‘mother’ say?”
“You use evil powers. I can’t tell my mother.”
“That bastard’s evil power…”
I put on a disapproving look, but Wu Tequai ignored it and added.
“There are conditions. I have the right to refuse and the right to challenge.”
“What does that an?”
“I follow my mother’s will. If you go against your mother’s will, I cannot follow you.”
“…Religious issues can’t be helped. Aside from that, what is the right to challenge?” “You have won, I give orders. If you lose, I am free.”
“If you beat , you will be free?”
“right.”
…I don’t think there’s any particular reason to refuse.
“What good. let’s do that.”
After I easily accepted his offer, Ellen, who had been looking up at Utequai as if she was not trustworthy, suddenly opened her mouth.
“I’m giving you advice in advance just in case, but if you do anything suspicious, I’ll burn it right away.”
“Hey Ellen. Anyway-”
“What? These savages need to be trained in advance. Hey Hatanka or what. did you understand
Utequai snorted at the angry bluff.
“Take care of yourself, little girl.”
“…what?”
“I’m a father and I have a daughter. my daughter is taller than you Be polite.”
“To whom does a savage savage dare”
“I am Hatanka’s mother’s warrior. not crazy
you witch trick uncivilized.”
“Did this pig-like bastard say anything?”
…Utequai looks like he’ll be a troubleso companion for so reason.
No, aside from the troubleso part. What if you suddenly hit yourself in the back of the head?
My anxiety subsided a bit overnight.
This is because I confird that tab ]n was added to the character sheet through last night’s dream. Of course, the protagonist of the third character sheet was Utequai.
As soon as I woke up at dawn, I imdiately started scrawling a pencil on the floor.
Na: Hatanka Utequai
Level: 16
Class: Berserker
Stats: Strength – 29 (57) Agility – 12 (14) Health – 17 (24) Magic – 10 (10) Skill: Blunt Ard Tattoo (Pas) 5pt Veiled Protection Tattoo (Pas) 5pt Night Sky Blessing Tattoo (Pas) 2pt Iron Seal (Pas) lpt Musso Strike (Act) lpt Berserk (Act) lpt Utequai’s character sheet was pretty much what I expected.
To put it ga-wise, he was riding a build that focused on his strength to increase his attack power and secure his survivability with his tattoo skills.
To give a rough description of the skills
…
I was looking at the floor in the blue dawn light filtering through the windows, when I heard a sound of pain sowhere.
“……Ellen?” Ellen, who was sleeping on the bed across from her, was already covered in cold sweat. A narrowed mouth, a narrowed forehead, a desperate nod….
After quickly scattering the scrawled words on the floor, I approached him.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Ellen Ellen! Wake!
Ellen, who struggled with her teeth clenched, swallowed her breath and opened her eyes.
“Huh billion!”
“Wake. are you okay?”
“Po Poi?”
“Yes, it is . What’s wrong all of a sudden?” Eyes stained with fear shake once in the narrow room while holding my shoulder. The girl’s face collapses in relief when she realizes that it’s just and her.
“Ha ha ha ha ha.”
“what’s the matter? Did you have a nightmare?”
little nod. Ellen, who raised her upper body before she knew it, was trembling slightly with her hands on her chest.
Feeling sorry for his shrunken shoulders, I unconsciously pulled him.
Ellen quietly buried her face in my chest. Shortness of breath slows down
“Are you feeling better?”
“…huh.”
Ellen buried her face and spoke in a small voice.
“are you okay. I guess it’s because I haven’t been ditating lately.”
“ditation? Why is ditation?”
Ellen once said that wizards do not dream well. Dreams are caused by a growing gap between consciousness and unconsciousness, but magicians who ditate as a habit said that the gap is small.
But do you have nightmares right away after not ditating for a few days? does that make sense?
Could it be that the terrible experiences in the crypt were the problem?
“…It’s still before the sun rises. Can you sleep better?”
“I do not know.”
“okay? Then even warm water”
“No!”
Ellen’s small hand grips the hem of my dress as I move my hips.
“Ellen?”
“Wait a minute, please stay like this.”
“……uh?” Ellen muttered in a very low voice, as if pleading.
“Just… don’t say anything.”
“Yes, I understand.”
I quietly looked down at the top of Ellen’s head, then sighed and lifted her up.
“It’s okay.”
“Uh huh?”
As I rearranged myself, Ellen suddenly sat on my thigh.
“Isn’t this more comfortable?”
“I am that.”
The guy, who had been frozen in embarrassnt, began to loosen up little by little as my soft hand patted his shoulder for a while.
The paused breath continues, and the collarbone tickles a little. The top of the head, leaning against the nape, exudes a pleasant sll.
The scent of li mixed with the very familiar sll of flesh.
“Hey Ellen.”
Yes?” “How do you always make your hair sll good? Do you have any tips?”
“…there is no secret.”
“No? Why don’t you use perfu or soap?”
“When I was in the palace,”
Ellen, who was about to answer, jerked her head up.
“You’re not asking a woman for that.”
“what?”
“It’s not like asking a woman anything like that. It’s against etiquette.”
The guy with water droplets hanging from his long eyelashes kept his mouth shut. There was an angry light in his blue eyes for no reason.
I burst out laughing at that expression.
“Phahak!”
“…what is funny?”
“Isn’t that funny? *haha* What kind of manners are between us?” Ellen’s expression hardened slightly at my laughing question.
“What are you doing?”
“uh?”
Ellen asked again with a cold expression that even gave off chills.
“What are we doing?”
Contrary to his facial expression, the boy’s eyes were shaking slightly.
Unable to answer, I stared down at Ellen. Then, her gaze, which had gradually beco blurred, soon began to wander aimlessly through the air.
My chest tickles.
While I was trying to guess the implications of his words, the ti to joke had passed.
He patted Ellen’s shoulder slowly to break the awkward silence.
How long has it been? The boy in his arms eventually fell asleep soundly with a groaning sound of breathing.
It was a grateful breath.
The most famous of the strong warrior’s skills was, of course, ‘Berrage’.
A special technique that temporarily loses control of the character instead of boosting strength, speed and vitality.
It is a skill that is truly the flower of a berserker, becoming a hidden card when faced with a near-death crisis or a formidable enemy that cannot be matched.
“…But you say you can’t use it? Berserk?”
“It is not a madness. Being one with
the warrior mother .”
“No, anyway.”
After emptying three bowls of stew and finishing off his breakfast with beer, Ou Tequwai burped with a groan.
“Ugh. What are you doing you rude bastard!”
After leaving the shuddering Ellen behind for a while, she asked Utequai again.
“Being one with that mother. Why can’t a warrior like you do that?”
“Being one with mother is a precious and precious thing. I am Hatanka, a noble warrior. I still can’t.”
“so why?”
“Being one with Mother is Mother’s will. I’m the warrior’s mother-”
“My mother’s warrior.”
“Um, that’s right. My mother’s warrior. I follow my mother’s will.”
From the conversation that started early in the morning, I was able to understand so of the anings of Utequai’s words.
First, ‘Hatanka’.
Since he introduced himself as ‘Hatanka Utequai’, he assud that Hatanka was a family na. However, it turned out that it was not a surna, but a title aning a certain status or position.
The old man he t at the mouth of the Salt River was the forr Hatanka, and when he died, he passed on the title of Hatanka to Utequai.
and ‘Mother’.
As expected to so extent, ‘mother’ ant so kind of divine being.
In fact, even in the ga, berserkers often talked about mother’s anger or mother’s rcy. When I recalled that nuance, mother seed to an nature itself.
“No, what does that have to do with you going berserk and running amok with that ‘mother’?”
“To beco one with my mother is to ignite anger within a warrior. Fury Mother’s thing is precious.”
“Okay. So, since going berserk is a noble act, you have to get permission from your mother, right?”
“That’s right enough.”
“What must I do to get permission from my mother
?”
“I do not know.”
“I don’t know?”
“right. If you want a mother, you have a mother’s call. If you have a call, you and your mother beco one.”
“…It sounds like a random trigger Mr. X.”
A berserker who can’t use berserk.
Hey, it’s not surprising anymore.
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