Chapter 280 – Horseman of Death (6)
The naked villagers dressed up as if they were bothered by our appearance.
Regardless of gender or age, it’s Missy’s dress or robe. It’s like this fucking death’s Lee Ji-sunda. Ignoring the rattles and churns, we entered the chief’s house.
“Sit down. Britannia’s words, are you okay?”
“Yes. There are a lot of people who don’t know what Erinn is saying.”
Ulster tribal villages were shanty towns. It seems that there are people who set up tents like nomads, and there are people who live in decent houses like chieftains.
‘It looks like Britannia style.’
As I was thinking that while looking inside the house, the chieftain said.
“I learned how to build a house from the people of Flusmirror Village. In my mother’s time.”
“I see.”
Is it cultural exchange? It felt like a clumsy mix of two cultures, so we had to sit on the ground.
Since I was the only one sitting cross-legged—why is this bastard Victoire sitting straight—I wondered if I should also kneel, but before I could correct my posture, the chief brought up a story.
“First of all, I apologize for the rudeness. If you wish, we can compensate you for your mistake, but as you know, it is true that we, the descendants of Erinn, do not have anything to please you, strangers.”
I thought he meant to take off the apology fee, but the chief wasn’t that shameless.
“If our wisdom and magic are good, we will answer as we know. Ask me anything.”
“”Yeah?!””
Two voices of astonishment. Dana and Hi Romain. Both of them are Dr. Ulster. The chief’s words must have been quite unconventional by Ulster standards.
“Oh, no. You mean that? The descendants of Erinn I have met are often careless and distrustful of others.”
When I asked with a wink, Hyromain hesitated.
“I don’t know about the events that are happening here, but I can even learn witchcraft… Oh! Of course, I’m not saying I want to learn, right? I didn’t do anything, so it’s too shameless!”
High Romain, who denied words, but his eyes were drawn to the tattoos on the chieftain’s hands and neck, as well as the green fire burning in the brazier behind him.
I might have stopped allowing it because I felt cute without being squeamish. If it weren’t for the professor.
“We will talk about that later. First of all, can you tell me why you trespassed the forest?”
The benefits of learning the skills of artisans that have been passed on for thousands of years are not bad. It’s a bit unconventional for the payoff you get from beating two dicks and one Tarzan Man.
‘But they admit their faults so easily and even teach me how to do it?’
This is almost at the level of taking care of our convenience. Isn’t it the game’s skill acquisition quest?
Is it so easy to learn whether it is magic or magic in Ulster?
More than anything else, why do people who recognize their mistakes and apologize right away camp in the forest, not on their land?
‘It’s the same principle as not showing vegans who don’t go crazy on TV.’
This is because a decent vegetarian does not protest or use violence in front of others.
Likewise, if you are a pup who knows how to apologize, he usually doesn’t do it himself. Seeing that Mr. Geborin obeyed the chief’s words, it wasn’t that they couldn’t get along.
“… I won’t stop you from entering the forest. I just thought I should warn you.”
“Warning?”
“Yes.”
The chief did not open his eyes as he spoke. Are you blind? Or maybe it’s Asura who opened his mind.
Jin Awakening Asura. Joe looks good.
“Two people in the woods. 3 people in the meadow. Do you know what these numbers mean?”
“… Is it a Zen dialogue?”
“No. It’s true. Five warriors and children in our village. Killed in these two weeks.”
It was a bloody talk, after all.
I thought the villagers glared at us because they were too lazy to wear clothes, but it turned out that it was because strangers flocked to us at a sensitive time.
Thinking so, I roughly guessed it with my senses.
“Have you ever been attacked by a half-human, half-horse monster that grew into a human on the body of a horse?”
“Yes, that’s right. Did you know too? It wasn’t my mistake that I felt his presence in you guys.”
Presence? It is a blind expression. I nodded and gestured to Veronica.
Veronica took the head of her scythe from her bag. Precisely, she took it from the slate she kept in her bag.
“Are you sure this is the guy with the scythe? If so, we killed it on our way here.”
“So are we.”
… What are you doing?
“Wait a moment.”
When we didn’t understand, the chief got up and brought something out. Scythes made of the same sea iron that Veronica took out——four fucking ones.
“Every time the villagers lost their lives, we chased down and killed the monster who did the atrocity. Excluding the inexperienced warrior who participated in the first victim, there were no additional deaths caused by the return of the lives of four people.”
─Click. Said the chief as he closed the box that sealed the scythe.
“But its presence continues to manifest itself over and over again. Even the warriors, who were at first lavish, are awake at night in front of a monster that preys on even helpless children and the elderly.”
“──Excuse me while we are talking. Are you saying that several nukelavies appeared?”
“Yes, Hiromain. It’s been a while. I guess I need to correct the story I told you back then.”
Perhaps they knew each other, the chieftain said so with a resigned face that seemed to sigh.
“Nukelaby. The evil spirit that is said to escape from the hands of the sea mother every autumn has reappeared over time. It’s already the 5th, which puts the oral tradition that one is all.”
“… There were also victims in the forest. Is that why you stopped us? Then why don’t you explain why that’s the case?”
“Because the people of Plusmirror are counting us as the mastermind behind this. I didn’t think you would believe me.”
This goes like this. I stuck out my tongue.
“Without proof?”
“If you have a heart attack, you will have it. We changed the village’s policy in the fall and started interacting with them, but after that, poor harvests started, diseases spread, and now even murders.”
What does that have to do with the Nukelavies and the Ulsters? The chief, noticing my doubts, explained.
“Nukelaby is the evil spirit of the sea. It is said to take away from the land, wither crops, and scatter disease on livestock and people. The villagers seemed to think that we were doing evil using the tradition as an excuse.”
“No, why? Have you ever had a bad relationship?”
“There was no contact until a few years ago. Maybe that’s why, after spreading false rumors about us, they considered us cannibals. In fact, if it’s an animal’s heart, I’ll take it out and eat it alive…”
The chief explained that it was last fall that they overcame such cultural differences and barely started to interact. I’m not afraid of parasites to eat a raw heart.
Anyway, then I bought a misunderstanding and ended up in a confrontation like this.
‘Contacts with unknown civilizations seem to be the same everywhere.’
But you’re a cannibal.
There was no way that Ulsterians were cannibals living in the forest. Because they are a race that lived in the grasslands.
‘I wonder if the village chief’s ancestor ran into the village’s lumberjack hunters while carrying a blood dripping heart in his mouth.’
Otherwise, it could be that monsters resembling humans once lived in this forest.
‘A man-eating monster that resembles a person… Ogres?’
I suddenly thought of a rune magic ogre with four arms that I had met before.
“Because of that situation, we were blocking people from entering the forest. Because unnecessary casualties lead to more misunderstandings.”
Said the village chief. Like they say that’s why they stopped us.
But I didn’t say anything and just stared into her eyes.
Those closed eyes won’t be able to see my gaze, but if you see me walking through the woods like that, there must be some kind of magic or witchcraft to see ahead.
“… Whoa.”
Even if I didn’t spew murder, when I pressed him like a police officer interrogating me, the village chief sighed briefly and confessed.
“It wasn’t a lie. It’s just that I can see more at the cost of closing my eyes. I felt that if I could get your cooperation, I would be able to defeat the root cause of the situation.”
“What do you mean by the culprit?”
“On the other side of the forest, from the meadow leading to the sea, waves of malice have been pouring out for days. That is the reason why I did not go to the village to actively explain.”
“You mean you want us to defeat the culprit? Even by teaching you tribal magic?”
“Please don’t misunderstand. This is neither compulsion nor request.”
The village chief’s tone was very calm, so he had something to convince people’s hearts.
Actually, what she said is sincere. We don’t have to follow the village chief’s words. It wasn’t even that the village chief encouraged us to go to the forest.
“If there is a purpose in that forest, you will surely encounter danger. At that time, I wanted to tell you about her sorcery so that I could help you in pursuing Nukelaby.”
“… Okay.”
While we were doing it, it would have been nice if we could have defeated the ringleader, but it wouldn’t have been to the extent that we purposely wished for it.
‘If he had tried to pamper us for free, he wouldn’t have talked about it now.’
That way, we will risk our lives to fight the culprit after going there without knowing anything.
There is a monster in the forest, but where is the idiot who enters it?
‘Here, fuck.’
Just like the ogre time, you don’t know what might happen to the Vicorn holy ground, and people say they’re looking for it, but you guys have to solve it yourself.
After all, we were in a position to fight the culprit behind the Nukelaby incident.
“Kuhm.”
Hi Romain seemed to have the same thoughts as me, but of course Victoire, who had nothing to do with us, made a disgusted face.
I’m going to stop by the village for a while and take a break, but I feel like what kind of trouble is this.
“Mr. Victoire. It doesn’t matter if you go separately, but I wouldn’t recommend it. A sixth nukelaby might come after you.”
“I know. Damn it, the life of a peddler is like that. We will do as you say.”
“You did well.”
Only then is it safe. Are we Victoire’s free escorts?
It was not a waste considering that it was a wagon and taxi fare instead.
‘It’s better to get help from these people.’
It’s their job, so they’ll risk their lives to fight. The villagers won’t even have power, and it’s annoying to persuade them as they feel like they’ve eaten sweet potatoes.
Let’s listen to the detailed explanation and get ready to fight.
That was when I opened my mouth.
“The village chief——!!”
─Quaang!!
Crushing the door, someone entered the cabin.
“Kkeohoak!!”
The door that fell off collided with Victoire. I observed a third person attempting entry rather than minding him.
I tried to observe, but I averted my eyes. Fuck, this woman is naked too.
To put it simply, she was like a fair-skinned Amazoness female warrior.
To use another expression, it would be like a muscular elf warrior (naked).
His six-pack was cracked on his stomach and his skin was as white as an Ulster. Dark green tattoos were tattooed on her naked body, and because of her size, it looked like a drawing on drawing paper.
Shibural. Fair-skinned, naked, tattooed, muscular female warrior? What the hell kind of combination is this? Is it like kimchi pizza sweet and sour pork?
“Is this the man who said he took down our daughter in one shot!!
Daughter?
Is she Miss Geborin’s mother? Yelling, she rolled her eyes and walked over to Victoire holding her head.
“Man!! Is it you!!”
“Aaaaa!! No! No! It’s not me, it’s Mr. Nord here!”
Victoire was a true merchant. A real merchant who would sell even a colleague he met on the road as a piece of trash.
This dog is also a person. The qualities of a target person can be seen in every corner of his speech and behavior.
The quality of a slave trader is Shivalum.
“Mmm!! That!!”
Stella opened her eyes wide when she saw me, more precisely the Nukelaby’s scythe I was carrying.
“You!! Did you catch Nukelaby!!”
“Yeah? Ah yes.”
“Surprised!! Except for me, the tribal warriors had to come in droves to catch them, did you catch them!! Good night! Qualifications are enough!!”
What are you entitled to? As I was riding, she pointed at me.
“You!! Become my son-in-law!!”
“What?!”
I’m not surprised. I kept freezing.
It was Lalilura who screamed. Why are you mad
“Come on, come on, wait a minute? Please wait a moment! Son-in-law?! You’re going to marry a senior to your daughter, what do you mean?!”
“… Yes, Stella. What kind of wind is blowing this time?”
The chief asked, clutching his forehead, as if he was having trouble. To that, the female warrior, Stella, answered.
“Chief! You said! We also have to accept the culture of the stranger and develop! I’m still against that! But strong men are an exception! A man who will not stain Erin’s blood!!”
“… So?”
“I caught the Nukelaby, and subdued the Dross dog! That skill!! There is nothing lacking in my son-in-law!!”
“Daughter!! The Age!! How are you!!”
“I am 17 this year!! It’s been 7 years since the coming-of-age ceremony! Although he is still immature, he will become the next great warrior who will succeed me!!”
When Larry Lura jumped up and asked, Stella proudly puffed out her breasts to see if her daughter was an idiot.
No, but looking at her daughter, I hope that the man she’s seeing for the first time today won’t disrespect her daughter.
“Sorry! Seniors don’t see anyone under the age of 19 as a woman!!”
Larry Lura drew her X with her arm. No, she looks like a woman. She just doesn’t touch it.
Then Stella understood and put her hand on her waist.
“Then it is me! You!! Be my man!!”
“Senior run away!! Ulster is the den of mad perverts!!”
“Wait a minute, Ralilura! Don’t set the average of Ulster based on that person! Only this town is like this!”
“No! Don’t take Stella as the average of our town! That person is an outlier!”
The chief objected to Dana, pointing to her dresser.
“And Stella! I told her to put on her clothes when the stranger came! Go ahead and put on my clothes!”
“Hmm! Sorry! I forgot to seed!”
─Stride. Stella shouted in a strange expression and walked to her closet.
The buttocks that look like white marbles (tandtanhada) caught my eye. Fuck this please I closed my eyes.
“Therefore!! It’s time for answers! Stranger Nord!”
The muscled MILF warrior, dressed in a missy dress like a patriarch, looked at me and shouted. Every word this person said is the lion’s roar.
“… I will decline. I already have three wives.”
“Three, four, five!! There and there! Are me or my daughter lacking!”
What is five, you crazy bitch. Will you and your daughter get married together?
Are you thinking of turning me into a madman who is filial to my mother-in-law? Telling me to tell my wife’s younger brother to actually say that I’m your father.
“… Marriage is not because I am not lacking, I want to be with someone who fills my heart.”
“Is it! I get it! Have a good love!!”
Get this off Stella seemed to have given up coolly and sat down next to the chieftain.
Are you really fucking done with this? I think I’m going crazy.
“… I’m sorry, everyone. Stella used to be outspoken and short-tempered, but recently, that tendency has become particularly strong…”
The chief wiped her face as if tired.
I fully understand that feeling. I shut her mouth and looked at Dana.
Dana licked her lips and replied.
“… In my hometown, my dad is a bit like him.”
“I want to eat Cheongsimhwan at the wedding ceremony.”
Don’t ever fucking stop. If my sister’s father-in-law did that, I think I’d really go crazy.
‘… But I don’t know if there will ever be a day when we go to meet each other.’
It’s me, Dana, and Dogingaegin who suddenly got married after no news for a long time and ended up hitting my parents with an after-action report.
Since Dana is also a runaway from her hometown, she doesn’t seem to have any desire to visit her parents.
Still, I’m already afraid of the future that I don’t know.
When you find Tirsi, ask for a bowl of Ox Hwang Cheong Sim Potion.
