Chapter 281 – Horseman of Death (7)
‘Anyway, that was then.’
I looked at Stella’s tattoo without rolling my eyes out of disrespect.
The dark green tattoo was similar in color to any black dye I knew. Maybe it was a mixture of dyes.
──Kiln oak charcoal powder.
‘So, is that another version of anger control disorder?’
Perhaps the paint on that tattoo had driven Stella out of her mind. A daughter and mother as a pair.
I sighed and opened my mouth to clear up the situation.
“Chief, Lady Stella. I have something to tell you.”
“Yeah. Please feel free to speak.”
“Actually. The paint you are using is——”
… But what if that’s my original personality?
During the explanation, such a thought crossed my mind, but I pretended not to know. Stella’s personality and dye were different issues.
“… Are you saying it’s poisonous?”
The chief looked at Stella in disbelief.
It seems that the chief himself did not use black paint. That pattern is a tattoo, so I won’t change it every time. If I drew a pattern like the woman who cut me with a knife earlier, I would repaint it every day.
“The craftsman who taught the village how to make charcoal powder didn’t lie to me…”
“Maybe he didn’t even know. Have there been any changes you can imagine since you started using charcoal powder to draw the patterns?”
“… I thought it was the beating of young children.”
The chief also looks young enough, but from what he says, he seems to be quite old.
I decided not to care. Maybe I did a lot of anti-aging. Have you hired the village men to grind snail cream?
“To the villagers… I tell you. As soon as you interact with the outside world, it’s a series of misfortunes. In my next chieftain’s corps, communication will be cut off again.”
The chief looked miserable, but even with his eyes down, there was no mark on his expression, so it was difficult to recognize. It seems that the human eye has a fucking big influence on the impression.
“It’s not something we, as outsiders, would say, but I hope you will do your best.”
I comforted the depressed chief.
He was frustrated because he harmed the villagers with his own judgment. It’s not just one or two people led by the chief.
If my family had to eat strange things because of me, I would definitely be like that.
My wives gave birth to one son and daughter, so I, my wives, and my sons and daughters formed a large family of 11 people, but all of them ate naked Chinese kimchi and Paris red pepper powder every day because of my misunderstanding or mistake?
Just thinking about it makes me go crazy. In fact, I still have a hard time imagining the faces of my children.
If possible, I wish I didn’t look like him.
“By the way, Ms. Stella, are you okay?”
“What?”
The answer sucks. I tapped my wrist.
“It’s a tattoo. Didn’t you carve the charcoal powder I mentioned into your skin? Is there any way to remove the tattoo?”
“You are familiar with Erinn’s culture. But nothing wrong! Mana tattoo, use mana to erase!! Hmmm!!”
─Puuong! Stella blasted her mana from her crouched position, bursting her clothes.
The sheer Missy dress fluttered and spilled like a burst balloon. I don’t think I would be surprised if this guy suddenly picked up a cockroach while talking to me.
She manipulated her own tattoos into her snakes, congealed them with her dye, and tossed them into the fireplace burning a green fire.
“Incineration!!”
“Don’t sound like incineration!!”
The chief got angry after removing the dye with a body tackle.
“Isn’t that a dangerous dye!! What would you do if poison gas filled my house!!”
“Poison gas? Britannia is difficult.”
[Poison gas!!]
[Poison gas! Dangerous!]
Could it be that there was a disease in the hair before the dye? There is room for us to think that it is fun to watch, but if you suffer from it on a regular basis, you will have a fever.
Still, it’s good that the chief seems to have regained his energy.
A person who is at his own pace could energize him just by being there. As long as the mentality of the person being swung can withstand it.
“We can treat you if you want.”
“Cure? Will I die if I leave this? Or is it not better?”
“If you don’t come into contact with the dye, it will heal.”
Magical Papacaru is also a drug after all. A drug that does not mess with the body, but only affects the mind and mana. It’s better if it’s crumpled.
In particular, if he did not come into contact with the dye at all, he would recover quickly.
“It’s okay if it gets better. Drugs make people weak.”
“It’s not a medicine, it’s a magic treatment.”
“Treatment also weakens people. The battlefield must be strong.”
I don’t know what it is, but I passed on it because I didn’t feel like forcing myself to say something I didn’t like. It was only allowed during an epidemic to treat someone you didn’t like.
“… Whoa. Anyway, this is the end of the story.”
The chieftain sighed. Stella’s intrusion caused a mess, but it was true that the conversation was over.
I heard the location of Nukelaby’s spawning ground—a water creature, so it would be a rough expression—and I should have heard about the beast return magic I was curious about.
‘Besides, I’ve got a place to sleep today.’
Although it was a lack of nakedness, I was afraid of going to the bathroom at night and running into a naked old man with a tattoo. Shiibal. Barbarian Land is fucking scary.
“It is late tonight. If possible, why don’t we talk about it tomorrow too?”
We quietly followed the chief’s words.
Actually, I had a lot to say with Hi Romain, but I fell asleep as if I fainted because the wounds were sore from being constantly excited. I sprayed sleeping gas just in case, but there was no resistance. He’s really asleep
‘If the liver doesn’t come out of the stomach, it must mean they don’t suspect us.’
As expected, since he is a professor who doesn’t take care of graduate students, is he a kind-hearted person who doesn’t know the world?
“Kuuuuu…”
Hi Lo Main fell asleep and fell asleep as if she would not wake up even if a knife was stabbed in her throat. As a professor slayer, my mouth felt bitter at the feeling of encountering such a huge contradiction.
Do good professors exist?
If he exists, is he good? Or should he be seen as evil because in the end he will become evil?
What is better, to be born good, or to overcome an evil nature with great effort?
This was a proposition that would haunt me for some time.
***
The village of Ulster, which was poetically named “The shore of the river,” Was very large, but there were few houses in comparison.
Except for the vegetable garden where we grow the grass used as dye, it didn’t seem like we were farming separately. You use the land luxuriously.
Still, we had a good home.
Of course I didn’t sleep. And Veronica too.
【… My dear Aren’t you asleep?]
【It’s as refreshing as if you ate a bowl of rice soup with caffeine.】
─Such.
We quietly slipped out of the tent and went outside.
It was obvious that they would be warned if they rushed in as a group, so only the minimum number of people, me and Veronica, came out.
Where are you going?
My mouth only hurts when I say it. Our destination was a wagon.
There were no stables in the village, so they pitched tents in wagons. The horses were sleeping there.
No, that’s a bit misleading. 1 was awake.
As if he knew we would come to see him.
【As expected, you are here. I thought so.]
The unicorn with a broken horn spoke with the rune of ᚨ (Ansuz).
I am also a one-way telepath that I used on Veronica in a dream long ago.
‘No, judging by the voice, is it a year?’
The unicorn was a woman. She said her name was Alice.
She might have a different name, but she wouldn’t have been able to tell Hi Ro Main her name. Because of the curse, it was obvious that even if I used the runes, the language wouldn’t work.
【I will use the rune of ᚴ(Kaunan). Do not resist.]
【… If that’s comfortable for you to talk to, that’s fine.]
Alice seemed surprised when I said this, but she quickly regained her cool and answered.
Veronica pulled out the runes and connected our minds.
Now, only the three of us could have a quiet conversation. If you higgled with a horse in the middle of the night, you would be beaten by the superstitious Ulsters.
【My dear. A distant bloodline, a friend from the past. Today, I came to hear about your true identity and past.]
【Good for you. I also had a lot of questions.]
To Veronica’s words, Alice replied as if she had been waiting.
Judging by the size of the horse mode, she must be much older than Veronica.
【By the way, what is my true identity? If you look at my appearance and can use our language, you won’t be able to imagine my true identity.]
However, my mother said, among women over the age of 20, being young is the best. Compared to Veronica, Alice was more relaxed in her attitude.
Ugh. The smell of old virgin hysteria can be felt in the tone of voice.
【You know it’s a species. Unicorn. Aren’t they descendants of Sleipnir?]
【You know what. A unicorn whose pride and honor fell to the ground. A pathetic self-proclaimed god who can’t even claim the words of Yu Hee-sinnim and Shinma-nim. Do I need to introduce myself more? My name could have been Alice.]
She said in a cynical tone.
Veronica and I quietly made eye contact. If she wasn’t mad at us, Alice seemed to be quite ashamed of her situation.
【I think if you take a little bit of irritation out of your tone, the conversation will work. My compatriot Alice. What do you think?】
【I hope this doesn’t sound like a threat, but I have a lot of regret and prejudice against your species because the unicorn I’ve never seen in my life shot black magic at me.】
We said And I touched the bracelet while muttering.
Alice saw in 5D that it turned into a spear and turned the murderous Nukelaby into horsemeat mixed with human flesh. She immediately straightened her posture.
【Sorry. It sounded like you were teasing me.]
【Are unicorns and bicorns on bad terms? What do I have to gain by arguing with you, who has Bicon as my wife?]
【Are you really connected with a god? No, more than that, how did that Bicon-sama die in the form of a god?]
【… Ask questions one by one. I hope there are no complaints.]
【Like. Ask first.】
I’m already feeling a sense of disappointment.
I didn’t want this unicorn to cure the curse. Just because they had a broken horn unicorn in common, they thought they would be able to hear the story of that son of a warlock.
‘I did, but seeing him talk would be a joke.’
You wouldn’t even know who the ‘great one’ the warlock bastard was talking about when he saw Veronica’s horns twinkling so brightly.
Still, I said it with the feeling that I had to lose money.
【You don’t seem to know how to return to your original form. The unicorn I saw was human with a broken horn. A broken horned unicorn that uses black magic, don’t you know who it is?]
【… If I can’t answer the question, can I ask a question too?]
【If you keep looking at the liver and cheating, I’ll put it off and ask your soul. Even if you become imported horse meat, you can say that you must have been cursed by a Nukelaby from Hi Romain.]
【Go, I haven’t seen it! I just don’t know!]
When I fired at her fiercely, Alice screamed.
Veronica pulled my collar. Because of my preconceived notions, I became more calm thanks to my doubts.
If I interrogated Alice, who hadn’t done anything evil yet, I would be the same as the bastards I was swearing at.
【… I’m sorry. I just passed the thing. It’s fine as far as I know, so I’d appreciate it if you could answer the question.]
【That that… You know that a unicorn that uses black magic is a combination of words that honestly don’t have much credibility, right? Our bodies can’t stand it if we use things like darkness and negative mana.]
【That bastard used black magic to power the souls of the people she killed. Don’t you even know the name? So, that…】
【Abidus. He said it was Abidus-Nubi.]
Veronica provided support.
Let’s take a quick glance at our attendant who smiles. You probably know that I tend to forget names. This is a bit embarrassing.
【──Abidus?】
However, Alice’s reaction changed dramatically. She opened her eyes wide and spoke in bewilderment.
【He, is he alive? No, more than that, that son of a bitch even harmed a human?]
【Do you know each other?】
Even if it’s not a big fish, is it about a 30cm class bass? To my words revealing my expectations, Alice answered with a frown. She spoke slowly, as if reflecting on the past.
【So that must be, about 143 years ago… 】
【Excluding the introduction, skipping the opening, getting rid of all the rubbish and footnotes, then tell me the main story. That way, my answer will be more sincere.]
【That son of a bitch was a unicorn from the same holy land as me.】
Fortunately, Alice was a unicorn that could be summarized in three lines. She said.
【He was a rare madman even among radicals. She said that if all races except unicorns, bicorns, and gods were wiped off the face of the earth, she would be able to retain her original form.]
That’s the shit I’ve heard so many times.
‘… It has something in line with Henir’s goal.’
After all, do crazy people have a way of communicating their thoughts?
It seemed like he knew why he was close with Yerna, and it seemed like he didn’t know.
The decisive difference between the two bitches is the difference between whether the final goal is the destruction of mankind or the destruction of the heterogeneous race.
In order to carry out Abidus’ goal, the Elf Yerna year had to be followed as well. The curse of unicorns and bicorns applies even in front of elves and dwarves.
If possible, they would kill each other first.
【I saw that bastard’s horns were broken too? I thought it was just a side effect of black magic, but now I see you are too. Do you have anything in common?]
【… Isn’t it my turn to ask a question?]
【If you answer all the questions, I’ll remove your curse to some extent. I don’t know what your master will think when he sees you in your original form, but–]
【Ask anything!!!】
It’s like this from the beginning. It was Alice who responded almost like a fanatic. I feel like a pseudo-religious leader.
Horse Head Liberation Church. It is a religion that receives absolute support only from certain groups. I asked with a smile.
【Tell me why your horns broke.】
