Chapter 423 – Foggy Northern City (8)
As a result of returning to the carriage and rattling around for another half day, we decided to get off just halfway to the northern city.
“Yes? Are you getting off here?”
“Yes. Oh, I’ll take the barrel of blood with me. Please enter carefully.”
I plan on putting the barrels of troll blood in the stone slabs as I go. There were several water bottles, so it seemed like they could fit all of them if I did my best.
Why did you purposely get off in the middle?
It was because it was faster to get off and walk to Dana’s hometown than to stop by and go to the northern manor. There is no particular reason to stop by the city.
After getting off and walking until nightfall, we camped once, and soon another day passed.
And at dawn the next day, we arrived at Dana’s hometown in the morning sun, guided by animals that do not hibernate.
“Are you here?”
“… Yes. Nothing has changed in this town.”
Dana looked at the landscape of her hometown as if she had forgotten the awkwardness. Me and Fran followed it without saying a word.
Since it was a colony in Ulster, I imagined a little leadern tribe’s hut this time, but in reality it looked like a slightly run-down rural village.
Still, all the styles I could see were quite different from Britannia’s.
Where people live, there is always a sense of life.
Whether it’s a huge city or a small town, if you touch the climate and feel the sense of life, it’s easy to get a sense of what kind of place it is, unless you’re a person who doesn’t care. Especially in a place as small as this, it comes naturally.
A rural village is a cozy and nostalgic space for people with contacts, but not so for outsiders.
In a place with their own rules, letting outsiders in was only when they needed it.
“Are you a wanderer? Our village does not accept foreigners. If you need food, I’ll give it to you, but if you’re looking for a place to rest, head to the Britannian’s town to the southwest.”
However, in that sense, the village of the ‘Pict Inn’, a branch of Ulster, was a very bright and sound-looking village.
As the dawn and evening went down, the warriors receiving the rising morning sun rejected outsiders at a level that was neither particularly ferocious nor insensitive.
It was a far sound response compared to the nervous response of those who buried secrets they wanted to hide or greedily exploited visitors. Even while the sky was blue, their upright backs and innocent eyes were very impressive.
It is a pride that can only be seen in people who are not afraid of change and are not ashamed of themselves.
To put it simply, it means that the first impression was good.
Because it is my wife’s hometown, it must have been covered with bean pods.
“Excuse me. We are the chief priest’s guests, have you not heard? There are no invitations other than letters.”
“Chief Priest’s? Were you called because of the Dipello guy?”
“… Dipello?”
“No? … Well, that’s it to enter. You seem to have excellent skills, too, but keep in mind that we won’t fall for you if you trust only your strength and cause an accident.”
The cool guards were chic even when they entered. It didn’t quite answer my question, though.
“… It’s a familiar face. Although it is vague.”
Dana glanced past them, who she didn’t recognize at all. I also whispered out of curiosity.
“I don’t recognize you at all. You can tell just by looking at the color of your skin or hair.”
“They probably have little experience of going out to town. There may be none at all. Then you won’t be able to distinguish where you’re different from the villagers, and won’t you even try?”
“Indeed… I heard that they are collateral, but they are much more Ulster-like than the Ulster people I heard about.”
“Puhh. Is it Ulster? Is that a compliment?”
“It’s not a curse. At least.”
Because they are so indifferent to others and are engrossed in sharpening their own strength, did they remain a part of the country at the time, saying “Fuck it” Even during the renaissance of the golden age of ancient civilization?
It felt similar to the Ulster warrior whom I had seen in the carriage on the way to Sargadis before, whose name is now vague.
To my 21st-century eyes, their clever mindset made them look younger than the idiots who looked down on them as savages.
“My house is this way. It’s the priest’s house, so the location probably hasn’t changed.”
As I walked after Dana, I felt like I had lost my nerves.
Unlike the people who stood guard outside, the villagers thought there would be a lot of naked people unique to Ulster. But for some reason, the villagers were all dressed up.
It was different from the Ulster people I saw in Gorgalia the other day, and they were dressed like villagers.
Dana seemed to find the gay situation strange as well, frowning at her, but soon eased her expression, as if she liked that her darling and the people of her hometown didn’t look savage.
The villagers were also staring at us curiously, so we walked a little faster.
The place they arrived at was a very ordinary cabin, which did not look like a house of a powerful man.
The ceiling of the house was covered with straw, and livestock and puppies were raised inside the fence.
What is this naive rural documentary feel?
“Woof woof!! (Person!!)”
When I stopped at the entrance, a short-footed dog greeted me wagging its tail. Wow, mongrel dogs are all coming to meet you.
He wouldn’t even recognize Dana if he saw that he was a puppy, but he was a country mongrel dog with maximum affinity.
‘This friendly rural parent’s house exudes a sense of warmth. Admirable.’
Now, I am confused whether this is Gangwon-do or Britannia.
Maybe the fact that Dana’s hometown doesn’t interact with the outside world isn’t the result of greedy Simbo, like those local small business people who refuse to move in to Costco or a large mart? I hope not.
“Yonseok. You’re here for a second. My older sister is nervous, don’t disturb her.”
I lured the dog with beef jerky, which was our food, and let it be quiet.
“Woof woof! Bruise! (People! I love it!)”
“Um, sorry. You were my sister It is female.”
When I pick it up, he pants without resistance and hits his forearm with his tail.
What is borderline Is it a rural area with no openings?
Maybe I’m knocked out by a troll’s club.
“Puhh. Dogs seem to get along well.”
Dana smiled at that, and she took a deep breath.
Dana exclaimed loudly, taking a deep breath as I had taught her, then spitting it out, clearing her clogged lungs.
“Excuse me! Do you have a priest!!”
“… My wife is on a business trip. Who do you want to come from?”
A blunt answer came back to the roaring question.
The one who opened the cabin was a well-groomed middle-aged man. His body, not even drinking, was strong, as if it were farming.
His hair is bright red, and his skin is spotless white like Dana’s. He has red hair and good looks, so he is a bit like Dracula who has returned to farming.
I found common ground in two people who didn’t look much alike.
Dana’s eyes resembled her father’s.
[… Dana?]
Those were Ulster’s words. Looking at us, he opened her mouth to tear as if he had spotted Dana.
Just like the guards from before, the wise and indifferent eyes, reminiscent of a reclusive sage, quickly turn into astonishment.
─Broken! The pot fell from his hand.
[Dana!! That’s my daughter Dana!!]
With his tears welling up, he ran out without shoes on.
[My daughter!!! Oh my gosh, how long has this been!!! Where have you been and what have you been doing for over 20 years!!]
[… I know how to do it. And it’s not 20 years, it’s 19 years.]
[What father wouldn’t even recognize her daughter’s face!!! Let’s hug each other!!! Oops, how did she get half of her face!!!]
─Wow!
“Ugh!”
It was surprising how hard he hugged Dana when he was caught. The father-in-law patted Dana on the back, not minding her face being ruined.
[You bastard! What the hell have you been doing with no contact until you grow up like this! Do you know how worried me and your mom were?!]
[… Sorry.]
Dana bowed her head instead of recounting her circumstances.
It was also Dana’s fault, in a sense, that she didn’t find it strange that she didn’t reply to her letters at all.
But even without that, she welcomed Dana back without scolding her after running away from home for over 20 years. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she has nothing to say even if she had a hundred mouths.
[It’s okay, Inseok! I hope you come back safely…]
The grown-up father-in-law, who had been looking at Dana, who had covered herself up like that, with her teary eyes, then opened her eyes wide as if she finally realized that her franc was with her.
“Keuheung, whimper… What about you? Are you my daughter’s friend?”
“No, he, rather than a friend…”
I was supposed to speak confidently, but I was a bit slow because I wasn’t an opponent that I could be proud of.
It was a really hard atmosphere to talk about. But if you don’t say it right here, Macho’s name will cry.
I tightened my stomach and straightened my back.
“Nice to see you. This is Nord, Dana’s husband.”
“… … Husband?”
The father-in-law’s eyes became a dot.
I wasn’t even surprised. In that person’s memory, Dana will be the little girl she was when she was 10 years old.
She would have thought that she would grow old, and that she might have gotten married—but since her chin was pushed in front of her real face, understanding couldn’t keep up. I understand. It would have been me too.
“… Husband? The husband of a wife and husband?”
“Ah, yes. That’s her husband. You’re right.”
“… Who is the kid next to you?”
It strikes and enters with eyes like a ghost.
Is our father-in-law a shaman?
Or just looking at me as a Hong Kong grandma makes it obvious.
“Uh… My name is Francesca, so this is my wife too.”
“… … Do you have another wife?”
“Eh, um… For now, there are two more.”
Maybe about 10 seconds?
It took time for the father-in-law, who had mixed emotions at the reunion with her daughter, to remove all emotions from her face.
─Such.
He pushed Dana aside and stood in front of me. It is a face full of wisdom energy.
“… Hey, don’t you have something to say to me?”
“Ah, yes.”
Like an office worker on a business trip, I bowed my head 90 degrees.
“Father!!! Give me your daughter!!!”
“Haha. Father. Indeed.”
The father-in-law smiled kindly and choked me.
Wow!! Cheonma Rear Naked Choke!!
“Ouch!!! Kek kek!!!”
“Father… ? Marriage… ? Father… ? Marriage… ?”
The grown-up craftsman muttered as if checking her rhyme, grabbed my hair by the end of her lightning bolt and put a knee kick into my knee.
“Father——?!!!!!!! Marriage——?!!!!!!!”
“Gyaahiah !!!”
Like an absurd self-defense fighter, I gave him a 90-degree cut, but my father-in-law also felt sick from the beating, as if he had Ulster blood. I should have left Beast Return on.
Were you called by a name like the Ulster Blood Sea when you were young? I would believe it even if I said it was a kickboxing black belt.
“You bastard!!! I worried about my daughter who ran away when I was 10 years old for over 20 years, but before I share her heart, I’m afraid I won’t be able to come in. After seeing everything, come to ask for permission?!!!!!!”
The father-in-law snorted while walking on his forearms like a chef at a Chinese restaurant who had been turning the wok for over 20 years.
Why are all fathers with daughters so fast? Will you let me know when my daughter gets better? Did you look around before knowing this?
Dana jumped out in front of me in surprise.
“Oh really!!! It’s not 20 years, it’s 19 years!!! And what are you doing to my husband!!!”
“What? My husband?! We——?!!!! Husband——?!!!! Aaaaagh!!!”
The red-haired father-in-law burst into a lion’s roar like a heavenly horse on the verge of becoming a talma in the state of initiation. It’s like a fucking boss cutscene.
Frank supported me, who suddenly took a fall after being overbearing, and the sight of him sparked even more sparks in his eyes.
“Get out of the way, my dear!! A guy who lays hands on a kid like you deserves a hit!!!”
“I-I’m twenty-four years old!!”
“Yeah, this guy!!! You can’t lie to an adult!! Hurry up and get out of the way!! I need to discipline that rotten bastard of mine!!!”
─Kidduk! The fist of an adult artisan made a sound effect that puts horror movies to shame.
Now that I look at it, it was not a muscle I developed while farming, but a compression muscle in real life. It seems that there is a warning mark for injury when handling in the manual.
“… Hey, Dad?”
“Why are you calling me, my daughter!! Dad is busy right now!!”
“No, I know when I see you busy.”
Dana, who had gone behind her father-in-law before she knew it, coiled around his waist like a snake and threw him backwards.
“──Are you asking what you’re doing to someone else’s husband, you idiot!!!”
“Khehehehehe?!”
─Thump!!
The father-in-law turned upside down 180 degrees and hit his head on the floor. It was a neat German Suplex that made me admire.
I also saw the Ulster-style fireworks effect well.
