Episode 42
Episode 22 Visiting the Witch of the Golden Pagoda ⑵ Yuma swallowed dry saliva.
‘It seems that the night is stronger than any kind of magic bombardment… It’s disgusting, really.’
Zecca passed out, pinned to one side of the wall at the Worg headquarters.
Marlon whistled from the side and clapped once.
‘As expected, he’s our boss,’ was the expression.
“Where did you get this from?”
“I picked it up in the imperial capital, but I think it just died?”
No matter how hard it was, with such power, the whole neck had to be pulled out or at least the neck bones and vertebrae had to be broken to make it normal.
“Didn’t you bring me here knowing that you wouldn’t die like this?”
“I think Hugo-sama’s nights are more likely than my fists.”
Yuma approached Zecca and sensed his pulse. I felt a faint pulse.
He could also see that the blood was flowing rapidly from his forehead and nose.
Zecca was put on a stretcher and taken to the infirmary.
“…Anyway, tiredness depends on you, so did you know that the demons are possessed?”
“It’s a demon. Something similar hangs.”
Hearing that answer, Yuma felt good about bringing Zecca to Hugo.
“Do you mean something similar to a demon but not a demon?”
“Did you come to entrust the request?”
Hugo asked, looking down at Yuma.
If he entrusted Zecca’s work as a request, he had to hand over the corresponding price.
“It’s not a request, it’s a request.”
Yuma didn’t want to pay much.
“You must have answered like a con man.”
“There is no idiot in the world who would cheat against Mr. Hugo. Especially since I’m smart. Didn’t Hugo-sama also anticipate that finding a bride would take some time?”
The corners of Hugo’s mouth went up slightly. As if reacting to a remark like a blank check thrown by a young blood relative, Gasorona had a cute face.
Yuma wondered if this would be how it would feel if a demon god or demon lord laughed.
“What is inside Zeka’s body I cannot take out. To be precise, if I do it, the risk of the host dying is high.”
Yuma nodded, remembering what Hugo had just done.
It seemed that even my car’s regenerative power wouldn’t be able to withstand it if I hit a few more nights. Of course, that doesn’t mean knocking it out.
“So what? And if it’s not a demon, what the hell is it?”
“Go find the Witch of the Golden Tower.”
Even Yuma knew what the ‘Witch of the Golden Tower’ was.
A legendary witch who is said to live in a golden tower in Innz Bikan, a land of ancient ruins.
However, it was only an illusion created by the people who liked stories and rumors.
Because the people always needed a mysterious existence and the beautiful and ghost stories that accompany it.
When Inzbikan was first discovered, numerous countries, including the Empire, sent expeditions to the ruins there.
The investigation team concluded that Inzvikan was just an abandoned piece of land where only ancient architectural styles remained. There were no artifacts or relic equipment worth salvaging.
However, the peculiarity was that a relatively large number of wisp and other spirits inhabited it.
However, it was a natural phenomenon since it was an area that had not been visited by people for a long time.
However, Yuma knew that Hugo was not one to talk nonsense.
“Was that a real person? I just thought it was an illusion that appeared in stories and proverbs told to comfort children.”
“Go check it out for yourself. It will probably respond to my car.”
Yuma understood that the Witch of the Golden Pagoda would only show up to those who piqued her interest.
“Maybe for you too.”
Hugo said while looking at the Ascalon hanging from Yuma’s waist.
“Thank you, Hugo.”
“I will attach Marlon. leave tomorrow.”
“Oh, do you even provide such a service?”
Yuma knew that bringing Marlon, the successor whom Hugo had directly pointed out, must have some meaning.
When Hugo goes to rest, Yuma and Marlon visit Cahel.
“You grew up a lot. I heard that you became Duran’s disciple.”
“I stopped by on Kim. Sir Cahel looks young. When drinking with Master, the story of Lord Cahel often comes up.”
“What did Duran say?”
“They say he’s an old man with a dirty personality.”
Cahel was wearing a white shirt over a straw hat. He was not an imperial Archmage, but rather a rough-and-tumble country villager.
Yuma looked carefully at Kahel’s face. Somehow, I felt that my impression was much better than before.
The party climbed up the hill where the magic stone field was visible and unleashed the hoepo.
“I received the blood of the ogre I sent a while ago. What is the letter about possessing demons?”
“I have a problem to find out.
Nothing great.”
“hmm. Wide-area protection magic research is progressing well. Where are you going to use it?”
“It’s a demon subjugation. I am going to start a new business.”
And also in the dragon war.
Yuma didn’t talk behind his back and smiled at Kahel.
Cahel didn’t ask for anything else and said to herself, “I’m crazy.”
Cahel pointed with her finger at the workers who were spraying blood on the magic stone field.
“I’m rolling them especially hard. The thieves who attacked me ”
“What about the Miryaks?”
“Be sincere. I am thinking of making a small village here soon.”
It was an unexpected answer. For most mages, Miryak was nothing more than a test subject.
“…Maybe it’s because I’m getting older, but I feel sorry for myself. I am also the one who used hundreds of miryaks as test subjects. I’m not trying to make a village out of sin. It’s just that they are like family now.”
The reason why Cahel insisted on telling such a story was to ask Yuma for permission, although he had a reason to open up.
“As you wish, Sir Cahel. Sir Cahel feels like a grandfather to me too. However, please be careful when Miryaks go out. We must send the Worgs with us.”
It was also for the sake of secrecy, but it was because the safety of the Miryaks could not be guaranteed even in Matan without the presence of the Black Wolves.
Kahel knew everything Yuma was thinking.
“i get it. I don’t really want to go out anyway. This is heaven for them.”
On the way back, Yuma told Marlon to visit Cahel often.
After a terrible year as the adopted son of the Povian family, Cahel has only recently found peace in her life.
He had been exhausted before, and now he had a sentimental side to the point where he considered Mirjak like a family member, so he needed someone to pour his affection on.
Research alone was not enough.
Yuma knew very well how a lonely old man gets through each day.
“So you should visit more often. If you have something to drink with Mr. Hugo, call Sir Cahel.”
“okay.”
Zecca was awake when Yuma and Marlon returned.
A black bruise the size of a fist appeared on Zecca’s forehead. Originally, it was a blood bruise that should have disappeared if it was demonic regenerative power.
The wound Hugo left behind had a special aura that even he could ignore. Yuma felt Hugo’s terrifying feeling again and stuck out his tongue.
“How are you?”
Yuma asked.
“I feel like my head has become incredibly clear. Even more than when I drank the alcohol you gave me. It feels like the intense desire for life is being revived.”
Zecca rubbed her forehead and replied.
In fact, his face was much clearer than before.
“We are going to Innz Bikan.”
“Inz Bikan?”
“To meet the Witch of the Golden Tower.”
“You’re talking crazy again. The Witch of the Golden Tower is just a story.”
“Hugo said so.”
“I made a mistake. It’s a very true story. I’ll go see the old lady, not the witch of the golden tower.”
“Isn’t Hugo a bit scary?”
“It’s not that scary. Just by standing facing each other, it feels like my hair stands on end and all the sins I’ve committed so far come to mind. It might have been really stingy.”
It was a story that even Yuma could relate to. Yuma had never seen a more terrifying human than Hugo in his life.
How the hell did Kagor kill Hugo? Yuma wondered.
If it wasn’t for Kagor’s betrayal, the damage to humans in the Dragon Horse War would have been greatly reduced.
‘Someday, I’ll have to kill or bake and boil Kagor too. It seems that killing is better.’
Marlon had a solemn expression beside him, as if the boss’s dignity was his own.
“It’s okay if you get tired.
Marlon just blew…
“Shut up!”
Marlon shouted and covered Yuma’s mouth.
Unlike the Empire, where you had to calculate something in your head every day and deal with your life, you could feel the recognition and affection in the Black Wolves.
Sometimes, this isn’t too bad, thought Yuma.
Marlon led Yuma and Zecca out of the infirmary.
It was to pack dry food and drink before departing for Inzbican.
“hey.”
The group had just picked up dried food from the warehouse and were on their way to their lodgings.
“For some reason, you smell like Rollmandi…
It was Kagor. He was rudely pointing the spear at Zecca.
As soon as Yuma heard the name ‘Rol Mandy’, he felt goosebumps for some reason.
It was because he remembered that he had told him before, ‘Rolmandy told the kids’.
‘Did that bastard grow up beaten by people when he was young? It’s kind of scary. It seemed that the Rollmandy family had feelings for them.’
Zecca pointed a finger at herself and opened her eyes wide.
It was equally surprising. No one in the Black Wolves knew that Zecca was Heize’s bastard.
“You bastard, Rollmandy, is the dregs, right?
He looks exactly like Heize.”
It was a perfect joke. Zecca’s expression crumpled as the unpleasant names popped up one after another.
As Yuma looked up, Marlon just shrugged his shoulders.
Yuma thought Heize and Zecca didn’t look that much alike. Nevertheless, Kagor was convinced that Zecca was Rolmandy’s bloodline.
“I’m not Rolmandy, am I? what are you Why are you Sibi?”
It was absurd.
People with an inferiority complex and tenacity sometimes reached a point where words could not describe it.
It was with that kind of ability that Kagor recognized Jeka’s bloodline.
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