Episode 83 Love Sickness (1)
Ayen had a dream.
My first memory in my dream was of being attacked by hot flames and sharp claws.
Cerberus, the Three Headed Dog of Hell.
This dangerous monster emerged from the depths of the oil pit and thrust its hot breath and fangs at uninvited guests who invaded its territory.
Balak’s warriors were chased by her as ‘Madame Eight Legs’, the god of floods, expanded her territory.
They had no choice but to engage in a hunting ground dispute with Cerberus, and eventually succeeded in driving Cerberus, the original owner of the territory, far away.
And in the process, Iyen was mortally wounded and fell out of the group.
I thought she was going to die like this… but her lifeline was quite long.
Imperial slave traders exploring the jungle found Iyen dying and gave her minimal treatment before selling her as a slave.
When he was imprisoned in a cold cage by human butchers without blood or tears. Iyen had a premonition of death or even more terrible destruction.
Now, it is self-evident that he will not be able to come out of this for the rest of his life and will painfully dry up and die.
The freedom that used to run wild in the vast sea of water has disappeared, and the honor of a proud warrior will also fall into the abyss.
What will he be like now?
Will he live a miserable life as a sex toy for the greedy empire of fat? Or will he become a gladiator slave who is destined to fight monsters until his death and fall into the entertainment of the people of the empire? Or will it end up as a mere piece of meat on the table of gourmets who crave human flesh?
Iyan’s body and mind were gradually weakened by festering wounds, a gradually rising body temperature, and not having a sip of water for several days.
When a proud warrior of the jungle fell to the ground with his wings broken and died so slowly.
A miracle happened.
A boy appeared with a white light.
He casually removed the blackout curtain that hung over Iyen’s fate and cast a ray of brilliant light.
Her beautiful appearance, outstanding fighting power, and above all, her courageous and dignified attitude, which she had never seen before in her life, caught her attention.
Has there ever been a warrior among his peers who could exert this much strength?
Among the strong and courageous warriors of Balak, an outstanding man who had not been found was among the imperial people who were considered cunning and dishonest.
Iyen saw clearly through his fading consciousness that the slave traders who treated him like cattle were all either dead or being dragged off with their limbs cut off.
That night when there was a shower of blood.
The boy took Iyan out of the cage and sent her to the hometown of her dreams.
And since then, Iyan has never forgotten the boy’s face.
Ayen steadily crossed the borders of the empire with one single thought to find Bikir.
Invading the Empire was risking one’s life.
She crossed the border in groups, sometimes alone, to find the boy.
Living only in a small village in the jungle, she had no idea that there were so many imperials.
However, since the boy was extraordinary, I thought that if I searched among people like this, I would meet him someday.
One by one, Balak’s other teammates achieved their goals.
A man in Balak kidnapped a woman from the Empire and made him his wife, and a woman from Balak kidnapped a man from the Empire and made him her husband.
Despite the fact that his colleagues succeeded in kidnapping his spouse one by one, Iyen continued to hunt for his spouse.
she was waiting A fate that will come like a miracle someday. inevitability.
Even while all the women of her age found the right men to mate with, Iyen stood firm and alone.
The other men didn’t even notice.
Then one day.
Iyen met him.
boy. That boy from that night.
But in the boy’s arms was another woman.
thousand dollars. Ayen felt a black fire boiling in his chest, said to burn only in the world of oil.
However, because Iyen had a cool personality, he quickly controlled the inner flame.
She decided to disregard the boy’s past history with women.
Rather than dwelling on the past, which has already become impossible to change, the future we will create together is more important.
The problem is that the boy did not suit Iyan’s plan at all.
The boy I hadn’t seen in a long time was getting stronger.
The boy fought brilliantly against several of Balak’s warriors and once again proved himself extraordinary.
The more Iyen felt, the more she wanted a boy. wanted to own only for her.
And that desire grew even stronger the moment he saw the boy not being discouraged by ‘Madame Eight Legs’.
Brave warriors are treated in Balak. The boy deserved it.
So Iyen turned away from running away.
I wanted to save the boy, even if it meant getting caught and dying by that terrifying madam.
……How could I think of confronting that unprecedented monster?
Her legs were shaking and she was sweating, but Iyen overcame her fear nonetheless.
And at the moment of crisis, he threw a noose and succeeded in saving the boy from Madame’s eight demons.
Afterwards, Ayen brought the boy who had been damaged from a fight with Madam to the tribe.
There was quite a bit of resistance.
The twisty old kkondaes didn’t like outsiders from the empire very much.
Moreover, because of rumors that Balak’s nemesis and nemesis, the Baskervilles, might be related, the majority decided to execute the boy.
Iyen was the one who stubbornly refused to do so.
Iyen emphasized that the boy had saved his life and would benefit the tribe if kept alive.
And her foresight was exactly right.
The more the boy recovered, the more he helped the tribe.
He hunted and caught big game, scolded the merchants who always treated the natives, and even cured contagious diseases.
In addition, the days of living together in the village began to flow like a kaleidoscope.
The past hours spent teasing each other by peeing, boiling bears’ genitalia, going hunting together, and bathing in hot springs flow like a dream and form the Milky Way.
Iyan had been wanting a boy with all her heart since some time ago.
It was a feeling that long ago transcended the simple concept of possessiveness.
……just then.
“Honey. Get up now.”
Someone shook Iyen awake.
She lifted her heavy eyelids and looked straight ahead with blurry vision.
The ceiling made of weaving straw caught my eye.
Iyan was now lying on the bed sweating profusely.
Light flushing, gradually rising body temperature, loss of appetite, excessive sweating, and dehydration.
Iyen struggled to turn her head to look at the being next to her.
Balak’s chief, Aquila, was looking down at Ayen with a worried look.
Aquila said while wiping Iyen’s face with a damp cloth.
“You keep looking for Bikir while you sleep.”
“…It’s so painful, Mother. Is this the red death?”
Iyen gasped and said.
Then Aquila looked at her daughter’s whole body with her eyes narrowed.
Iyen lying down without a single thread on her body.
Her body temperature is rising and she is sweating profusely. The whole body is also burning red.
But there was nothing that seemed particularly spotty.
Aquila was troubled.
‘The symptoms are slightly different from those of other children suffering from the red death… Maybe they’re the same, but they’re not.’
While she was thinking about it, Ayen frowned and tore at her breasts with her hands.
“The pain is getting worse. My chest hurts and my body is hot. It feels like my heart is drying up.”
“Be patient. Bikir will be back soon. Isn’t he the man you sent?”
“…I’m fine without that guy. He’s not coming back.”
However, contrary to the words, Ayen’s expression was very distressed.
She said to Aquila as if screaming.
“Mother. This is the first time I’ve ever been so sick. I resent my mother for giving birth to me. I shouldn’t be like this. Why did you give birth to me?”
At Iyen’s weeping words, Aquila hugged her tightly.
Not the dignity of a chief, but the benevolence of a mother wrapped around Iyen.
“Hey.”
Aquila spoke kindly to Iyen.
“A long time ago. Me and your father planted a beautiful little seed in the soil.”
It was the first time Aquila spoke of her father, so Iyen listened intently even in her fading consciousness.
Aquila continued talking.
“My father planted the seed in the soil and my mother watered it every day. Soon the seed sprouted and after a few months it became a healthy and beautiful flower.”
Aquila said, covering her daughter Iyen’s face with her hands.
Ayen also looked up at Aquila with a tearful gaze.
Between the two mothers and daughters, a hot and touching feeling that is difficult to express in words arises.
Eventually, Aquila finished speaking.
“And we picked the flower, crushed it, squeezed the juice out of it, dipped it in cigarettes, smoked it, and had sex without contraception in a hazy and pleasant state. That day you were born.”
“…”
“Oh, your father was executed by your grandfather the very next day for playing a trick with drugs.”
Upon learning the secret of her birth, Ayen put on a slightly disappointed expression.
“…… My body hurts even more, mother.”
“Wait just a little bit. If Vikir comes back with a cure for the plague…” ”
Okay! Don’t torture Hope! He’s not coming back! What slave in the world is off leash and he’ll come back…” ..!?”
That moment. The conversation between Aquila and Iyen was cut off.
Loud shouts came from outside the door.
“Come here!”
“Bikir! Bikir is back!”
“The cure! He brought the cure!”
Aquila, who had a good ear, heard the cries of joy from the tribesmen.
She turned her head with a brightened expression.
“Look at that, daughter, I didn’t tell you…”
But Aquila couldn’t finish the sentence.
bang!
It was because of my daughter, who got up from her seat in an instant and broke down the wall.
As if she had been sick, Iyan climbed down the tree and ran at full speed.
Aquila, who is looking at her, just opens her mouth as if it is absurd.
“…Wasn’t that bitch the red death?”
