Episode 84 Love Sickness (2)
The Night Hound Returns.
By the time Bikir returned to Balak’s village, the Red Death had already spread throughout the flood.
Balak built a house on the water and built a dam to trap the water, so the damage was small, but the conditions of other neighboring tribes were truly miserable.
Hearing the news of Bikir’s return, Ahhun was the first to run out.
As soon as he saw Bikir, he ran to him with a tear-stained face and immediately hugged him.
“You’re back!”
Ahhun had visibly emaciated over the past few days.
It was because Ahyul, her one and only sister, had hardly eaten or slept since she had died of red death, and had only cared for her.
Ahhun held Bikir’s hand, tears dripping down his cheeks.
“Thank you for coming back. You’re a loyal guy. Even if you couldn’t find a cure, it’s fine. Just because you came back like this…”
They seemed to be misunderstanding because Vikir came empty-handed.
But Bikir definitely brought it.
A miracle that can heal all of the friends of the flood.
“Follow me.”
“……?”
Bikir dragged the bewildered Ahhun straight to his barracks.
In Ahhun’s barracks right next to the entrance of the village, Ahhyul lies moaning.
Because he was the first to suffer from the red death, his condition was the worst.
Her face was now half-skinned, but it was clean with no filth or stench to be found, probably because Ahhun did a good job of taking care of her.
Needless to say, Bikir immediately took out the glass bottle containing the ‘Saint’s Tears’.
…Faah!
The saintess’ tears that came out of her pocket exerted strong divine power even though the bottle had not yet been opened.
Surprisingly, the red death escapes from Aheul’s body just by basking in the light emitted from the tears of the saintess.
The red spots were disappearing.
The sickness that had made a human suffer so much disappeared so easily that it was futile.
“……! ……! ……!”
Seeing the miraculous scene, Ah-hun opened his eyes wide enough to tear.
Seeing him frozen in place, unable to even scream, I could guess how he was feeling.
Ahhun stroked Ahhyul’s face with a trembling hand.
Ahyul, who was only moaning and sweating with a distorted face, was asleep with a comfortable expression I hadn’t seen in a while.
Only the sound of even breathing was spitting out colors.
“……Bikir!”
Ahhun exclaimed breathlessly. And several more times in a row.
“Bikir! Bikir! Bikir!”
It was a cautious but reverent tone filled with infinite trust and affection and joy, as if a religious priest praying with the name of God in his mouth.
And it was the same with Ahun’s close colleagues.
Friends who had to watch the pain and sadness of a friend who was close enough to risk their lives.
They, too, have no choice but to shout his name vigorously in front of the miracle of Bikir, who explodes and blows away their nervousness, bitterness, helplessness, and frustration in one shot.
“Bikir! Bikir! Bikir! Bikir!”
The stilts of Balak’s warriors stomped their feet and cheered, and the floating house almost collapsed.
But Bikir remained calm in this heated atmosphere.
I’ve just cured one patient. There was still a long way to go.
Bikir asked Ahhun and other Balak warriors.
“How many patients are there?”
“About 30 people, including Ahyul.”
At that, Vikir nodded.
It was still a relatively small number, so it was possible to suppress it early.
But don’t be discouraged.
Vikir had planned not only to destroy the entire plan of the poisonous master Leviathan, but also to absorb all the ripple effects of it.
“What about the other tribes?”
When Bikir asked, Ahhun replied with a dark expression.
“It’s hopeless. Some tribes have been nearly destroyed. Other tribes that didn’t build water houses. But those who listened to your advice and installed water houses suffered relatively little damage.”
“What exactly is the number of patients?”
“I don’t know, but there are a lot of them, like the herds of buffaloes in those hilly fields.”
It means that it exceeds 10,000 units.
Bikir made a decision.
“Gather all the patients from other tribes together.”
“Hmm? Other tribes too? But are there so many cures?”
“There are many, so don’t worry. Let’s use this opportunity to show respect to other tribes.”
Upon hearing Bikir’s words, Ahhun and the other young warriors’ faces brightened.
Why wouldn’t they care about the other tribes?
Although they are strangers in a faraway place, they are the same people who live with the same flood damage, and it is not uncommon for them to be connected by friendship or blood.
It was a community with a history of overcoming crisis with one heart and one mind, although they often had disputes over marriage or hunting issues.
Upon hearing Bikir’s words, Balak’s warriors rushed out of town to spread the good news.
Meanwhile.
“…”
Bikir’s eyes were shining as he watched the saintess’s tears.
‘I’ll be able to put a lot of pressure on the Baskervilles this time.’
Bikir was planning to take this opportunity to seize the entire barbarian forces of the enemy and Black Mountain.
Baskerville, an iron-blooded swordsman whose main mission is to pioneer and subdue the enemy and the Black Mountain.
Baskerville’s best rivals are not the other six families of the Empire.
It is the natives of the Red and Black Mountains.
Numerous native forces, including the warrior tribe Balak and the shaman tribe Rococo, were the most formidable enemies of the Baskervilles.
They pierced the sword-like blades of the forest with their bare skin and stomped barefoot on the forest floor, which seemed to be dotted with nails and tacks.
They shot arrows and hit willow leaves from thousands of feet away, and cut large beasts in half with axes and knives.
The beings for whom such things are commonplace are the natives of the flooded waters.
If it was possible to pay off a huge debt to them and win them over to one side, Vikir could stand alone against the entire Baskerville family.
Furthermore, if the native forces stop the plague early and grow more prosperous, it will naturally become a card that can put pressure on the Baskervilles and the Empire.
‘In order to do that, we need to continue to maintain friendly relations with them.’
Bikir is now known as Balak’s hero.
And now, through this opportunity, he will emerge as the hero of the entire jungle tribe.
It was a situation where the evil deeds of Leviathan, a famous poisoner, were working as a favor to Vikir.
“There is no time. We must hurry so that the death toll does not increase.”
Bikir healed all of Balak’s patients with the light emitted from the saint’s tears.
All that was left was to clean up the water source.
The tears of this saint had to be sprinkled on the water source of the river, which flows from the highest point in the jungle’s lifeline and spreads to all lowlands.
Bikir moved quickly.
Having lived in the floodwaters for two years, he already knew which place led to the water source.
And along Bikir came all the tribes of the water sea.
Balak’s hostile tribes, such as the Rococo tribe, which is notorious for cannibalism, the Berserker tribe Renaissance, where all members of the Rococo tribe can fight an empire’s company even if all members hold an axe are also bowed their heads.
When Chief Aquila led all these tribes to the source of the river.
“Everyone can drink this water.”
Bikir sprinkled the saint’s tears into the river.
Before long, a bright light emanates from the entire river.
A beautiful sight, as if the Milky Way in the night sky were flowing down to the ground.
Aborigines who were mesmerized by this mysterious light naturally scooped up the river with both hands and drank it.
And a miracle happened.
The ‘Red Death’ began to perish.
“Oh-oh-oh-oh!”
A roar erupted as if the entire jungle were about to leave.
Balak’s chief, Aquila, exclaimed as if thrilled.
“I’m going to appoint you, Bikir, as our tribe’s shaman!”
The night fox praises the night hound.
In addition, all the tribes gathered here call out to Bikir with their own language and gestures.
The way to express them was different, but what they wanted to express was the same.
The meaning of love, respect and gratitude was being conveyed to the extent of being heartbreaking.
Among the plague sufferers, whether they had family members, friends, or patients themselves, they knelt down in front of Bikir and paid their utmost respect.
That means everyone in the jungle is grateful to Bikir.
In the meantime, the grumpy old men who had been looking at Bikir with a bad eye in Balak also bowed their heads toward Bikir.
It was a sincere thanks for saving his son or daughter, son-in-law, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren.
Meanwhile.
“……?”
Bikir was looking for someone while treating numerous patients.
I was told that I had the red death, but I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t see it.
Bikir looked around for a long time, but there was no face he was looking for among the cloud of patients.
Right then.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-tak –
Loud footsteps are heard.
I could tell just by the sound of the screaming. that the person I was looking for had come.
Let’s turn our heads.
Puck –
Something rushes in at great speed and crashes into the body.
Iyen. She rushed forward and hugged Bikir’s body.
Wood deok!
Muscles tighten and bones scream.
I had to raise the mana because I thought I might break my back the moment I got out of the way.
Eventually, Bikir grabbed the cheek of Iyen, who was buried in his chest.
“I heard you got the red death?”
However, Iyen’s face, staring at Bikir, was fine.
There is no red aura on the body, and there is no sweat. His complexion was also fine.
The only thing that bothered me was the light redness all over my face.
Just in case, Bikir tried sprinkling a bit of river water with holy water on her face, but the flush did not subside.
Then, Ayen also looked down at her body with a puzzled expression.
“……What is it?”
She scratched her head with an embarrassed expression.
Then, looking up at Bikir’s face, he continued.
“I think you’re all better?”
