My Demons - Chapter 144



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My Villains Episode 144

38. Golden Sludge (1)

“wow.”

This is Heewon. A tall beauty wearing a loose hoodie and black leggings.

“Are you wearing a skirt?”

Heewon’s gaze towards Soha is filled with surprise and laughter.

“It’s so refreshing. “I always do that kind of thing.”

A quick step. A hand adjusting the skirt. dead pan. Red lips that attract attention open.

“What are you doing? “There’s no one to see well.”

“Then what about today?”

“Seungsu oppa is here.”

The club room became noisy. Young people laugh easily.

I found it a little difficult.

“haha.”

The laughter it made was funny. I’m afraid that my awkwardness will be revealed. A person named Kim Seung-su could not blend in well with this atmosphere.

As always, Heewon was the first to notice the footsteps circling the corner.

“Do you want to go see the stage?”

“Is there anything to see? “You said construction hasn’t started?”

“Isn’t this your first time in an amphitheater?”

“… … Amphitheater? “Isn’t it a small theater?”

“huh. “I’m doing this play with Yeonyoung.” Yeon Yeonggwara.

“Didn’t you see the actors? Half of them are Yeonyoung and the kids. “Jung So-ha, I heard she’s also taking a few acting majors.”

Join the club play and learn.

“… … “Isn’t that like bringing professional players to early soccer?”

A loud laugh and a pat on the shoulder. It is a cross section of memories.

“It’s not that neat! When it comes to entertainment, I’m only in my first or second year, what kind of program is this? And our kids are doing pretty well, too.” The chat continued. Heewon and I walked slowly, just like we did a few years ago.

Small theater, student center, 108 stairs, Central Island West Building, windy hill… … . Nostalgic cross-sections are piled up thickly throughout the campus.

By the time our footsteps passed the gym, the subway, and reached the studio apartment. I felt like I was suffocating from the memories.

Finally, I let out what I had been holding back.

“Do you want to meet again?”

“no.”

Even while she was busy putting on her clothes, her reaction was quite immediate.

“This is just fine for us.”

While I was choosing my words, a loud bell rang. Heewon answered the phone with a stern expression on her face and smiled brightly.

“who is this?”

“you do not have to know.”

After leaving a familiar answer, she left the studio.

A purple scent lingered at the tip of my nose. I quietly closed my eyes, and soon the world broke apart.

Facing the setting sun, Atalanta quietly looked around the clan.

Dozens of tents were spread out across the mountainside and plains. It is a light-hearted village with a fenced-off wagon.

“It’s windy! “Western coast-”

The sounds of children singing could be heard from somewhere between the tents. It was heavenly music that made us forget the poverty and hardships of wandering life.

“Raise the sails, go! To our hometown 99

Atalanta wanted to be among the children. She wanted to laugh, sing, and dance with them.

“Golden sun! “Blow on it-”

She was very good at dancing and singing.

It was the result of training. Although the training was painful enough that she would have hated the accomplishment if she had been a normal child, Atalanta still enjoyed dancing and loved singing.

“Overcome the rough waves!”

“To our hometown… …

A small murmur was scattered in the wind. Atalanta quietly stroked his arm.

‘It’s almost fall.’

She hurried her steps.

“miss.”

“Rubio.”

As the middle-aged warrior bowed his head briefly, Atalanta asked with a smile.

“What about the elders?”

“We are gathered in Asun. As he was leaving, Atalanta glanced sideways behind him.

Two men wearing thick armor were greeting her with expressionless faces. Called ‘Hares Kiss’, they were the sacred guards that protected Asun and the clan’s elite warriors.

Atalanta’s gaze as she glanced at them was extremely cold.

‘Soulless puppets.’

She whispered softly to Rubio.

“Let’s talk later. First, gather the warriors with Agos.”

“… … “You mean warriors?”

“Come on. “I will convince Asun.”

“All right.”

After passing the middle-aged man, Atalanta arrived at a huge and luxurious tent.

The word ‘Asun’ refers to a meeting of clan heads and elders and the place where the meeting takes place.

This huge tent in front of Atalanta was Asun.

“Whoa.”

Atalanta let out a short sigh and knelt in front of the tent.

“Atilia, the daughter of ‘Al-Qadari’, asks to join Asun.”

There was no response from the tent to her words. For a moment, a faint voice was heard.

“Come in.”

Hareskis, standing guard at the entrance, rolled up a cloth dyed light green.

Atalanta entered Asun with kneeling steps. Her hares kissed her, and outpaced her with her slow pace. Inside the tent, eight figures were sitting in a circle. They were the leaders of ‘Al Qadari’, the largest clan of the ‘Nouveau’ sect.

“It’s an honor to be in Asun.”

The eight leaders did not respond to Atalanta’s bow. Instead, he listened to the report of Hares Keys, who had greeted Atalanta at the mountain hut.

As Hareskis’ report ended, the grizzled middle-aged man sitting in the center opened his mouth.

“Atilia.”

“Yes, clan chief.”

“Why didn’t you kill him?”

“… … “There was no chance.”

Before he could finish speaking, an elder intervened.

“lie.”

An old man with countless wrinkles etched into his face twitched his nose.

“lie. Jiamo, Atilia is lying.”

“I guess so.”

When clan leader Jiamo nodded at the old man’s words, Atalanta quickly shook her head.

“It’s not a lie. He is a powerful warrior who wields the power of blood,”

“So you didn’t give him poison? “A poison that can kill twenty warriors!”

“As you know, it is difficult to deal with such deadly poison. A warrior with such keen senses would have definitely noticed.”

The other elders burst into laughter at Atalanta’s excuse.

“under. “I heard that he and her touched the navel. Did I hear wrong?”

“Answer me, Atilia.”

“… … you’re right.”

“Is there anyone easier to deal with than a man in the middle of an affair?”

As the hook-nosed old woman sarcastically quipped, Atalanta pursed her lips and then lowered her head.

“sorry. However, to kill him, you had to risk your life. “I can’t risk my life for that much gold-”

“Did you say gold and silver?!”

The clan chief suddenly roared.

“Atilia! The money you threw away was saved by the blood and sweat of your clan members. This is money earned by selling your sword, body, and pride! “But it’s gold and silver!”

Atalanta internally ground her teeth at the solemn shout of clan leader Jiamo. Because the person in her clan who shed the most blood and sweat was none other than her.

Atalanta swallowed her sorrow and opened her mouth.

“I am also one of the clan members who shed blood and sweat.” “You foolish thing, are you just like an ordinary clan member? “You are a daughter of salvation and a warrior who will lead our people in the future!” As Atalanta finished speaking to her, the elders spoke one word at a time.

“How can you be entrusted with such a big task if you have no sense of responsibility?”

“It’s unfortunate. “I can’t believe that such an innocent person is the daughter of salvation.”

“So we have to control it well. Atilia is so stupid.”

“It’s because I’ve only focused on martial arts and catching since I was young. Tsk, I can’t teach that again.”

This period of ‘affectionate reprimand’, which she had heard endlessly over the past 23 years, was quite familiar to her.

Atalanta quietly lowered her head.

At moments like these, she would sing to herself. By the time she sang three or four songs, she could raise her head.

But unlike usual, Atalanta repeated a prophecy instead of singing.

– Become stronger. Kill six. She becomes the daughter of salvation. Then, I get freedom.

As she repeated the prophecy, she thought of Phoenix.

– Become stronger. Kill six. She becomes the daughter of salvation. Then, I get freedom.

Rough and soft touches, hot and fascinating breath, and firm and warm arms.

I remembered.

– Become stronger. Kill six. She becomes the daughter of salvation. Then, I get freedom.

When the elders’ reprimand became closer to a personal attack, Atalanta smiled quietly.

“I managed to find this way.” Scribe Veldin responded to my small self-talk, breathing heavily.

“I told you *sigh*. The soldiers are *gasp* natives of Longville, *gasp* quiet.”

“… … “I don’t want to hear it, so just shut up and walk.”

“Sure, *sigh*.”

“Hey, shut up.”

“Yes,” he said, leaving Veldin silent and looking back at the group.

A group of eight or five people was walking along a path in the twilight forest. Starting with Utequai at the very end, Amias’ gang and Siren’s group were holding their breath.

Suddenly, blue-haired Moses made eye contact with me and trembled. As I grinned at her, her trembling doubled.

“what’s the matter?”

“huh? “No, nothing.”

Ellen, who was riding a horse, glanced back and asked calmly.

“Were you watching Simos?”

“… … uh? Well, that’s true.”

“Hmm.”

The guy nodded quietly, holding on to the saddle. I, who had been acting as Ellen’s horse chaperone, thoughtlessly stroked the horse’s head and straightened the reins.

“Let’s try a little harder. “I’ll be there soon.”

When the spotted cat purred softly, I took out a carrot from the saddle and fed it to him.

Ellen, who was quietly watching what I was doing, suddenly opened her mouth.

“Do you remember what I said last time?”

“… … Um, which one?”

“What I said the first night I arrived in Longville. “When I first met Amias’ kids.”

“It was almost two weeks ago, wasn’t it?”

“It was 20 days ago. “Because today is the end of August.”

“Has it already happened like that?”

I shrugged, scratching under the temporary helmet I had bought.

“What did you say then?”

“I told you to be careful because you might get sick.”

Illness?

“… … Oh, is that it? “When you got jealous and made a fuss?”

Ellen frowned slightly.

“I wasn’t jealous, and I didn’t make a fuss.”

“Aren’t you talking about when you roll your eyes when you see Mira and me talking?”

“… … “I didn’t turn a blind eye.”

“You turned the tavern upside down with magic. “You’ve rolled your eyes, right?”

Ellen quietly pouted her lips at my humorous words.

“You said you don’t remember.”

“I remember because you said it. But why?”

“… … just. “Remember what I said.”

A quick laugh emerges.

“Um, don’t get involved with ‘nonsense’?”

“okay.”

“Aren’t your standards a bit harsh? “If it’s Mira or Simos, they’re not that bad.”

Ellen laughed at my words.

“Don’t talk nonsense. “That’s not an ugly face?”

“If you look at it carefully, it’s not that bad, is it?”

“… … I should have just left it alone when the eye burned. “It’s useless anyway.”

I found this sarcastic, sarcastic guy so cute that I burst into laughter.

“Isn’t it too harsh to say it’s useless?”

“I don’t have eyes for aesthetics, but they are useless, right?”

“Hey, what does aesthetic sense mean?”

Ellen frowned as if she didn’t know that either.

“… … Are you asking because you don’t know? “It’s an eye for finding beautiful things.”

“okay. So, it’s not that I don’t have aesthetic sense, it’s just that I really like it.”

“what?”

“Because I have such a good sense of aesthetics, I can find beauty in everyone.”

Ellen said, ‘What is this body?’ When she did she was looking down at me with a line. I shrugged my shoulders and continued.

“It seems like you don’t know because you live in another world, but the world needs people like me.”

“… … why?”

“Imagine that all people in the world have no sense of aesthetics. “What will happen?”

“What happens?”

“Even beautiful people will disappear. “Because no one can recognize beautiful things.”

When Ellen gave me a confused look, I grinned and got to the point.

“Well, I guess you’ll be fine. “Regardless of your aesthetic sense, you are beautiful to everyone.”

“… … “Well, what is that?”

“But a vaguely handsome and pretty person just becomes nothing? “How sad is that?”

Ellen, who sensed the implications of my words, blushed and lowered her head.

“So, use your mind a little more broadly. “People who look like you get jealous and people criticize you.”

“Really, you just say weird things… …

By the time Ellen quieted down, the group had reached the end of the trail. Beyond the tangled bushes, the bottom of the ridge came into view.

“… … Hey, Veldin. how did this happen

hey?”

“Me too, I don’t know, sir.”

The young scribe took a moment to catch his breath and held his forehead.

“It wasn’t like this until we came out.”

I looked down the mountain in silence. Dark brown stains tightly surrounded Longville.

Archer Kol, who was up on a tree, spoke in a small but clear voice.

“This is Anupad.”

“I know that. “How many will there be?”

Cole was silent for about 3 or 4 minutes before giving an answer.

“It will definitely exceed five hundred.”

I barely managed to swallow a curse.