My Demons - Chapter 149



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My Villains Episode 149

38. Golden Slush (6)

The woman in question was sitting on a chair. She was tied tightly to the rope and her wary eyes looked around her.

“… … lyarec. A bunch of piglets? “This girl?” Ute Kwai, sitting on the bed, looked at her woman and frowned at her. Then she shook her head as if it was nonsense.

“It’s hard to believe.”

I smiled bitterly and shrugged my shoulders.

“Whether you believe it or not, what can you do with that fact?”

“An animal becomes a human, where does such a thing happen?”

“It’s here. And, strictly speaking, it was not the beast that became a man, but the man that turned into an animal. “Now I’ve regained my form.” The woman tied to her chair had a youthful face, as if she were twenty years old.

Unfamiliar yet familiar, unfamiliar yet familiar, a mysterious impression… … .

What feels unfamiliar is the sense of phoenix. This was because she was an unfamiliar race in the Kingdom of Milanol.

The rest is Seungsu Kim’s impressions.

Her delicate facial features, including large eyes without double eyelids, were very familiar as they were reminiscent of women from Northeast Asia. On the one hand, she felt unfamiliar because of her unusual appearance.

… … hmm. What kind of bullshit is this? Even though we are all Korean, the feeling of seeing a co-worker at work is completely different from the feeling of seeing an idol on the screen, right? When you meet someone in person, you’ll think, ‘Wow, are we the same Korean?’ I want to. That was exactly the case now.

Lastly, a face I had seen in the game came to mind, adding to the sense of familiarity.

Due to the complex mixture of these various impressions, the woman’s impression on me was extremely mysterious.

After catching a glimpse of the woman, I explained the circumstances of my encounter with her.

“When I first saw it, it was a wild boar walking on two legs, but slowly its fur began to fall out and it transformed into a human.”

” transform?”

“uh. “I think there was some kind of magic involved.”

“It’s not magic.”

Ellen, who was crossing her arms, retorted firmly.

“If it was magic, there’s no way I wouldn’t have felt it. “If it was a spell, the druid Xanavas would have noticed.”

“What if it’s not witchcraft or magic?”

“It must have been Yeonggeummun’s magic.” “… … Yeonggeummun?”

When I made a stupid expression at the unexpected remark, he frowned as if he was pitiful.

“Yes, Yeonggeummun. Luke, don’t you remember that crazy old man?”

“Of course I remember.”

Pain caused by life, obsession with life, fear of death… … . The group that argued that one must practice in order to be liberated from these things was the Yeonggeummun.

Luke, who called himself the spiritual seeker, was, in a word, a psycho. A psycho who says that becoming undead is the way to salvation.

I heard during my travels that not everyone in Yeonggeummundo is crazy like Luke. In normal cases, one would quietly wander and live a monastic life.

But that’s none of my business, and in my perception, Yeonggeummun was a group of psychos.

“… … Um, the curse of mutation was Yeonggeummun’s?” “They force themselves into asceticism in all sorts of ways. They believe that they can overcome the pain of life by using witchcraft, torturing themselves, and aging themselves. “It’s completely crazy.”

“however?”

“Transforming into livestock such as pigs or cows is one of those penances. So, I heard that among Yeonggeummun’s hexes, there is a curse that transforms the opponent into a beast.”

The curse of mutation.

This is a spell that powerful nameds sometimes have as part of their skillset, and it was a skill that player necromancers did not have. Well, the player necromancer’s style was to rot, melt, poison and kill the opponent based on massive morale. There is no way to use a naive spell like Curse of Mutation.

Ute Kwai, who had been quietly scratching his chin, suddenly expressed a question.

“The little pig, I picked it up in Savon. Two months have already passed. “It’s strange that the main gate has finally been unlocked.”

“… … “If the spellcaster is really powerful, the spell can last not just two months, but even decades.”

Ellen looked sharply at the woman tied to the chair.

“Besides, that woman’s magical power is insignificant. “It’s natural that you couldn’t shake off the curse, as your spell resistance probably isn’t that great.”

Understanding the meaning between the lines, I narrowed my eyebrows.

“… … “So what if you had strong magical power?”

“I guess I got rid of the curse. “If you have minimal resistance, you can shake off even the strongest curse in a month.”

“… … under.”

I burst out laughing and touched my forehead.

‘Magic power’ is a stat related to the total amount, recovery, and efficiency of skill resources such as blood or mana. Additionally, if your magic power exceeds 10, you gain 1% ‘spell resistance’ for each point.

So, I with 20 magic power get 10% spell resistance, and Ellen with 34 magic power gets 24% spell resistance.

But if you look at the fourth character sheet that came to mind about two weeks ago… … .

Name: Unknown Level: 23

Class: Swordsman

Stats: Remaining Bonus – 0

Strength — 15 (20) Dexterity — 38 (92) Health — 14 (18) Magic Power — 10 (10) Skills:

Wet (襲) 5pt, Silver (隱) 5pt,

Poison (poison) 2pt, escape (脫) Ipt

Small = 3pt, Dang (違) LPT, Yeon (燕) LPT

Cham（朝）3pt, Kwae（快）lpt

… … okay. The horsepower is exactly 10.

Of course, spell resistance would be 0.

I am astounded and my nose is stuffy at this exquisite fate. On the other hand, the speculation that the bundle, or rather the woman sitting there, is the owner of the fourth seat becomes even stronger.

I suddenly looked at the woman.

The woman, wearing thin cloth and bound by thick rope, maintained a calm demeanor the entire time.

… … Ha, it’s hitting me hard again.

A bundle turns into a person.

No, the bundle was a person!

“Whoa.”

As I let out a sigh, the woman’s mood changed completely. The way she stiffened her shoulders and toes and rolled her eyes showed that she was somewhat restless.

I opened my mouth with a slight smile to reassure her.

“Anyway, it looks like I accidentally took a potion of dispelling during that mess the night before yesterday. “Thanks to you, the curse was lifted.”

“… … hmm. “It’s a strange thing.”

Ute Kwai, who was shaking his head, expressed his doubts again.

“But why do we only talk among ourselves? “You just have to ask that girl directly.”

“… … Uh, that’s it.”

Instead of explaining it in words, I decided to show it.

As I approached the woman, I lowered my body and made eye contact with her.

“It’s very uncomfortable, isn’t it? “Is there any numbness anywhere?”

“Ugh.”

The woman made a threatening sound and lowered her eyes. I asked the question again in a gentle tone.

“It’s almost morning, do you want to eat something?”

“… … “I don’t know.”

The woman continued stammering.

“Well, xibu dalu is the mother of a horse…” …

Ellen snorted and laughed at her poor Milanese.

“I can’t even understand what you’re saying, but you found a healing potion and drank it? by chance?”

“Listen a little. “Good luck.”

“Ha, it’s ridiculous.”

At Ellen’s glaring gaze, the woman’s shoulders shrank.

Utequai asked me a question with his arms crossed.

“It’s a strange thing that a piglet became a human, but now I understand. So what’s the problem?”

“… … “Well, I grew the bundle in my room.”

“right. however?”

“Ellen and I had a lot of secret conversations.”

“A secret story! Umm-”

When Utekwai smiled with interest, I frowned.

“What are you laughing at? “It’s not like that.”

“Something like that! Umm-”

“This crazy guy.”

Utekwai chuckled for a moment and then nodded.

“I understand now. I wonder if that little girl overheard a secret when she was a piglet.

“It’s being decided.”

“Yeah, that’s it. As you can see, I don’t seem to be able to speak Milano… …

When I trailed off, Ute Kwai finished for me.

“We witches don’t believe that?”

“that’s right.”

“But that girl, I saved your life. “It is wrong to be treated like that.”

Ellen joined our conversation. The guy was still glaring at the woman.

“That’s why I’m holding on to it.”

“What if you didn’t hold back?”

“They would have thrown him in a dungeon or handed him over to the church.”

“Putting someone in jail when they haven’t done anything wrong is wrong.”

Ellen refuted Utequai’s words with a firm tone.

“She is a stranger from beyond the sea. “He followed our group like a pig.”

“I didn’t catch up, I picked it up.

place… …

Ellen continued speaking, ignoring my words.

“I don’t know what it is, but I’m even learning martial arts. A woman like that might have heard dozens of fatal secrets between Poi and me. “Is it still wrong to throw her in jail?”

Utekwai nodded without hesitation.

“Yes. He only saved Poynix’s life and did nothing wrong. There is no reason to punish. “There is no reason to tie it down.”

“Didn’t you hear what I said? Did you learn Eastern martial arts? This is a woman with such dangerous abilities that she can climb over a wooden fence with her bare body. “She hasn’t done anything wrong yet, so let’s just let her go. What on earth does she believe and say such things?”

“If dangerous abilities become a sin, then you, me, and Phoenix are all sinners.”

“It’s different from that, you idiot. Poi is a knight, and I… …

Ellen’s words became blurred. Did she remember her own situation, being framed and being chased?

“I understand your caution.”

“But this is wrong. If you blame someone who has done nothing wrong, you end up committing a sin that did not exist. The evil wheel will be set in motion.”

When Ellen kept her mouth shut, Ute Kwai stood up. There seemed to be no problem with his movements, perhaps thanks to staying in a hospital bed for two full days.

“… … “Where are you going?”

“Going to the boonies. “I heard you were hurt a lot.” ” ah.” Amias’ gang, who was thinking about dying, came to mind. If you’re a utekwai, you’ll be able to calm them down well.

“Make the right choice, Phoenix.”

“what?”

Instead of answering, Utequai rummaged through his backpack. When I saw him taking out the mead, I got grumpy and started making sarcasm.

“You’re going to say all sorts of things and then go and have a drink? Are you leaving the choice to us?”

“Wrong. “It’s all about giving you time.”

“hour?”

“You are the one who tied up the girl. “We need time to reverse that choice.”

After drinking alcohol, Ute Kwai prepared various food items.

“If you don’t choose after that time, I will.”

” what?”

“The right choice.”

I frowned at the nuance in his words.

“under. “At least knock me out?”

“There is nothing I can’t do. my friend goes the wrong way

“If you go, you will have to force it.”

As I quietly looked up into Utequai’s eyes, I burst into laughter.

“what the. “Have you tried it?”

“Expect.”

The guy smiled and left the room.

After a moment of silence, I approached Ellen. Just as I was about to say something, the guy hit me.

“trunnion.”

“uh?”

“hug me.”

“Yes? suddenly?”

“Don’t talk nonsense, quickly.”

At Ellen’s cute complaint, I sat down on the chair and spread my arms.

“ruler.”

He seemed annoyed by my mischievous smile, but he came up to me without saying a word and hugged my chest.

Because I was sitting and Ellen was standing, the lime scent was stronger than usual. Each time he patted her small back, his soft breath brushed against her collar bone.

“… … “Do I look ugly?”

“What do you mean, it’s ugly all of a sudden?”

“Just this and that.”

“at all. “If it looks ugly because it looks like you, I’ll give it to you too.”

“… … You’re saying something strange again… …

The guy muttered that and buried his head deeper. I stroked my golden hair and whispered softly.

“I understand you’re worried.”

“You still have nightmares sometimes these days, right?”

“……uh?”

“That time, what happened in the crypt.”

“crypt?”

“A crypt under a sewer. “I had a hard time because of Luke.”

“Ah, uhm… …

Ellen was wearing a shirt. The sound of her heartbeat is clear through the thin, soft fabric.

“Don’t worry too much. “That won’t happen.”

“… … huh.”

I quietly patted Ellen on the back.

Phoenix took Ellen to Master Casswright’s laboratory and then returned to the room.

The exotic-looking woman was still tied to the chair. The expression on his face was as calm as before, but every time the magnificent knight looked down, he showed signs of restlessness.

widely.

Poynix put down the tray with food on the table and approached her.

“Is this your first time seeing your face properly?”

Poynix pulled up a chair and sat down next to the woman and smiled.

“I’m probably hungry. Should we eat first?”

Although her words were kind, the woman’s body was stiff. Because the man with whom she had been swimming in the lake of her happiness for the past two months was giving off a completely unfamiliar vibe.

“Open your mouth.”

Her chin trembled a little, but the woman tried to open her mouth with a calm expression.

Looking at the small, plump lips, Poynix lifted the bowl of stew with a smile.

“Do you understand this?”

Before the woman could react, a wooden spoon covered her mouth.

The man moved his hands quietly and diligently. She broke the bread, gave her watered-down beer, wiped her mouth, and cut her some ham.

Meticulous, yet mechanical handwork. The cold, formal smile reminiscent of a cold-blooded animal was a bonus.

The woman pursed her lips and swallowed both the food and the sadness. It’s because she misses her playful yet gentle touch.

“I ate it all.”

After completing a series of tasks, Poynix wiped his hands and cleared the table. Her woman’s shaking eyes followed her man’s steps.

“I was a little busy yesterday. To meet Dionea and her vassals. Ah, Dionea is the Baroness’s name.” The man sat facing the woman, undoing her black scale-studded belt.

“Steward, training leader, emblem, deacon and wizard… … . “I wonder why there are so many gods in such a small estate.”

Phoenics, who had wrapped his sword belt in its scabbard, leaned against the backrest and crossed his legs.

“I’ll probably be called again a little later. “We decided to have a meeting around lunch.”

A long knife was placed at an angle on my thigh.

Phoenix asked.

“What is your name?”

“… … Oh, be strict.”

“Stop talking bullshit. “How can someone have no name?”

“Be strict. My name is Wuming. “The name means ‘Eomta’.”

“Wooming? Hmm.”

Poynix nodded quietly and smiled slightly.

“That’s a bad name. Should we just call it a bunch for a while?”

“Ugh,”

“why? no?”

“no. great.”

“It’s a pig’s name? “Is it still okay?”

The woman quickly nodded.

Phoenix looked at her quietly and then opened his mouth.

“You heard us talking earlier, right?”

“… … I do not know. Xibu dalu say,”

“If you can understand this much, you must have read the mood.”

“Uh, horse, mother’s womb… …

As the woman hesitated like that, Phoenix, who was only smiling, let out a cold sound.

“Can’t I just say it quietly? Do you want to pull out some saws and talk?”

His eyes were twice as cold as his voice.

The woman who was called Mungchi kept her mouth shut due to the change that she could not adapt to. It felt like she was going to collapse at any moment, but she held on in the end.

The woman, who was sacrificed to God as an infant by her poor parents, possessed mental power that the criminal could not have imagined. It was the result of environment and training added to her natural talent.

The woman regained her composure after taking three or four deep breaths. Her resolve was strengthened so that she would not be broken by threats or torture.

Phoenix sighed deeply.

It was because I saw the emotionless, sparkling eyes and had a premonition that things would not work out easily.

He quietly tapped the scabbard. He was debating whether to take out the short sword or Hrunting. Meanwhile, a thought crossed his mind.

Poynix pulled a chair and approached the woman.

“It’s a bunch.”

A friendly voice. Although it was sudden, it sounded very familiar to the woman.

“It’s a bunch-”

My lips turned pure white. This is because her upper teeth are pressing against her lower lip.

Poynix narrowed her brows and playfully tapped the tip of her nose.

“You’re not going to answer?”

Blinking, the woman’s eyelids moved busily. This was because her eyesight was blurred by the sudden surge of moisture.

“huh? ‘You’re not answering’?”

“••••••do.”

“what?”

“I will answer.”

The man chuckled at the woman’s awkward answer.

“You speak well. Keep doing this. Because I don’t want to bother you for no reason. huh?”

“yes yes. Keep doing this… …

The woman couldn’t speak and closed her mouth. Poynix made a strange expression as she closed her eyes tightly, as if trying to hold back her crying.

“… … Hey, why are you like this? are you okay?”

The woman fiddled in silence for a long time.

Then I barely opened my mouth,

“Jungseong, Jeongseonghae, I, I,”

He stuttered until he got there and was in tears.

Phoenix, who was quietly watching the scene, sighed and pulled out his dagger.

“… … Ha, I’m going to turn around.”