My Demons - Chapter 193



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My Villains Episode 193

44. Dream (3)

When the sun appears in the east,

“Bake!”

The ogres, whose eyes were rolled back in anger at losing their shaman, screamed and rushed forward.

Ogres are very dangerous monsters.

As the saying goes, they are large and powerful, and they form groups of as few as three or as many as thirty.

In addition, because they prefer human flesh and enjoy hunting people, they are said to be the main culprits in ruining rural fiefdoms and villages without a proper army.

But that’s the general public’s perception… … .

Name: me

Level: 25

Class: Blood Knight

Stats: Remaining Bonus – 1

Strength – 28 (54) Dexterity – 28 (54)

Health – 27(51) Horsepower – 24(42)

skill :

Blood Blade 7pt, Plunder 5pt,

Blood Shield 3pt, Red Grip LPT Flowing Blood 5pt, Hot Blood 3pt,

legendary lineage lpt

Thirst 4pt, Blood Thirst 2pt, Bloodseeker 2pt

To me, who was a monster far beyond the level of a criminal, the ogre was not that threatening. With a bit of exaggeration, it almost looks like a slightly larger human being.

So I picked up my Hrunting and ran towards them.

“uh! “I-”

“lily!”

The mercenaries who had just joined the party made threatening noises with a look of confusion.

I jumped forward and shook off the shock that followed. And he kicked the ground with all his might, outpacing the dawn spreading westward.

“Bake it!”

The lead ogre came swinging a club that was close to a log. I threw my body diagonally to the right and threw out a Hrunting.

Phew.

About half of the milky blade that pierced the thick belly skin disappeared. Then, I felt something catch on the tip of the knife. I tightened my grip and twisted my waist like I was spinning a baseball bat.

The vertebrae were cut with a heavy thudding sound. The ogre, with more than half of his waist cut off, was rolling around on the ground, spilling out his blood and internal organs.

Grumpy-

Before I knew it, the once pure white blade was filled with oily blood with a sweet smell. As the bloody blade flicked its tongue, Hrun Ting, which was already long for a one-handed sword, became longer by about 20 centimeters.

As another of the compatriots fell after the shaman, the ogres came screaming and brandishing their weapons. Among them, the one holding a crude but huge stone ax pointed at me.

“Koagral—!”

It’s funny how they use greenskin language on the subject of brown skin and red blood.

I thought about that and took a deep breath.

“Huh,”

Is it because of my mood?

I didn’t even use the ‘thirst’ skill, but the world seemed to have slowed down a bit.

“Haaaa—”

I let out half of my breath with slow breathing.

And swung the sword.

I cut off the ribs of a fat ogre wearing bast, cut off both elbows of a guy lifting a stone axe, put the tip of a sword under the club wielded by a guy with a protruding jaw, and cut open his groin. He grabs the young guy’s neck with his left hand, spins 360 degrees like a pole dancer doing a pole dance, and slices the necks, chests, and stomachs of the three attacking guys with the tip of his sword. He then acts as a pole and drains a lot of blood from the young guy whose neck was squeezed and runs away. I sprinkled blood on them.

“Guuuu, guuuu-”

Two of the ogres who saw their compatriots being massacred and tried to quickly throw them out rolled on the floor with blood splinters on their knees, calves, and heels.

“Hmm.” As her magical power became considerably stronger, the power of Blood Bora became somewhat usable, but her range was still poor. Because of this, the three ogres turned away toward the forest, unharmed.

Just when I was wondering if I should chase them.

Sooooo!

With a bloody sound, two frost picks as long as my arms tore through the air. A window of transparent ice and fine ice fragments scattered behind it flashed in the dawn.

One frost awl stuck in the center of the slightly smaller ogre’s back, and the other tore off the neck of the one next to it. It was clearly Ellen’s order.

And the last one who was lucky enough to survive was hit on the shoulder by a crossbow that flew in silently.

“Kkupp!”

The ogre with unusually large tusks ignored the small crossbow clinging to its thick skin and continued running toward the forest. As she was about to enter the forest, she suddenly started foaming at the mouth and fell when she stepped forward.

Crack.

The bundle that was climbing the tree behind just a moment ago appeared from the forest. He approached the ogre, who had collapsed from paralyzing poison, and strangled him with a thick rope.

While the group was finishing the guy off, I went over to all the guys who had fallen from the bloodbath.

“Kkudu, kuuhuh-!”

The ogres, whose legs were mangled, showed their dirty teeth and waved their arms.

A desperate struggle for survival. There was no particular inspiration.

One decapitated him with the strong heel of his suede boot, the next decapitated him, and the last stabbed his heart with a knife.

“Knock, break,”

Through the tightly held Hrunting, I could clearly feel the tough life fading away. I pulled out the knife only after its gurgling changed to the sound of the wind being sucked out and even the sound stopped.

I looked back in the sweltering heat and saw that the sun had risen more than halfway over the ridge far to the east.

I continued to stretch.

“… … “Keueuung.”

And after roughly shaking off the knife, I returned to the campsite with somewhat lighter steps.

Mercenaries who had just joined the party, such as Fritz and Umberta, had ambiguous faces that made it difficult to tell whether they were surprised, tired, or scared.

“……lily.”

Meanwhile, Conwyr, who was protecting the charcoal maker’s family with Cole, looked very calm.

“What are they going to do?”

I scratched my eyebrows and then shrugged my shoulders.

“Let’s eat first.”

“… … Do you want to eat? here?”

“It’s morning. Are not you hungry?”

When I asked with a grin, Conwyer glanced behind me. Then he finally swallowed her dry saliva and nodded his head.

When the dancing spirit summoned by Ellen was about to drive away the ogres’ bloody and body odor, the group sat back down by the fire and started eating.

While the mercenaries roughly filled their stomachs with salted meat, bread, dried fruit, etc., Steedman, who was a stickler, prepared a fairly elaborate meal for the party.

Of course, there were only two menu items, rabbit pie and ‘Dora soup’, but compared to bread soaked in water or hard beef jerky, it was a feast.

The rabbit meat pie was something I bought in a village I passed by not long ago. It was made with finely chopped rabbit meat, onions, ginger, etc., wrapped in flour dough, and baked in an oven.

Steedman warmed the rabbit meat pies near an open fire and spread egg on the surface of the pies. As the egg coating became golden brown, the hardened pie became as appetizing as new.

The ‘Dora soup’, which was made by boiling fennel petioles, cabbage, salted pork, etc. and finishing it with parsley, was also delicious. I wish the broth had been thicker, but I couldn’t waste time trying to simmer the soup. Because the sun has already risen.

Hayla, who was nibbling on a large piece of pie, blinked slowly and looked back at Steedman.

“Pie and soup go well together.”

“Is that so? “It must be a bit rough food for a precious young lady to eat.”

“delicious. The soup tastes sweet. Interesting.”

“Heh, right? “I cut up some cabbage and salted it before I went to bed last night.” “salt?”

“yes. Then, even if you boil it just a little, it becomes crunchy and sweet. “This is the secret to ‘Big Hands Dora.’”

Hayla nodded quietly.

“I want to take Dora to Tauz Den.”

“Yeah? “Just because of this soup?”

“I told you that the pheasant stew and apple fritters I made before were also your mother’s recipes.”

“Oh, I did.”

Steedman chuckled and shook his head.

“I told you before, my mom is extremely greedy. “You won’t be able to seduce her under any conditions, right?”

At his joke, the freckled Mira burst out laughing as if she were dumbfounded.

“Really, what else is there to do other than flirt? “If the Duke’s family calls you, you have to go.”

“It’s because you don’t know my mother. “Her stubbornness is stronger than an iron cord.”

At that time, Ellen, who was sitting next to me, smelled the rabbit meat pie and furrowed her brows.

“O”

“why?”

“The sour smell has gotten worse. “I really can’t eat anymore.”

“okay? I’m fine. “Is it damaged?”

As I sniffed the pie, Steedman, who had been bickering with Mira, slapped his hand and said,

“It hurts. “The vinegar smell has become a little stronger.”

“vinegar?”

“yes. In the central region, vinegar made from red wine is often used. “Sprinkling it on meat brings out the flavor, but some people don’t like it because the smell gets worse as the days go by.”

Steedman took a bite of his share of the pie and tilted his head.

“Is this refreshing enough?”

“It’s refreshing. And the pork in the soup is a bit tough… …

Ellen pursed her lips and complained, then glanced at me and closed her mouth.

He was a picky eater, so he would often complain about his food, but I scolded him appropriately every time he did that, and now he seems to be doing a little better. These days, I feel like my appetite has improved as I have grown taller.

Still, you have to scold what needs to be scolded. Steedman cooked it with care… … .

Just as I was about to scold Ellen, Hayla blinked her eyes a couple of times and then opened her mouth.

“The meat is tough. “Pigs in the central region are like that.”

“that’s right. “It’s the same with pigs, there’s absolutely nothing to eat in the central region.”

Ellen, who was watching me, quickly got up from her seat and sat down near the rock behind her. She then closed her eyes and did her meditation.

Wow, you’re quick to notice… … .

While I was making the accusation, Mira continued.

“Every time I eat, I desperately think of my hometown.”

“Pork is delicious for lead buns. “It smells nutty and fragrant.”

After hearing Hayla’s words, ‘Eson’, a mercenary who was eating at a nearby bonfire, suddenly turned his head.

“Leadburn pigs are very expensive because they are difficult to raise. Have you tried them?”

“huh. I enjoyed it. “Definitely once or twice a month.”

“As expected, a noble lady… … . As a Lidburn native, I think I ate it twice a year.”

When Eson said that while scratching his chubby cheek, Mira asked back with surprised eyes.

“twice a year? “Uncle Eson, you seem to have lived a long life?”

“Oh, it’s not like that. My father helped with odd jobs at the monastery. So he sometimes got sausages to eat.” “monastery?”

“okay. It’s called ‘Saint Montatra Monastery’, it’s located north of Lemeric-”

Breakfast, which started off a bit subdued due to the aftermath of the battle, gradually became noisy.

“It’s a unique talent.”

Utequwai, who was sitting on the tree trunk behind me and finishing his third bowl of Dora soup, muttered that.

“••••••what?”

He swallowed his rabbit pie in one bite and answered.

“I mean Heyla.”

“Heyla?” “right. Becomes friendly with subordinates without losing dignity. “It’s an unusual talent.”

Before we knew it, nearly ten people, centered around Heila, were gathering and chatting.

Not only the good-natured Steedman, Mira, and Eson, but also Simos, a former magician, Umberta, who is very wary, Fritz, who has a vicious personality, and even Cole, who has been bullied by Hayla.

Even the bundle that was attached to me was already squatting down next to Hayla, sipping honey tea.

“… … Do you even have any talents?”

“Everyone likes Hayla except you and Ellen. “Talent or something.”

“Except me and Ellen? “Then what about you?”

When I frowned, Utequoi shrugged his shoulders.

“I like it too.”

“Why you? “You don’t even talk to Heyla.”

“Heyla, Darran kel writes. Very powerful. “Daejeon Temple cannot be approached.”

Um, what was Darran kel……. Ah.

“Evil magic, no, blood magic?”

“right. “I use blood magic, but I control myself well.”

“A person who is good at controlling himself takes an entire territory hostage?”

“It’s better than you losing your temper all of the time.”

“… … “You bastard, you’re breaking her bones.”

When I grumbled, Ute Kwai chuckled and continued.

“I know you’re trying. “Perseverance and fame.” “It must be meditation.” “That’s right, meditation. It’s a good method. But I’ve said it a few times, you have to learn from Hayla. Darran kel, she knows better than you.”

“……eww ”

……K

That’s 100% correct, but… … .

As I was scratching my eyebrows, a question occurred to me and I turned to Ute Kwai.

“But you said you don’t talk to a guy who uses blood magic? “Then what about me?”

Ute Kwai clicked his tongue loudly at my question.

“Phoenix, you are still foolish. “A friend is someone who pretends not to notice even a stain.”

“… … “I heard this kid is also good at saying strange things.”

As he burst into laughter again, I stood up and gestured to the middle-aged mercenary Conwyer.

Then he stood up the charcoal maker’s family, who were eating beef jerky and watching, and brought them in front of me.

“Now, I think my stomach is full.”

I placed my wrist on Hrunting’s pummel and looked back at my family.

For some reason, the young couple’s complexion turned pale. Even as her parents were talking to each other, the little girl was looking up at me with an expressionless face.

“Would you like to hear some explanation?”

As he said that and smiled, the child who was said to be possessed by the devil also smiled back.

… … Hmm, somehow ominous.