My Demons - Chapter 89



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My Villains Episode 089

23. Mother’s Warrior (3)

“… … Ugh, it hurts so bad.”

Is it cracked or broken? Every time I touched my nose with my finger, it stung as if I had been hit.

“Is that the conclusion? “You got into such a dog fight on the street just because of that?”

“… “It’s a dog fight.”

The guy who was following me, floating in the air and holding on to the hem of his cloak, was making a sarcastic comment as if he was pathetic.

“If that’s not a dog fight, what is? Even beggars won’t fight like that. “Is pride really that important?”

“… … Isn’t it because of pride? What should I do when a weakling says he won’t listen to orders? “I have to persuade him by at least having a dog fight.”

He grabbed Utequai’s ankle and dragged him around like that.

Utekwai, another main character in the dog fight, was left unconscious.

I beat it for almost 5 minutes with my strength reaching 24, including the equipment effect, so it’s almost like I’m barely alive.

Rattling.

I pulled my arm nervously as the back of Utequai’s head hit the cracked flagstone.

There was a ‘pakakak’ sound that was a bit dangerous, but… What can I do? My body has already become a rag.

Ellen, who was looking down at Ute Kwai, made a reluctant expression.

“So, are you okay? “What if I treat you and then go on a rampage again?”

“Wouldn’t it be okay if I beat you up again?”

“•••I’m serious?”

Well, what should I do?

The reason I was able to defeat Ute Kwai was because I hit first and also got lucky. If we fight again, can we win?

“Well, if you don’t think it will work out, just do it.”

“••••••just?” “No, no. “Let’s go first.” When we arrived at the church, we had to wait about an hour before we could meet the priest. This was the same priest who sold us the covenant.

“You came again? “What about the patient?”

“I’m with this guy.”

The priest, with dark circles under his eyes, massaged the back of his neck and examined Utequwai’s wounds.

“This guy is acting like a heretic?”

“Ah, they came from far west.”

“Hmm. “I’m telling you just in case, pagans not only have to make offerings, but they also have to pay ‘Zir’.”

“Zir? “What is that?”

Instead of the priest looking like he didn’t know that, Ellen whispered the answer.

“I’m just saying, I’ll get more money from the heretic. “Not everyone in Middle World believes in the Gwangmyeong Church.”

aha. If you don’t want to get ripped off, convert, or something like that?

“It’s rather moderate. “I thought they would blow off the heads of all heretics.”

“They say it was like that until four or fifty years ago. “It was a time when anyone who offered about five hundred pagan heads to the church would be ordained a Holy Knight.”

The priest asked me, speechless, as if he was annoyed.

“so? Are you going to treat me?”

“So, how much Zir does this guy have to pay?”

“One silver coin for entering the Hall of Light, one silver coin for confronting the priest, one silver coin for leaving the hall in peace, and two silver coins as an offering for treatment. “A total of five coins.”

“All five coins?”

Not only I but Ellen also gaped.

“hey. “This is expensive, right?”

“of course. In Eyland, it was only a couple of coins at most… …

The priest, who was quietly watching us whispering, wrinkled his face and frowned.

“Our church sets the price according to the bishop’s guidelines. “If you have any complaints, take them out.”

“If I just leave, I don’t have to pay.

yo. this’?”

“What does that mean? Of course, I have to pay three silver coins.”

… … X arm.

The priest healed us by reciting a prayer in a voice that almost sounded like a will.

“… … Come to the hand of your foolish servant, *sigh* and heal the wounds.”

A white flash slowly blinked from the priest’s hand and enveloped Utequai and me.

Umm. It seems like they’re squeezing out as much divine power as possible, but it’s not that cool. It’s not as effective as last time.

However, I could not complain because there were so many injured people in the church and the priest looked like he was about to collapse at any moment.

I felt my nose bone, which had regained its original position, and suddenly opened my mouth.

“Oh, maybe we can get more covenants?”

“… A covenant is something you can only make when you have excess divine power. “What do you think now?”

“… … okay.”

As I was paying the treatment fee with a wry smile, Ute Kwai came to his senses. His face was still a mess, but his limbs seemed fine.

“Keueuung.”

“Are you awake already?”

“•••Darran tanka?”

Utequai raised his upper body, swept his blood-covered face with the palm of his hand, and closed his eyes.

“how is it. Do you think you’ll follow along nicely now?”

“… … I was hit. “It was a cowardly fight.”

“… Oh yeah? “If I can’t give in, shall we try one more round?”

As I placed my hand on Hrunting’s pummel, Ute Kwai quietly looked up into my eyes. Then he slowly shook his head.

“no. It is cowardice and strength. You didn’t use any evil force. “I am defeated.”

“hmm.”

This guy thinks I didn’t use blood magic… . Well, I didn’t use a skill that was revealed to the public, so it’s only natural.

“So what is the conclusion? “Are you going to follow me or not?”

Utequai slowly stood up and twisted his waist as if he was waking up.

Even that simple gesture was so threatening that the wounded soldiers and priests around him were startled and scattered.

Really, no matter how many times you see it, you can’t get used to it. It’s such a huge thing. How did you beat this guy?

Although Utequai was well over two meters tall, it had so much flesh and muscle and a long and thick waist that at first glance, its limbs seemed short. Thanks to that, rather than being a human being-

“Um, what is that?”

“It’s incredibly big… . “Given its appearance, isn’t it a half-ogre?”

“It looks like a group of bloody prosecutors.”

“We get along well together… …

On the other hand, I’m whispering with my voice muffled… .

Hear it all, you bastards. And between talented people, there is a level of foul language!

At that time, Ute Kwai suddenly opened his mouth.

“I listened to what my mother said.”

“what?”

This is again some nonsense.

“I accompany you. “I receive orders.”

“•••Will you take my orders?”

“right.”

Are you going to beat me to dust and become my subordinate? So obediently?

“Well, what did ‘mother’ say?”

“You use evil power. “I can’t say what my mother said.”

“Taking that damn evil power… .”

I gave him a disapproving look, but Wu Tequai ignored it and continued.

“There are conditions. “I have the right to refuse and the right to challenge.”

“What does that mean?”

“I follow my mother’s wishes. “If you go against my mother’s will, I cannot follow you.”

“•••Religious issues cannot be helped. That aside, what is the right to challenge?” “You have won, give orders. “If you lose, I will be free.”

“If you defeat me, you will be free?”

“right.”

•••I don’t think there’s any particular reason to refuse?

“Well, okay. “Let’s do that.”

When I simply accepted his offer, Ellen, who was looking at Utequoi as if she was trusting him, suddenly opened her mouth.

“I’m advising you in advance just in case. If you do anything even slightly suspicious, I’ll burn you down right away.”

“Hey, Ellen. Even though-”

“what? These barbarians need to be educated in advance. Hey, is it Hatanka or something? Did you understand?

Ute Kwai snorted at the harsh threats.

“Mind your own business, young girl.”

“•••what?”

“I am a father, and I have a daughter. My daughter, she is bigger than you. “Be polite.”

“Who dares an uncivilized savage,”

“I, Hatanka, am my mother’s warrior. mi

It’s not open. You, witch, play tricks. “It’s uncivilized.”

“Hey, you pig, did you finish what you said just now?”

•••Ute Kwai, this guy seems like he’ll be a troublesome companion.

No, let alone the headache. What if I suddenly get stabbed in the back?

My anxiety subsided a little overnight.

This is because I confirmed through a dream last night that tab ]n was added to the character sheet. The main character of the third character sheet was, of course, Ute Kwai.

As soon as I opened my eyes at dawn, I immediately started scribbling on the floor with a pencil.

Name: Hatanka Utekwai

Level: 16

Class: Berserker

Stats: Strength – 29(57) Dexterity – 12(14) Health – 17(24) Magic Power – 10(10) Skills: Blunt Armament Tattoo (Pas) 5pt, Veil’s Protection Tattoo (Pas) 5pt, Night Sky Blessing Tattoo (Pas) 2pt, Iron Painting (Pas) lpt, Muso Strike (Act) lpt, Berserk (Act) lpt, Ute Kwai’s character sheet was almost identical to what I expected.

To put it in a game-like way, the guy had a build that focused on increasing his attack power by investing in strength and securing his survivability with tattoo skills.

To briefly explain the skills… … .

“Ugh, ugh!”

As I was looking at the floor in the blue dawn light seeping through the window frames, I heard a groaning sound from somewhere.

“……Ellen?” Ellen, who was sleeping in the bed across from her, was already covered in cold sweat. Clenched mouth, narrowed eyebrows, desperate nods… … .

I quickly scattered the writing scrawled on the floor and approached him.

“Ugh, ah, ahhh!”

“Ellen, Ellen! Wake!

Ellen, who was struggling with gritted teeth, swallowed her breath and opened her eyes.

“Huh oh!”

“Wake. are you okay?”

“Po, poi?”

“Yes, it’s me. “What’s wrong with you all of a sudden?” Eyes filled with fear look at me holding my shoulder and then look around the narrow room. The girl’s face falls in relief when she realizes that it’s just me and her.

“Ha, ha, ha.”

“what’s the matter? “Did you have a nightmare?”

A small nod. Before she knew it, Ellen had raised her upper body and was trembling slightly with both hands clasped on her chest.

I felt sorry for his shrunken shoulders, so I unconsciously pulled him towards me.

Ellen quietly buried her face in my chest. The heavy breathing subsides.

“Are you feeling better?”

“… … huh.”

Ellen buried her face and spoke in a low voice.

“are you okay. “I guess it’s because I haven’t meditated lately.”

“meditation? “Why meditation?”

Wizards don’t dream often, Ellen once said. Dreams occur when the gap between consciousness and unconsciousness grows, but magicians who make meditation a habit say that the gap is small.

But, will you immediately have nightmares if you haven’t meditated for a few days? Does that make sense?

Could it be that the terrible experiences in the crypt were the problem?

“… … It’s still before the sun rises. “Can you sleep better?”

“I do not know.”

“okay? “Then at least warm water.”

“no!”

As I lifted my hips, Ellen’s small hands held the hem of my clothes tightly.

“Ellen?”

“Wait a minute, just stay like this for a moment.”

“……uh?” Ellen muttered in a very low voice, as if she was pleading.

“Just, just…” … “Don’t say anything.”

“Okay, I understand.”

After quietly looking down at the top of Ellen’s head, I let out a small sigh and picked her up.

“Tsk.”

“Uh, huh?”

When I adjusted my posture to sit down, Ellen ended up sitting on my thighs.

“Isn’t this more comfortable?”

“I, that, that.”

The guy who was frozen in embarrassment began to relax little by little when my soft hand patted his shoulder for a while.

As my stopped breathing continues, my collarbone feels a little itchy. The crown of the head leaning against the nape of the neck smells good.

A very familiar, lime scent mixed with the smell of flesh.

“Hey, Ellen.”

Yes?” “How do you always have nice smelling hair? “Is there any secret?”

“•••There is no such thing as a secret.”

“No? What, you don’t use perfume or soap?”

“When he was in the palace,”

Ellen, who was about to answer, suddenly raises her head.

“You shouldn’t ask a woman that.”

“what?”

“It’s not okay to ask a woman something like that. “It’s against etiquette.”

The guy with water droplets hanging from his long eyelashes kept his mouth shut. There was an angry light in his blue eyes for no apparent reason.

I burst out laughing at that expression.

“Phahaha!”

“… … “What’s funny?”

“Then isn’t it funny? *Sigh* What kind of manners are there between us?” Ellen’s expression hardened slightly at my humorous question.

“What’s going on?”

“uh?”

Ellen asked again with a cold expression that even gave off a chill.

“What are we doing?”

Contrary to his expression, the guy’s eyes were shaking slightly.

I couldn’t find the words to reply and looked down at Ellen. Then, his gaze, which had gradually become blurred, began to wander aimlessly in the air.

My chest feels itchy.

While I was deducing the implications of his words, the time to make a joke passed.

To erase the awkward silence, I slowly patted Ellen on the shoulder.

How long has it been? The boy in my arms eventually fell asleep soundly, making a noisy breathing sound.

It was a grateful sigh.

The most famous of the strong warrior’s skills was, of course, ‘berserk’.

A special technique that instantly increases strength, speed, and vitality, but instead loses control of the character.

It is a skill that is truly the flower of a berserker, becoming a hidden card when you are in danger of death or when you face a powerful enemy that cannot be defeated.

“… … But you can’t use it? Berserk?”

“It’s not a riot. warrior, mother, standing

“To become one.”

“No, anyway.”

After finishing his breakfast with three bowls of stew and a glass of beer to clear his mouth, U Te Kwai burped, ‘Oops!’

“Ugh. “What are you doing, you rude bastard!”

Leaving the shuddering Ellen behind for a moment, I asked Utequai again.

“Well, becoming one with my mother. “Why can’t a warrior like you do that?”

“Becoming one with your mother is a precious and precious thing. I, Hatanka, am a noble warrior. “I still can’t do it.”

“so why?”

“Becoming one with Mother, Mother’s will. “I, the warrior’s mother-”

“You must be your mother’s warrior.”

“Well, that’s right. I, my mother’s warrior. “I follow my mother’s will.”

The conversation started early in the morning and I was able to understand some of the meanings of the words Utequai was saying.

First, ‘Hatanka’.

Since he introduced himself as ‘Hatanka Utekwai’, I naturally thought Hatanka was his last name. But it turned out that it was not a last name, but a title that meant a certain status or position.

The old man I met at the mouth of the Salt River was the former Great Hatanka, and when he died, he passed on the title of Hatanka to Utequai.

And, ‘mother’.

Although it was already expected to some extent, ‘mother’ meant some kind of divine being.

Well, even in the game, the berserker was often referred to as a mother’s wrath or a mother’s mercy. Thinking about the nuance, mother seemed to mean nature itself.

“No, what does your going berserk and going wild have to do with that ‘mother’?”

“To become one with my mother is to suppress my anger as a warrior. Anger, your mother’s, precious.”

“Okay. So, because going berserk is a noble act, you have to get your mother’s permission, right?”

“That’s right enough.”

“How do I get my mother’s permission?

“Should I?”

“I do not know.”

“I don’t know?”

“right. If you want to be a mother, you can call a mother. “When there is a calling, mother and warrior become one.”

“•••They say it’s a random activation, Mr.

He’s a berserker who can’t use berserk fire.

Ha, it’s not surprising anymore.