The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 144

38. Golden Sludge (1)

“Wow.”

It is hope. A tall beauty wearing a loose hoodie and black leggings.

“Are you wearing a skirt?”

Hee-won’s gaze toward So-ha shows surprise and laughter.

“It is so sweet. I usually go around like that.”

clattering steps. A hand to tidy up the skirt. dead pan. The eye-catching red lips open.

“What are you doing? There is no one to look good for.”

“Then what about today?”

“Seungsu oppa is here.”

The club room came and became noisy. Young people laugh easily.

I was a bit difficult.

“haha.”

The laughter you create is hilarious. I am afraid that the awkwardness will be revealed. A person named Kim Seung-soo did not fit into this atmosphere well.

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

“Do you want to go see the stage?”

“Is there anything to see? You said you didn’t start construction?”

“It must be the first amphitheater.”

“…an amphitheater? Isn’t it a small theater?”

“huh. I’m with Yeon-young for this drama.” Yeong-gwa.

“Have you seen the actors? Half of them are Yeonyoung and the kids. I heard that Jung So-ha also takes a few acting majors.”

Learn with Yeon-young in a club play.

“…Isn’t that the same as bringing professional players to early football?”

A tingling laugh and a hand tapping on the shoulder. It is a piece of memory.

“It’s not that tidy! Even if you see Yeonyoung, you are in the 12th year, what kind of pro? And our kids are doing well too.” The chatter continued. Just like a few years ago, Heewon and I moved slowly.

Small Theater Student Union Building 108 Stairs Central Library Windy Hill… There are thick layers of friendly faces all over the campus.

By the time our footprints pass the gym subway and reach the studio. I felt like I was choking on the memory.

In the end, I vomited out the words I had endured.

“Would you like to meet again?”

“no.”

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

“This is just right for us.”

While choosing a horse, a loud bell rang. Heewon answered the phone with a stiff face and smiled brightly.

“who is this?”

“you do not have to know.”

Leaving a familiar answer, she left the one room.

A purple scent lingered in his nostrils. I quietly closed my eyes and soon the world shattered.

Faced with the setting sun, Atalanta quietly looked around the clan.

Dozens of tents were spread across the foothills and plains. It is a light-hearted village with stretched wagons as its fence.

“Windy! The west coast-”

From somewhere between the tents came the sound of children singing. It was heavenly music that made us forget the poverty and hardships of wandering life.

“Raise the sails and go-three! Back to our hometown 99

Atalanta wanted to be among the kids. I wanted to laugh, sing and dance with them.

“The golden sun! Blow on-”

She was very good at dancing and singing.

It was the result of training. It was a painful training that any normal child would hate to achieve, but Atalanta still enjoyed dancing and loved singing.

“Cross the rough waves!”

“To our hometown…

A small murmur was scattered in the wind. Atalanta quietly swept her arm.

‘It’s autumn soon.’

She hastened her steps.

“miss.”

“Rubio.”

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

“What about the elders?”

“We are gathered in Asun. Atalanta glanced behind her slightly.

Two men in thick armor were guarding her with expressionless faces. Called ‘Haresukis’, they were the sacred guards protecting Asun and the elite warriors of the clan.

Atalanta’s gaze as she scanned them was cold.

‘Soulless puppets.’

She whispered a little to Rubio.

“Let’s talk later. Gather the warriors with Agos for now.”

“…Warriors?”

“Come on. Asun, I will convince you.”

“All right.”

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

The word ‘Asun’ referred to a meeting held by the clan chiefs and elders and the place where the meeting took place.

This huge tent in front of Atalanta was Asun.

“Whoa.”

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

“Attilia, the daughter of ‘Al-Qadari’, asks to be in Ashun.”

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

“Come in.”

Hareskis, who guarded the entrance, rolled up a cloth dyed in light green.

Atalanta entered Asun with kneeling steps. Hares Keith, who was guarding her, passed her with slow steps. Eight figures were sitting in a circle in the tent. They were the heads of the ‘Al Qadari’, the largest clan of the ‘Nouveau’ sect.

“It is an honor to be in Asun.”

Even at Atalanta’s bow, the heads of the eight did not respond. Instead, he listened to the report of Hareskis, who served Atalanta at the mountain lodge.

After Hareskis’s report, a gray-haired middle-aged man sitting in the center opened his mouth.

“Attilia.”

“Yes, clan chief.”

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

“…there was no chance.”

Before he could finish his words, an elder interjected.

“lie.”

The old man, with countless wrinkles on his face, twitched his nose.

“lie. Giamo Atilia is lying.”

“I guess so.”

At the old man’s words, the clan chief Giamo nodded, and Atalanta quickly shook her head.

“I am not lying. He is a powerful warrior who handles the power of blood.”

“So why didn’t you give me poison? Deadly poison that can kill twenty warriors!”

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

At Atalanta’s excuse, the other elders burst into laughter.

“under. I heard that you kissed him in the belly button. Did I hear it wrong?”

“Answer me, Atilia.”

“…you’re right.”

“Where else is a partner as easy to deal with as a man in the middle of an affair?”

When the hooked-nosed old woman sneered, Atalante kept her mouth shut, then lowered her head.

“sorry. But it was a situation where I had to risk my life to kill him. How much gold did I risk my life for-”

“Did you say that gold and silver!”

The clan chief erupted into a roar.

“Attilia! The money you threw away was gathered by the blood and sweat of the clan members. The money he earned by selling his sword, his body, and his pride! But that gold and silver!”

At the solemn screeching of the clan chief Giamo, Atalante gnashed her teeth inwardly. It was because she was the one who shed the most sweat and blood in the clan.

Atalanta swallowed her sadness and opened her mouth.

“I am also one of the clan members who shed blood and sweat.” “You foolish thing, are you like an ordinary clansman? You are the daughter of salvation and the warrior who will lead our nation in the future!” As Atalanta kept her mouth shut, the elders spat out one word at a time.

“How could he be entrusted with such a big task if he had no sense of responsibility?”

“It is unfortunate. How could such an innocent person be the daughter of salvation?”

“So we have to crack down on it. Atilia is too stupid.”

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

These endless hours of ‘affectionate rebuke’ over the past twenty-three years were quite familiar to her.

Atalanta quietly bowed her head.

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

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

– Be strong. kill six Become a daughter of salvation. Then I’m free

Repeating the prophecy, she remembered Phoenix.

– Be strong. kill six Become a daughter of salvation. Then I’m free

I thought of

the rough and soft touch, the hot and enchanting breath, and the firm and cozy embrace .

– Be strong. kill six Become a daughter of salvation. Then I’m free

As the reprimands of the elders approached personal attacks, Atalanta smiled quietly.

“I managed to find a way like this.” To my little self-talk, scribe Beldin breathed heavily in response.

“Didn’t you say *huh*? The soldiers are *ghhh* natives of Longville so it’s *whoop* quiet.”

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

“That would be *hehe*.”

Shut up, kid.”

Leaving behind Beldin, who was silent and silent, he looked back at the party.

A party of about a dozen or so was walking along the trail in the twilight forest. Starting with Utequai at the end, Amias and Siren were holding their breath.

Suddenly, the blue-haired Moses made eye contact with me and shuddered. When I grin, her trembling doubles.

“what’s the matter?”

“huh? no nothing.”

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

“Were you watching Simos?”

“…uh? Whatever it is.”

“Ehh.”

The boy nodded silently, holding on to the saddle. I, who had been serving as Ellen’s horseman, brushed the horse’s hair and corrected the reins.

“Let’s try a little harder. It will arrive soon.”

When Spotted purred a little, I took a carrot from the saddle and fed it to him.

Ellen, who had been quietly watching the amount 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 the Amias kids.”

“Wasn’t that almost two weeks ago?”

“Twenty days ago. Because today is the end of August.”

“Has it already happened?”

I shrugged my shoulders as I scratched under my makeshift helmet.

“What did you say then?”

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

sick?

“…Ah, that’s it? When you made a fuss out of jealousy?”

Ellen slightly frowned.

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

“Isn’t that what you said when you rolled your eyes at Mira and me talking?”

“…they didn’t turn around.”

“You turned the tavern upside down with magic. It’s right that your eyes are rolling.”

At my laughing words, Ellen quietly pursed her lips.

“I said I don’t remember.”

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

“…just. Remember what I said.”

A faint laugh emerges.

“You mean not to get involved with that ‘nonsense’?”

“okay.”

“Aren’t you a bit strict? Mira and Simos aren’t that ugly.”

At my words, Ellen laughed.

“Don’t talk nonsense. Isn’t that an ugly face?”

“If you look closely, it’s not that bad, right?”

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

The sarcastic guy was so cute that I laughed out loud.

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

“Eyes that do not have aesthetic sense, but they are useless.”

“Hey, what does Simmian mean?”

Ellen frowned as if she didn’t know that.

“…Are you asking because you don’t know? You have an eye for finding something beautiful.”

“okay. So it’s not that I’m not aesthetically pleasing, it’s that I’m very good.”

“what?”

“Because you have such a good aesthetic sense, you find beauty in everyone.”

Ellen said, ‘What is this asshole?’ He was looking down at me with that gaze. I shrugged and continued.

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

“…why?”

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

“How is it going?”

“Even beautiful people will disappear. Because no one recognizes the beautiful.”

When Ellen made a puzzled expression, I grinned and got to the point.

“What are you going to be okay with? Regardless of aesthetics, you are pretty to anyone.”

“…that’s what it is.”

“But ambiguously handsome and pretty people become nothing? How sad is that?”

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

“So, open your mind a little. A kid who looks like you gets jealous and people hate him.”

“It’s just really strange noises…

By the time Ellen had calmed down, the group had reached the end of the trail. Through the scruffy brush, the view came down to the ridge below.

“…Yabeldin. How did this happen

?”

“I don’t know either.”

The young scribe took a deep breath and then grabbed his forehead.

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

I looked down the mountain in silence. Dark brown stains tightly wrapped around Longbill.

Cole, the archer, climbed up the tree and spoke in a small but clear voice.

“This is Anupad.”

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

Cole was silent for three or four minutes before answering.

“Five hundred will definitely exceed it.”

I barely swallowed the curse.