Children of the Holy Emperor Chapter 120

§ 120. Butterfly (2)

Kwasik! Hood!

The last Nurmachi in the grassland falls to the ground, spattering thick fresh blood. Coo!

Whoa! The gigantic seawater struggled for a moment, making long, loud cries, but eventually trembled, fell down, and fell silent.

Owen was watching the scene out of breath. Soon, a light blinks in front of her eyes and a notification window appears.

[Daily Quest – Nurmachi Hunting (Completed)]

[Quest Grade: D]

[Overall review: They say the quest can be completed with just one Nurmachi, so you kill one Nurmachi every day. Don’t you feel like you wasted time and energy traveling to and from the hunting ground for no reason? From now on, instead of just focusing on compensation, why not be a little more proactive in improving the surrounding environment?]

[Completion Grade: D]

[Reward: 320(-40)P Cash]

[*This product is available in the Pangea Chronicle store window.]

Owen closed the window, suppressing his anger and anger.

It’s like this damn status window. If they said they would give 360 ​​cash at first, shouldn’t they have given 360?

How much is the daily quest reward? Do you deduct the reward from there?

‘I almost used up my cash to send a gift this time… … .’

I was tempted to pour it out, but this arbitrary status window could cut additional rewards at any time if I was in a bad mood.

One time, I thought it would be okay if it wasn’t the official language of the empire, so I swore in Barça, but they understood it like a ghost and reduced my compensation. Unable to express his regret, Owen just kicked Nurmachi.

It has already been three years since I left the imperial palace under Sang Tae-chang’s guidance.

Owen, who at that time had not been able to completely shed his immature country boy appearance, was now a strong young man with the appearance of a warrior.

Even most Barça warriors would easily be intimidated when faced with his sturdy physique, trained under the hot southern sun for many years. Who would believe that he is a boy who has just turned 17?

As he was tying up his hair, which had become wild from running after Nurmachi, someone came running to him from far away, calling his name.

“… Owen! “Owen!”

This is a Barça warrior whose long braided hair is decorated extravagantly with cormorant feathers.

Chikudanka of Volanta.

He was the son of the tribal leader Chikutarku and a friend Owen had recently made. Considering that the number of feathers on his head signified his major, he must have been quite a strong Jeonsei.

Chikudanka soon came closer and his eyes widened when he saw a huge sea creature lying on the floor with its neck bent.

“Did you hunt Nurmachi alone today again? “I was in a hurry to lend a helping hand, but you are truly amazing!”

“haha. This also ends today, Chikudanka. “Now there are no more Nurmachi in this meadow.”

Nurmachi was a fierce sea beast that roamed the grasslands and dried up the seeds of game. Chikudanka’s emotions as he looked at this last Nurmachi seemed special, as he was a member of the Volanta tribe who had suffered all kinds of damage from this seawater since childhood.

“Owen, you said it. “I will ride side by side with the warriors of our Volanta tribe, and one day we will reclaim the glorious hunting grounds of our ancestors.”

“Yes, I said so. “We will drive out the sea creatures of this land and expand the horizons of Volanta.”

“That is why our tribe has decided to be with you. “You killed all the Nurmachi in the plains like this, and now even those skeptical elders can’t help but believe you.”

“I assure you, Chikudanka. “You will see even more amazing things in the future.”

At the same time as he said that, a new notification window flashed in front of Owen.

[New selectable daily quests have been added.]

[new! Daily Quest – Koratla Hunt (Repeat)]

Well, if I continued the quest like this, even if I didn’t want to, it seemed like I would have to wipe out all the sea water in this land.

Soon Owen and Chikudanka began dismantling Hae-su together. With skillful skill, the Nurmachi’s horns are cut, the skin is removed, and the tendons and bone marrow are removed.

Owen was lost in thought as he moved his hands repeatedly.

The front line must have stabilized to some extent, and I thought I would be able to visit Delcross at least once this year… … .

‘Anyway, has the gift I sent arrived by now?’

I missed Seonghwang, the siblings, and Sisley that I left behind in Delcross.

Oh, except for that Mores guy.

However, the small window floating in his right field of vision still clearly displayed the low achievement rate.

[Main Stream 2 – Progress 13%]

Is it still a long time before I can return to the imperial palace?

Owen sighed slightly.

At that time, Chikudanka, who was peeling off Nurmachi’s leg tendons, opened his mouth.

“I always think about you, Owen, but for an Imperial, you seem really used to hunting. “I have seen quite a few Imperials, but I have never seen a Delcross warrior as skilled in handling prey as you.”

“The warriors you are talking about are probably mostly knights dispatched from the imperial capital.”

“So you are different?”

“My parents were quite a talented hunter couple. Even though I was young, I learned a lot from what I saw.”

Then Chikudanka asked curiously.

“But Owen, aren’t you the eldest son of the chieftain? “I heard that the current Delcross tribe leader is not a hunter, but the most powerful shaman in the tribe.”

“Haha, yes. “The Delcross tribe leader is also my other father.”

Owen paused for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the distant horizon.

“My parents died when I was young. “Now my father, the tribal chief of Delcross, is my dear godfather.”

* * *

Percussion, thump.

Seongjin, who was quickly retreating to avoid the sword attack, belatedly stops and says, “Oops.” Masain, who was in the midst of pushing Seongjin, also stopped attacking and looked at him blankly.

“You’re widening the gap too much again, sir.”

Masain tilted his head with a puzzled look.

“I’ve never sparred much, but I don’t know how I got into that habit.”

“hmm… … .”

Seongjin scratched his head with a embarrassed expression. It seems that it was impossible to completely shake off the decades-long habit of dealing with giant monsters in a short period of time.

Recently, Masain began to provide occasional sparring along with swordsmanship instruction.

And what Seongjin felt while sparring with him was that he still felt much more comfortable punching in person-to-person combat. When we clashed swords at close range, there were times when my fists would gain strength without me realizing it and the flow of attack and defense would break down.

Moreover, when I pick up a sword, for some reason, my old habit of swinging my claws against giant monsters keeps showing up.

Perhaps he was not a swordsman genius like Seonghwang or Logan. Although the sword training itself was very fun, it is true that the pace was slow compared to the progress of the Auror training.

‘If you think about it, it feels like the Auror training is also using some shortcuts… … .’

Logan did that. Seongjin seems to have a different way of moving his aurors than the people of Delcross.

The reason why he was building up the auror layer so quickly was probably because he treated aurors more easily than others, like the energy of monsters.

‘Well, is there only one solution?’

It’s just repetitive training.

Seongjin, who had made up his mind, grabbed the nutcracker again and rushed towards Masain.

“… “The more I look, the more I don’t know.”

As Kurt, who was watching the sparring between the prince and Masain, muttered, one of the resident knights standing next to him looked at him in confusion. This is Sir Vincent, who was recently dispatched from the 1st Knights.

“Is something wrong? “You were a little lost at first, but you seem to have gotten quite used to sparring now.”

In response to Sir Vincent’s question, Kurt crossed his arms and was lost in thought.

“Well, maybe I should say that you really got lost… … .”

Kurt watched Prince Mores’ training and sometimes thought it was strange. Although it was clear that he was a beginner who was not good at handling a sword, sometimes a strange sense of authority could be seen in him.

The situation in which he wields a weapon and the situation in which he has to fight seems familiar.

I guess he got into some fights when he was acting like a bastard. At first, Kurt thought so and ignored it.

It was when the prince began to spar with Lord Masain that he began to feel strange in earnest. More precisely, after finding out the gap the prince had.

Prince Mores had a habit of instantly closing the distance from a seemingly distant location and digging in deeper the moment he thought it was time to attack. Aside from his poor swordsmanship, his agility was truly remarkable.

Also, when Lord Masain attacked, instead of engaging the swords, he quickly flew backwards, widening the gap.

It feels more familiar to fighting something bigger than a human, rather than the spacing of a person-to-person fight.

okay. It’s a movement reminiscent of sea hunters moving around the northern Magyeong area.

As a result, the sparring did not proceed properly at first. Even before the swords clashed, the prince reflexively widened the distance between them.

Once, twice, three times… As they continued to spar, the prince gradually adapted to the new spacing. Not long after, he was able to exchange attacks properly for quite a long time even against his superior knight, Sir Masain.

What Sir Vincent thought was ‘wandering’ was actually the prince’s constant process of adjusting the gap.

“… Besides, you haven’t hit rock bottom yet.”

Although there was an absolute gap between the two as a high-ranking knight and a low-ranking knight about to become Dekaron Knight, the prince seemed strangely relaxed in dealing with Lord Masain.

The same goes for situations where you are frantically on the defensive. Lord Martha was unable to wrest the last bit of freedom from the young prince.

However, Kurt had personally witnessed how Prince Mores’ momentum changed when he really wanted to cut something.

The basement of Diggory Manor. The sight of a sword stabbing like lightning into the vital spot of an unidentified monster.

If the young prince turned the tip of his sword with such clear murderous intent at a person as he did then, what would happen then?

After a fairly intense morning training, Seongjin entered the restaurant for lunch and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Before I knew it, Logan and Amelia were sitting together as if it was natural.

If things continue like this for just a little longer, Sisley may become a regular lunch member.

And Logan’s eyes were shaken in shock when he first encountered Sungjin’s gorgeous tiger butterfly loungewear.

“that… What kind of weird thing is that… … !”

Ah, seeing that disgusted face makes me want to make fun of him.

Seongjin approached Logan with a mischievous smile and spread his arms wide so that the swallowtail butterfly pattern could be clearly seen.

“How do you feel? “Pretty cool, right?”

“Are you serious about that?”

“of course. Don’t you know this trendsetter’s outstanding fashion sense? Just wait and see. “Maybe by next year, the entire ecliptic will be covered in these swallowtail butterfly patterns!”

“… “Oh my God, Lord.”

Logan muttered with a pale face.

A guy who doesn’t have a very strong faith is looking for God. Breton-style cheek rouge may soon become popular in Delcross, and I’m secretly looking forward to this guy’s reaction then.

Seongjin giggled and turned around.

However, he soon had to stop because Logan suddenly quickly tugged on the hem of Seongjin’s clothes.

“Keck!”

Thanks to this, Seongjin, who had been hit by the suddenly pulled collar, held his neck.

“You, dude! “What are you doing all of a sudden?”

I was in tears and looked back, but Logan’s face was frozen as I didn’t know what I saw.

“Where did these clothes come from?”

“huh?”

“Why is Deleria’s butterfly here?”

“… what?”

Seongjin blinked and was shocked when he belatedly realized the meaning of those words. Seongjin, who was turning over the hem of her dress and examining it here and there, immediately let out a bewildered laugh.

“… “Really?”

It was so mixed up with the swallowtail butterfly wings that I didn’t notice it at first glance.

However, the unique eye-shaped patterns hidden among the wings clearly looked similar to the wings of the Deleria butterfly from Apocalypse Now.

“… Salon de Mercy.”

Seongjin spoke emphatically as he met Logan’s now serious gaze.

“I need to find a design designer there.”

fantasy,