305. Demon King No. 2 (3)
Owen froze in front of the man. It was probably the fear instinctively felt by a creature facing an absolute predator.
This strange man wearing a half mask reminded Owen of the huge seawater he had once encountered in the mountains.
-Owen. Lower your posture and hold your breath. Don’t let it find us.
His father’s hand was pressing down on Owen’s head, wary of the saber-toothed bear that made a threatening low-frequency sound every time it exhaled.
Even my father, who I thought was the best hunter in the world, had memories of a terrifying predator that could only lower his head and quietly wait for it to pass by.
-Why is this guy who should be dead still walking around?
Above all, what the man said. It was familiar to Owen in a different way. His parents had a habit of repeating this to Owen whenever he forgot something.
-If it wasn’t for Bart that day, mom wouldn’t have been able to give birth to you safely. Isn’t all of this the Lord’s care? So Owen, don’t forget to be thankful for everything.
What is interest? How do you know about yourself? Above all, why can’t my whole body stop shaking like this?
I winced. As Owen became thoughtful and took a step behind her, the man grinned, tearing the corners of his mouth beneath his mask.
[He’s a kid with pretty good sense. But there is no need to be so nervous.]
Fortunately, the man didn’t seem to have any intention of harming Owen right away.
[I love the little sparks that young children like you have. Even though it is a weak thing with no possibility of burning, the slightest possibility it contains shines truly brilliantly.]
Tuk-tuk.
[Of course, that may have been a while now.]
The man who tapped Owen’s shoulder half-heartedly left behind those incomprehensible words and disappeared far away.
However, Owen, who got goosebumps even at the slightest touch, stared blankly in the direction where the man had disappeared for a while.
Afterwards, Owen went into the church with the man and met the priest, but he did not remember the details of what exactly they discussed with him.
The next scene that came to mind clearly was a town engulfed in massive fire.
A yellow and red fire was burning fiercely, engulfing the entire village. People who can’t even bring themselves to fetch water due to a long drought can only stare at the scene in shock.
-… mother… … .
The sea of fire burning like the hell in the scriptures and the smoke spreading thickly are extremely unrealistic.
Owen headed toward the fire as if possessed.
-Ah, father! mother!
Hey, what is that guy?
Wait, you want to go in? Hurry and catch it! Stop me!
Owen, who was hurriedly running toward the fire, was caught by Wen Janghan’s hand and violently thrown to the floor.
Tuk!
It was right then. A flint sticks out of Owen’s pocket. It was an object that even Owen himself couldn’t figure out why it was there.
… What is that?
And at the same time, there was a strange voice ringing in everyone’s head.
[Did that huge fire just happen by accident? Coincidentally, a guy with a flint appeared at the scene of the fire. Very suspicious.]
In an instant, the villagers’ eyes changed.
-That’s no ordinary flint! It is a precious stone found in some parts of Ortona!
-Why does a child have such expensive things? Is that guy an arsonist?
-I don’t know what it is, but catch it first!
Owen struggled with all his might in the hands of suddenly rough people.
-Let go of this! My parents are in there… … !
However, the agitated people’s dissuasion soon turned into merciless violence directed at the boy.
That was when Owen was helplessly reaching out towards the flames.
Grumble!
Suddenly, a scene slightly different from his original memory unfolded before Owen’s eyes.
The fierce fire that had burned the village and the people who had beaten him were gone, and now there was an unfamiliar sight of hell where the whole world was covered in fire.
-… What’s this!
The sky and the ground, everything is just as dark red as blood.
Owen took a deep breath and looked around.
Now he is no longer the young boy he was back then. Owen of Delcross. An invincible warrior who stands at the forefront of the southern front and slaughters the enemy.
Nevertheless, in this scene of complete hell, Owen had no choice but to be as completely helpless as he was then. It was so infuriating and despairing.
-… … !
But for some time, a boy had been standing in front of Owen.
Even though it feels like I’m seeing it for the first time, the back view feels strangely familiar. A dark red aura bloomed from the sword the boy was holding, and his light blonde hair also reflected the fire and glowed with an ominous dark red light.
Jerk.
As the boy took a step forward, Owen desperately shouted at him.
-Don’t go in! Where are you now… … !
Owen, whose body was now free, was running, calling out to him without realizing it.
-hey! Stop right there! Newbie… … .
“… rain.”
“Lowering.”
“I’m a newbie.”
“Lowering!”
Flashing.
When he opens his eyes to the sound of an urgent call, Alicia, who was shaking Owen, asks in a worried voice.
“Sir, are you okay?”
“… Alicia?”
“Yes, sir. That’s me.”
“… … .”
The feeling of extreme desperation disappears like the ebb of the tide at the same time as one becomes aware of reality.
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When Owen regains his composure and stands up, Alicia quickly picks up a blanket and wipes his forehead, which is covered in cold sweat.
The escort driver who had been assisting Owen for the past few years was well aware of the nightmares he sometimes suffered from.
“Sir, if you’re being rude, I think you should go out for a while.”
After seeing that Owen’s breathing had calmed down, Alicia spoke in an urgent voice.
“Some Barcelona people have been looking for you since morning.”
* * *
“I am a warrior of the Purma tribe, Bartoja! “I have come to ask Owen of Delcross for the price of the clan leader’s life!”
A group of Barça warriors were gathered outside the fence. It was a majestic general and many warriors guarding him.
Janghan Bartoza, holding an ax and having a bushy beard, was screaming so loudly that the entire Delcross camp rang.
“So come out quickly! Come out and clash weapons with me! “I hope you’re not a lousy coward who avoids a duel that demands blood justice, Owen!”
As Owen approaches the fence, a middle-aged knight bows his head politely. This is Sir Abigail, the leader of the 4th Knights of the SS and the person in charge of the southern front.
“That ignorant heretic has been saying such nonsense since a while ago, sir. “Even if I warn you to go back, you don’t listen at all. Isn’t that truly reckless?”
“hmm.”
Owen nodded, stood side by side with her, and looked down at the outside of the wooden fence. Then, Jang Han’s spirit becomes even stronger when he spots him outside.
“Come down here right now! Owen of Delcross!”
Then Alicia got angry and shouted in Barça, which she was quite good at.
“Do not call the name of the Precious One carelessly! Your tribal leader lost his life on the battlefield. Do you think it is justifiable to demand payment for that blood now? “Don’t cause any unnecessary trouble and go back!”
But it didn’t work for Jang Han.
“Shut up, Owen’s dog! You moved like hands and feet next to him, and now you even want to speak for his mouth! “Isn’t it shameful for a worthy warrior to voluntarily become a dog!”
Puhahaha!
Behind him, other Barçaians are laughing heartily. They were people with whom I could not communicate at all.
“They are not from the Purma tribe. “It’s Karazhan.”
Owen, who was looking at them closely at that time, said.
“Are you sure, sir?”
“okay. Except for the guy holding the ax and screaming, everyone in the back are warriors from the Karazhan tribe. Although the appearance is well disguised, the fingering method of holding the axe is clearly different. “Seeing them make mistakes like that makes them look like they’re still kids.”
Although Barsha’s tribes were mostly similar, there were sometimes unique differences depending on tribal traditions.
Owen, who has been with the Volanta tribe for a long time, is able to clearly perceive the subtle differences that the imperial people can easily overlook.
“Is this Karazhan…? … .”
Lord Abigail’s face became a little more serious at that.
“If what you say is true, you need to be careful. Wakana Tusai, that old fox is up to something again.”
Aside from occasional local clashes, the southern front has been showing a lull recently.
There is also regular exchange of cultural goods with some gentle tribes. The Volanta tribe, whom Owen frequently visited recently, was one of these moderate tribes.
On the other hand, in the case of Karazhan, the situation was different.
The most powerful and warlike tribe in Barça. In particular, their chieftain, Wakana Tusai, was someone who consistently maintained a hard-line stance against Delcross. They are quietly waiting with bated breath for the embers of battle to be lit again at any time.
“How disappointing, Owen! “Is the eldest son of the Delcross tribe a coward who hides behind a woman and trembles!”
Owen grabs the ax from his belt as he sees Janghan yelling loudly. Then Lord Abigail stopped Owen.
“Lowering. There is no need to respond to their childish provocations one by one. “If only young warriors had been sent, it means that Wakana Tusai would have been prepared to be annihilated as well.”
But Owen shook his head.
“Barsha’s Thanksgiving is coming, Lord Abigail. “Sooner or later, a grand meeting will be held where all the tribal leaders of Barsha will gather.”
From what I have observed on the battlefield for many years, Wakana Tusai was a man who was as intelligent as he was warlike.
Even now, I feel angry when I think about how much interference she had to endure before Owen could properly interact with the Volanta tribe.
“Karazhan’s position remains firm. If you don’t respond, it’s as if you don’t respond, and if it’s annihilated, it’s as if it’s annihilated. “They will insist on starting a war with us once again under the pretext of a just blood price.”
“That is just a far-fetched claim.”
“But it will work effectively for other elders who have antipathy toward the empire. Ignoring them like this will only end up playing into Wakana Tusai’s will.”
“… … .”
Sir Abigail’s eyes briefly land on the handle of the ax that the prince is stroking. However, she did not go against the prince’s will any further.
Who is Owen?
In a chaotic battlefield, isn’t he the prince who easily breaks through Barsha’s elite warriors on his own and slit off the head of the tribe leader?
There is no need to fret over such poor warriors.
“… hmm?”
Suddenly, Owen’s eyes narrowed as he noticed something.
“What does this mean all of a sudden? “What do you want me to collect?”
Although invisible to others, a new quest window was flashing before Owen’s eyes.
[Surprise Quest – Collecting Amazing Poison Stings]
[Quest Grade: A]
[An engineer in Karazhan recently developed a new weapon. It is an innovative weapon that can be secretly hidden inside a shield and perform secret assassinations. All of Barça’s warriors will be unable to hide their shame when they see this weapon, but who knows? It might seem quite useful for the old fox of Karazhan. Collect a sample of the sting.]
[Reward: 60 P Cash]
[*This product is available in the Pangea Chronicle store window. If you can survive in the future.]
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