Chapter 9 – 9. Sangun
Sangun.
Lord of the mountains.
In contrast, it is safe to say that this word, which is also used to refer to a tiger, has completely disappeared in the 21st century society, which has become hardened by the development of technology and industry.
In reality, mountains exist.
In the case of my grandmother, who was a shaman, she even said that she once offered a sacrifice to the Lord of Mt. Baekdu.
Of course, it’s not a real animal.
They were spirits that took on the form of a tiger and were a guardian deity.
And my grandmother, who was quiet at the time and spoke various things to her grandson, told me about the foods that the mountains liked and how to offer ancestral rites.
[Have you come to me again, boy?]
Deius is 28 years old, so it is long past time to call him a boy.
If a mountain warrior who has lived for thousands of years calls me a boy, I have nothing to say.
“This is Deius Verdi. “After living abroad for three short months, I came to say hello.”
Sangun’s favorite warm alcohol and rice cake.
The alcohol that the maid had warmed had already cooled down due to the cold waves of the North Weden Mountains, but the yellow mana gently held the bottle and warmed it up again.
The first time I climbed a mountain range and met a mountain group was about a month after Deius Verdi.
At the time, I was trying to run away.
Learning magic was difficult, studying etiquette was difficult, and there was too much karma from Deius, who was trash.
But the thing that bothered me the most was the evil spirits in the mansion.
I don’t know what crime he committed, but the number of evil spirits living in Verdi’s mansion was significant.
Since I had not studied necromancy at the time, I had no choice but to pretend that I did not see the evil spirits, but the stress was so extreme that I ran away.
Then I met Sangun.
A mountain army that bit the evil spirits that followed me and took pity on me.
“It’s alcohol and rice cakes that you might like. Please, I hope you can fit it in your mouth.”
[…] … .]
A blue spirit comes out of Sangun’s mouth and surrounds the wine and rice cake.
Then, the offerings naturally disappeared as if absorbed by the spiritual body.
It wasn’t evident on his face, but he seemed to like it because the oppressive feeling that had been pressing on him had disappeared.
[This is my first time.]
“… … .”
You should not interrupt a conversation carelessly.
I bowed my head and listened to his words leisurely.
[For thousands of years, it was just an existence of fear. This is the first time a human has approached me like this.]
“Because Sangun saved me.”
[…] … .]
An awkward silence fills the air between Sangun and me.
Five months ago, he actually didn’t mean to protect me?
Of course I know.
There is only one human being being chased by an evil spirit, so why does Sangun save him?
He just tore them apart because he didn’t like the evil spirits that came into his mountain, and had no intention of saving me.
‘What does it matter?’
Does not matter.
I will take advantage of this relationship.
Even if you didn’t have those thoughts, I made it that way and forced you to build a connection with me.
‘It becomes a leash.’
[I know you didn’t come to me just to say hello.]
A heavy voice. Now let’s get to the point.
“Actually, I came to visit you in advance because I thought Sangun would be uncomfortable.”
[…] … Ignorant foreigners are rampaging on my mountain.]
“However, we do not have the power to protect this mountain.”
Sangun’s blue eyes sparkle. My body becomes stiff as if I had been hit by a waterfall in the middle of winter, and the pressure weighs down my entire body.
[So, have you come to ask me for help? How dare you?]
“Sangun.”
I slowly stand up, take a deep breath, and look him in the eyes.
In order to bring them to the negotiating table, they knelt down and offered their wealth.
I sat down on the chair over there and became convinced that this was what I wanted.
I had no intention of giving the lead in the negotiations to a tiger sleeping alone in the mountains.
Raise your hand and point to the east beyond.
“The desert in the east called Sahar has now become a human outpost.”
This time it’s the opposite. Points to the west.
“I heard that an underwater tunnel and an underwater fish farm have been built in the western Paruere waters.”
Finally, he extends his hand and points to the sky.
“Beyond the mountains, the Clark Republic recently developed a tool for flying across the sky called a glider.”
[What does it mean?]
He carefully places his hand on his heart and apologizes.
“A thousand years ago. The Sahar Desert was a cursed land for humans. They say it can take your life in one day, your blood in two days, and your life in three days.”
[…] … .]
“today. Humans are planting potatoes there. “I heard that potatoes that have adapted to the local climate do not rot easily, are hard and are easy to store, and the number of recipes has increased.”
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Now, Sangun’s eyes are frowning as if he understands what I’m saying. I touch the ground with my cane because they want to tear me apart at any moment.
If it weren’t for me, I would have fallen to my knees.
However, you shouldn’t show it.
He continues speaking with the same tone and unwavering pronunciation.
“The infamous Leviathan and Kraken in the Parruer Sea. However, humans are driving them out and coveting the valuable underwater resources. “They say a handful of salt there can be traded for a pound of gold.”
[…] … .]
“Sangun. Just a thousand years ago. Did you think humans could fly? “I am an uncivilized human being who has to diligently walk in a month to cover a distance that would take Sangun in a month.”
Your vision is obscured by your white breath. Thanks to this, the image of the mountains becomes blurry, which helps to hold on.
“Sangun, isn’t it really fun? “Savage humans are taking away the homes of spiritual creatures one by one.”
[Are you threatening me?]
thud.
Sangun takes a step forward.
A white tiger standing on a mountain ridge breaks through the snow and comes right in front of me, growling and showing its teeth.
It was a split second where I couldn’t even blink.
[I can tear you apart with just the sound of my breath. Bring a hundred men, swing their tails, and those bastards will no longer be alive.]
[Bring a thousand men, my claws will tear them apart one by one.]
[Bring 10,000 people, my teeth are forever. It will not rust or break.]
An ambitious declaration.
If it were actually inside a mountain range, it would be quite possible.
“We will have 10,000 people on the first day.”
I don’t back down.
“Another 10,000 people will come the next day.”
[…] … .]
“Three days and four days. This time, 20,000 people will come. And everyone will die under the mountains. Corpses will pile up and the mountain will become a forest made of bones and flesh, not trees.”
The reason why the mountains are strong is because they are located in the mountains. Are such mountains dirty?
“Five days.”
I pretended to spread my fingers and declared.
“In just five days, the mountain government will collapse.”
[…] … .]
“Sangun.”
The outstretched hand goes down naturally. He held it out to Sangun as if asking for a handshake.
“Deius Verdi, the second son of the Verdi family, will swear here. “I will protect your home.”
[…] … you.]
“No human beings will touch it carelessly. “If anyone dares to raise the human flag here, I will kill them first.”
[…] … .]
“So, Sangun.”
A blunt but extremely cold voice came out. The temperature in North Sweden seemed to have an effect on me too.
“Please help me.”
* * *
“Hmm?”
Findenai, who was resting at a post at the top of North Wedden Mountain, felt a strange sensation while lighting a candle.
It’s not Mana, but it’s the feeling of a glance at the back of one’s neck.
An ordinary person would have simply felt something was wrong and passed over it, but Finden Eye was different.
Possessing senses comparable to that of an animal, she jumped up, snatching the ax that was next to her.
Her colleagues, who were relieving the fatigue of battle and planning a plan to plunder North Weden, asked in puzzlement.
“What’s going on?”
“Why are you doing that?”
Even though Findenai was the leader of the resistance scrap metal dealer, they were all like one family, so there was no formality.
In the first place, if we were to consider formalities among former slaves, wouldn’t it seem like a back alley game of boss play imitating adults?
“Something is coming.”
Breathing out a deep puff of tobacco smoke, Findenai went straight outside. Her colleagues at the guard post follow her, holding their weapons tightly.
Although it was simply a feeling, they absolutely believed in and followed Findenai’s ‘feel’.
“Ha, the follow-up team will be here soon.”
“Why not just take the time? Did the idiot Count Nari finally ask for support?”
The members of the scrap metal dealer were surprised that Darius Verdi had chosen the citizens of North Sweden over his family, but Findeneye ignored them and kept his gaze far away.
“Whoa.”
I take out the tobacco that was in my mouth. Although Jangcho had not yet taken a few sips, he realized that it was not the time to take a bite.
“It’s not like that.”
Turning her wrist, Findeneye caught sight of a man walking through the pouring snow.
“The enemy is one man.”
“one?”
“yes?”
One of the members, the only one holding a sniper rifle, puts his eye on the scope and shouts.
“Really! “A man wearing a coat and holding a cane is coming this way alone!”
“Surrender?”
“Or are you planning on negotiating?”
The members of the scrap metal dealer were released after hearing that there was only one person, but Findeneye held the ax more tightly than ever before.
And the reports from the sniper continue.
“Wow, it looks like you’re a wizard! “Every time we move forward, the accumulated snow is melting on its own!”
“A noble wizard.”
“If you look at them, all the Griffin nobles are little guys who only know how to look cool?”
“The guy who came to surrender or negotiate is already making a bad first impression.”
Finden Eye reacted sharply to his comrades who were still unable to understand the situation.
“Brainless people, come to your senses. “You said ‘enemy.’”
“yes?”
“… … ?”
At that time, a ball of burning flame flies in. Magic that is neither huge nor threatening.
Findeneye was not at all alert and swung his ax, accurately splitting the fire pit in half.
“… … !”
His eyes turn to the fire pit he split in half.
The fireball splits in half and merges into one again.
Then, it twisted its trajectory in the air and rushed towards Findeneye once again.
[Kyahahahaha!]
With a horrifying scream.
Huh!
The fire pit split once again. However, they came together again as if nothing had happened.
Starting from that, large and small fireballs rained down from the wizard.
[Kill! Let’s kill it!]
[Free! f*cking freedom!]
[Let’s quench our thirst with blood and fill our stomachs with flesh!]
[Immigrants! Receive the mace!]
“W-what!”
“Magic speaks! Hey, get into formation!”
“Even if you cut it down, it comes back! Stand back to back and form a square!”
Fireballs containing various voices were moving around in the sky at random as if they had their own will, devouring the falling snow.
In the meantime, Findeneye’s blood-red eyes glared at the coat-clad wizard who was approaching this direction without stopping.
“Necromancer… … !”
The identity of the guy who calls me like he’s chewing. Findeneye growled as if it was going to bite at any moment.
Deius Verdi doesn’t even look at him and clicks his tongue in a low voice that rivals the cold of the mountains.
“Go and eat them, you damn demons.”
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