Episode 33
The size of the sheep, the firm fur, and the elastic muscles hidden within it were the same. Even though its fighting power and madness had decreased compared to before, if this thing had decided to attack, it would not be subdued by one or two knights.
“If the mark has disappeared, then even if I kill you, you won’t release a lot of magical power.”
Maeeeeeeee.
As if he understood what I was saying, the sheep kept bowing its head. Its feeble cries did not bother me.
‘It’s nothing.’
As I thought about it, my wariness of sheep disappeared as if it had been washed away.
“I won’t kill you.”
I had intended to leave him alone. If it were him, he would probably become the ruler of the forest of whims and live a life of luxury.
Under the pretext of missing the mutant sheep, he intended to hunt in the Forest of Change for a few more days.
The efficiency of the Aura method has also increased, so it is possible to order Inferno to catch a wild beast by roasting it whole.
Maeeeeeeee.
The mutant sheep followed me, with the blood wolf cub clinging closely to its side.
The two of them seemed to have a connection, and they walked lightly, matching their strides. Although I had never given permission, Byun Jong-yang seemed determined to follow me.
“Do as you wish, you little thing.”
It suddenly occurred to me that the baby blood wolves and mutant sheep had no names.
‘You can give them any name that’s easy to call. Shylock? That’s too flashy… … Paloma and Annes?’
Shylock was the greatest knight in the history of the Marquis of Hebron. Paloma was the knight of the wind, who had an aura of the wind attribute, and Anne was the knight of water.
‘Is it too ordinary?’
As I was about to compile a list of people from the history of the Kingdom of Zeno, a group of people approached me.
At the forefront was Sir Brown.
The knights of Hebron and the wizard Batman, who had received the hunter’s call, came running to rescue me. Brown, who was running with his sword in hand, smiled brightly as soon as he saw me.
“My Lord, are you alright? A mutant sheep that eats mutant bears has appeared… …!”
Maeeeeeeee.
A large sheep came out, trotting through the bushes. A baby sheep was beside it.
Sir Brown raised his aura and aimed his sword at the sheep. Then the sheep cried out and hid behind me.
“It’s all done. The bear carcass is behind you, so take good care of it. Its chest has been ripped open and its heart is gone, but the rest of it is in good shape.”
“Hey, is this guy okay?”
To anyone who saw it, the sheep was not normal. It was too big for a sheep, its fur was blackened, and its hair was cut in a sparse and straight line. It was cut with a sword imbued with aura.
The round, curled horns of the sheep were so large that even a knight would not be able to support them.
“I went crazy for a bit, but I’m okay now.”
Meeeee!
As the sheep shouted in agreement, the wizard Batman asked me.
“Are you really going to take that and raise it too?”
“Because he’s more docile than a blood wolf.”
“It would be a good idea to wear restraints in the territory.”
Batman was very interested in the mutant sheep. It was no wonder, as there were no records of mutant sheep anywhere. Perhaps this sheep was the first mutant sheep in the history of the Kingdom of Zenon.
“You make one. Normal restraints won’t be able to hold them. If you really don’t think it’ll work, you can make one that mimics the shape of a restraint. Charge Amy for the cost.”
“Yes, Baron.”
As we walked towards the main road, Zylson’s men also arrived. They were riding along the side road.
‘If this guy had a mark on his forehead, most of them would have died or been injured.’
The once dangerous sheep became so docile that it became a coward.
‘If properly trained, it will be more useful than a blood wolf. This tough fur will also be useful.’
When I came here and checked, the sheep’s wool was still hard. It was difficult to cut it without a sword imbued with aura.
Four knights from the House of Zielson came toward me.
The knight leading them was, surprisingly, Ambrose de Gilson.
“Where is the monster?”
Although Ambrose had stepped down from his position as Grand Master, his actual rank was higher than mine. A Grand Master of a Viscount’s house was considered higher than an average baron.
“I took care of it. It was a mutant bear.”
“A bear? I heard it was a sheep?”
“The bear killed the sheep, and I caught the sheep.”
“You caught the sheep that even killed the mutant bear?”
“There is no reason to lie.”
I gestured with my eyes to the huge sheep trailing behind me.
Ambrod’s eyes sharpened. I was used to that look.
It was a look of jealousy.
If Ambrod had been of the bloodline of the Duke of Bray, he would have been praised. It is common sense in the Bray family that jealousy is the key to growth.
Ambrod, on horseback, had two legs. One was a prosthetic leg, and judging by its exquisite appearance, it seemed to be the ‘Baryan leg’.
‘Did you end up accepting the Count’s proposal?’
Baryan’s legs were prosthetic limbs that helped him with daily life, but he was unable to fight as a knight.
Rather, that leg would be the knight’s weak point.
Ambrose seemed to have accepted the position of ‘Face of the Knights’ offered by Viscount Jailson. His role was to be dragged around to all sorts of events, to talk about past glories, and to socialize with nobles who admired knighthood.
“Why?”
“What are you talking about?”
“How can you grow so fast? You’re from Hebron, so why…?”
Ambrod became emotional. His face turned red and he clenched his fists.
His disability had nothing to do with me. And yet he tried to blame me. No, he blamed everything around him.
“Have you read the book I gave you?”
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“Would you like to check it out?”
It wasn’t a provocation. It was more like a polite request.
There were several other reporters besides me who noticed that Ambrod’s voice was trembling.
They looked at Ambrod with a puzzled expression. They noticed his earnest eyes and pretended not to notice him.
‘Your attitude is rotten.’
“If you wish, come to Hebron.”
“I’ll go tomorrow.”
It was a quick answer, like the swordsmanship he used to display during his prime. He also had the look of someone who would come to me as soon as the moon rose and then insist that it would be tomorrow because the sun had set.
“Eat breakfast and take your time. Send someone in advance to let them know that you are coming.”
* * *
Bullfight and Syang.
The baby blood sheep were named Bulph, and the mutant sheep were named Syang.
Wulf had adapted completely to Hebron. He ate the pieces of meat thrown to him by the soldiers, and when he was full, he leaned against the shaded wall and fell asleep.
Since he was not a mutant and had never been branded, he was free to walk around with only a leash around his neck. The leash had a tag that said, “Property of the Baron of Hebron.”
Mutant Yang Syang could not leave the castle. This was partly because they never knew when their wild nature would be revealed, but more importantly, it was due to the wizard Batman’s obsession.
“This fur is harder than steel!”
Although Batman was a wizard employed by the Serpens Lord, he resided in the Hebron Lord’s Magic Laboratory as if he were a direct wizard of Hebron.
Batman took some of the sheep’s fur and measured its hardness, strength, and toughness.
The wool of the sheep was superior to steel in many ways. It was comparable to the ‘Murray wire’ produced by the latest alchemy.
“It feels soft and warm to the touch. The lightness is the great thing about this fur.”
“Doesn’t this look like it could even stop an arrow?”
Batman picked up a bundle of Swan’s fur. The fur was so tightly woven that there was no space for an arrow to enter.
This type of research is much better done by observing things with your own eyes rather than by formulating hypotheses and testing them.
I called in Brown, who was practicing his swordsmanship at the training grounds. He was one of the best archers in Hebron. He was able to fire arrows with a little bit of aura.
“Brown, hit this with an arrow.”
Ss …
Brown aimed at a clump of fur hanging on the wall. The arrow failed to penetrate the clump of fur, but got tangled in it and dangled.
Batman’s eyes widened as he retrieved and examined the fur ball.
“Oh! It doesn’t even have a scratch.”
“Brown, this time, try shooting an arrow with an aura.”
“The difference in power won’t be that big.”
Aura had a dispersive nature.
This is why when knights first learned aura, they focused on increasing their physical abilities. After gaining some experience, they could put an aura on their swords, and in the same way, they could put an aura on bows and arrows. The problem was that the amount of aura decreased exponentially after the arrow left the bowstring.
‘It’s not like there’s no solution at all.’
I know the archery of Sir Fritz, the Bowmaster who was active in the early days of the Zenon Kingdom. The Duke of Braiot did not try to restore Sir Fritz’s archery because he was considered the best swordsman. I have memorized the original text, although some of the content has been lost, if not restored.
“It’s okay, just get closer and shoot.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Brown’s bow glowed faintly. He focused his aura on the arrow instead of the bow, then lightly released the bowstring that had been pulled with all his might.
Ss …
The arrow flew with a violent spin, burrowed into the fur, and embedded itself in the wall.
“The fur is intact. If we could weave this fur a little tighter, it would make a good armor. How much wool do you have?”
“I have to cut it down.”
Syang carried his tangled fur around like a bundle. Having lived in the forest of change all his life, he probably had never had his fur shaved.
“Brown, you go and shave the sheep’s fur. Be careful. If you cut even a little flesh, he might go crazy and run wild. If you can’t do it alone, you can call another knight and have him do it with you.”
“insect!”
* * *
The fur of the strays could only be cut with a sword imbued with aura. The knights wore thick leather gloves to work, as trying to forcibly untangle the tangled fur could result in their fingers being cut off first.
Meeeeeee.
The shaved Swan was so small that it looked smaller than a wolf.
The guy seemed to like his lighter body, as he walked briskly and lightly.
“Now let’s see how long it takes for your hair to grow back. If I feed it some herbal medicine that is good for hair loss, will its hair grow faster?”
I knew of several remedies whose efficacy had not been proven. Hair loss was one of the tragedies that could not be overcome even with medicine and divine power.
dripping.
I could guess who it was just by the knock. There was a noise from beyond the door. I answered and told them to come in.
My father’s clothes became more and more extravagant day by day. At first, he seemed to be imitating the fashion trends of the capital city as I had told him, but now he was making clothes in his own way.
My father wore a jacket that looked like it was made by cutting different colored jackets vertically. The green and black made an unexpected harmony, and my father added a point by wrapping a white scarf around it.
‘Was my father such a generous person?’
It was usually difficult to even try on clothes with ordinary courage.
“Hmm! People say that our son has a wool that is strong, light, and warm. If it doesn’t bother you, can I look at it?”
My father couldn’t hide his excitement at the appearance of the new wool. The moment I heard his voice, I remembered something I had heard before.
-It’s okay if you’re wrong. No, there’s nothing wrong from the beginning. So trust your instincts. Trust yourself as I trust you. Son, go your own way.
