I sneaked back and quickly caught it. Like a mother cat carrying her kitten, he grabbed it by its back and carried it straight into the alley.
It was such a melee that no one noticed. With a happy heart, I hugged(?) Cilan and left.
And we ended up here.
With Silan at her side, Christine continued running. He wanders through alleys and alleys, avoiding groups of escaped slaves, and heads to the Chatan Royal Palace.
“Go back, Cilan. To the nest of our love.”
‘You don’t remember making anything like that?’
“I think our love is deepening as we run away from a love we only heard about, Cilan.”
‘It’s not an escape of love, it’s an escape after kidnapping!’
Of course, Silan’s reply only flowed inside. Because my mouth was covered with that big hand.
Cilan slumped his shoulders. He was exhausted from struggling so much that he no longer had the energy to do anything evil. All he could do was spit out curses in his mind again and again.
‘shit! I can’t be dragged away like this! Is there some way? ‘Can someone please pass by here?’
Just like that, Christine was turning around an alley.
A clear voice was heard from the top of the building.
“oh? “Young saint?”
Christine and Cilan raised their heads at the same time. With the moon behind, someone’s silhouette was reflected.
She is about 170 centimeters tall, has a pitifully thin body, and is dressed wildly, with a short skirt and cloth barely covering her chest and lower body. The entire body is covered with blue skin, and all kinds of different patterns are drawn on it. Big eyes like bells, a sharp nose, and small molars slightly visible between plump lips.
A troll woman, a girl who had not yet reached maturity.
The troll girl threw herself, shaking her dozens of braided hair. The girl asked curiously as she landed lightly on the floor.
“What are you doing here?”
The troll girl was so oblivious that even when she saw Cilan being held with her mouth covered, she just tilted her head with an idiotic expression.
“Abababab!”
Silan’s airway and mouth were clogged, and he urgently rolled his eyes.
‘No, doesn’t it look like you’re being kidnapped? huh?’
I don’t know who it is, but since it’s a troll, it’s definitely not an enemy. Silan kept talking and sending messages with his eyes.
‘Run away quickly and call someone!’
He looked at Christine with an urgent expression, frowned, and stared at the troll girl with as pitiful eyes as possible. I keep sending out silent cries in her eyes.
Cilan’s expression was so earnest that even the dull troll girl’s eyes changed.
“ah? “You are the enemy!”
No, of course, in Zeppelin, except for the foreign races and the humans from Antares, everyone is an enemy. Have you realized that now?
The girl shouted sharply, pulling out two daggers made of bone from behind her back.
“Put down the young saint! human!”
A light of despair appeared in Silan’s eyes.
Even though Christine has serious mental problems, she is at least an excellent paladin whose skills never fail. A troll, or even a small girl like that, is not someone to deal with on her own. (Height of 170 centimeters is short enough by troll standards.)
Why are you trying to fight when running away right away isn’t enough? I heard that gecko lizards and dragons are scary, but they are just like that.
‘hey! Why are you fighting? I told you to bring reinforcements quickly!’
Sadly, Cilan’s silent cries did not reach the troll girl.
Without even understanding the topic, the troll girl lowers her posture as if she is going to attack her at any moment. Christine muttered absentmindedly.
“Are you a female troll? “Why is something like that in the city?”
Even though she was faced with a troll known as a monster, Christine did not look nervous at all. She was a powerful paladin who could easily take down one or two of her trolls, but the bigger reason for her was that the troll in front of her was a woman.
Like most creatures in nature, trolls also have men who are much more flashy than women. Troll-specific features, such as rough skin, hooked nose, cheekbones, and chin, are all much better developed in males.
Simply put, female trolls don’t look as scary as their male counterparts.
Compared to the troll men, whom even Repenhardt sometimes flinched when they met at night, most troll women had a gentle appearance. In particular, this troll girl had smooth skin and almost no features such as cheekbones or chin, making her look quite pretty even by human aesthetic standards.
Even if the opponent is a troll, how would you be nervous if a slender-looking young girl tried to hold a dagger?
Christine let out a laugh, removed her hand from Cilan’s mouth, and pulled out her sword.
“under? “Now you’re running wild about useless things?”
Silan, whose mouth was free thanks to this, shouted.
“Run away! “Run away!”
But it was already too late, and Christine’s sword fired and flew straight towards the troll girl. She intends to rip off her head with one blow and go on her way again. Thinking of the tragedy that would ensue, Cilan let out her curse.
“shit!”
Suddenly the troll girl started dancing, shaking her head. The sonorous lyrics flowed from between my lips.
“My body grows tall and kicks the green juniper forest!”
Taang!
The troll girl’s daggers crossed and blocked Christine’s stab. Surprisingly, the troll girl was able to take Christine’s blow without difficulty even with her slim body. Cilan opened her eyes wide.
“Oh?”
Not only that, but it goes straight into a counterattack!
“Aaaah!”
The troll girl let out an odd hum and stabbed Christine. The two daggers dance and aim for Christine’s torso. Christine came to her senses and swung her sword seriously.
Snap clap clap!
Dozens of sword strikes occur in an instant. He continues to tease Christine’s vision with strange, dancing-like movements, flicking her waist and wrists and stabbing the dagger at strange angles.
Christine, seeing this movement for the first time, was unable to counterattack and was pushed back.
“Ugh! “What, what is this?”
The troll girl pointed her finger at Christine, who was taking a step back.
“The exposed veins are throbbing, and the burden is so heavy that I am tottering!”
Suddenly, Christine’s arm moved on its own and lost sight of Cilan. Silan, who was released, fell to the floor and rolled around.
Christine screamed in worry at the sight of Cilan rolling on the floor.
“Ouch! Silan! Are you hurt? “I’m not like that!”
Of course, Silan thought what was going on and left right away. Without even having time to get up, he crawled on all fours and pulled away as much as he could.
However, Christine was unable to pick up Silan again. The troll girl did not give him a chance and attacked again.
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“Arararara!”
With a sonorous humming, two daggers disturb the field of vision. Christine held the sword with both hands and seriously countered the attack. After all, she is a paladin by name, and then the troll girl is pushed back again.
“How dare this monster!”
Christine shouted and threw a horizontal slash. To avoid the sword strike, the troll girl jumped into the air. The way she flips and lands lightly looks so agile that even a cat would cry. Christine let out a heartbreaking cry at her distant troll girl.
“How dare you hurt Silan!”
“… … ?”
The troll girl rolled her eyes. Christine’s voice was so full of sincerity that for a moment she even thought, ‘Did I do something wrong?’
The girl looked back at Cilan and asked in an uncertain voice.
“… … Are you hurt? Maybe they’re not enemies… … .”
Silan waved his hand with a straight face.
“It’s completely fine! You don’t have to worry about it! “That woman is definitely my enemy!”
The troll girl laughed.
“Ah, thank goodness. I thought I made a mistake. “I’m so clueless, hehehe.”
It seemed like he really didn’t have any sense, even to the point where he was aware of it. Cilan, who only then came to her senses, looked at her troll girl and asked.
“… … “But who are you?”
Even Cilan could recognize the trick she used just now.
It’s a troll spell.
I didn’t realize that such a young girl could be a shaman, but when I looked closely, I saw that the long molars, a characteristic of troll gurus, were also sticking out between her lips.
‘Could that kid be a troll shaman?’
“Ah, young saint, you don’t know me.”
The troll girl smiled brightly and greeted me.
“Hello, young saint. “My name is Atilka’s Paguru, Titima.”
Paguru is a troll word meaning successor.
Cilan was surprised.
‘Is such a young girl Atilca’s successor?’
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Orcs worship their ancestors, so they have no gods they believe in and follow.
And the trolls had no other tribal gods to believe in and follow.
Trolls are people who worship nature itself and the flow of the world itself. Like other races, they do not regard a single ‘personal’ being called God as the object of absolute faith.
Nature itself contains everything. In it, day and night, light and darkness, tranquility and chaos, fireworks and waterfalls coexist.
The mental culture of trolls is to recognize everything and pursue the fundamentals without distinction or distinction.
So, for trolls, there is no meaning to dividing status into warriors, priests, wizards, etc. There are only shamans and gurus who try to get infinitely closer to nature.
Living according to the flow of nature is the right life, so the teachings of the guru who are closest to nature are the way of life and the goal. If you follow the Guru’s teachings, everything will be successful.
The trolls’ entire lives are based on the troll guru’s magic. All activities such as building a house, breeding, and obtaining food require the power of magic. A troll shaman is a warrior who protects the tribe, a doctor who heals sick children, a priest and priest in charge of the spirit of the tribe, and a king who leads the destiny of the tribe.
As such, troll gurus had to have great responsibility and power, and successors were not usually chosen carefully.
But Atilka, who is not an ordinary guru, is the successor to the great guru who is respected even among trolls?
“Hey… … .”
Cilan looked at Titima and stuck out his tongue. As expected of a troll, she was slim and tall, but her skinny arms and legs and slender waist did not look strong at all. Well, most trolls have that body type. Atilca has an unusually thick body.
‘Still, I thought it would be a very bulky and strong troll who would succeed Atilca… … .’
“Why are you doing this, young saint?”
Titima tilted her head as Cilan’s eyes stared at her. Silan waved his hand in regret.
“Oh, it’s nothing. And please just call me Cilan. A young saint, won… … .”
A saint is a truly burdensome title. Well, the real burden is not on the ‘saint’ side but on the ‘young’ side.
‘I’m now 20, but why am I still being told that I’m young?’
Titima smiled broadly and nodded.
“huh! okay! Cilan!”
‘No, I didn’t tell you to speak informally…’ … .’
It’s unfair to only show respect to this person when the other person has spoken. Silan also quietly let go of his words.
“Anyway, that woman is an enemy, an enemy. Understand?”
In case he was mistaken, Silan pointed his finger and emphasized it once again.
“huh! That woman, the enemy!”
Meanwhile, Christine was holding a sword and her face was turning red. Silan, who had run away, suddenly saw that troll girl and just stared at her, unable to come to his senses.
‘This is why a man must hold on so tightly that he can’t take his eyes off me!’
Christine was convinced. Indeed, if you hold on tight and then let go, doesn’t that make you look the other way? She seems to be very confused between the physical and the mental, but that’s the kind of woman Christine was.
“How dare you bewitch our Cilan!”
With a roar, Christine rushed at Titima. An ordinary person would have been taken aback by Christine’s foolish words, but since Titima was also a fairly obtuse type, she didn’t really care. If you say that Silan is an enemy, then it must be an enemy, right?
“Orororo… … .”
