Chapter 138 – 134 the Road to Saints
Little by little.
Rustle…… Rustle.
Dream…….
=…… Ryang, shhh……. Still…… I’m going to wake you up…….=
Sarak. Beat… Beat…….
Hwanin, who had closed his eyes with his back leaning on the side of the emergency rations, was quickly awakened from a light sleep by the sound of rustling around him.
A faint dampness and a grassy smell passed through the tip of the nose. The crackling bonfire and whispers.
When I raised my head and opened my eyes, I met Isilite, who was walking stealthily with her waterproof cloak spread out with both hands.
=…….=
“…….”
Hwanin, who suddenly felt a strong sense of dampness, looked around him and could see a thick fog filling all directions in white.
“It’s a huge fog.”
= Oh, yes. It started wearing little by little about 2 hours ago, and then it suddenly got thicker. Master, here’s a waterproof cloak.=
“Well.”
I get up and swipe down the leather clothes, and my hands are wet.
After roughly shaking off his hands and putting down his waterproof cloak, Hwanin stood up and looked around him.
Fog that can’t even see 10m ahead.
I tried activating Spirit Sight, but the vision only turned a very faint green, nothing like looking through the fog.
If the fog is pale green to the soul’s vision, it means that it is not harmful to the body.
‘Is there a water source nearby or is it a lowered cloud passing by?’
Since the plains I went to here are highlands, it would be safe to assume that low clouds were passing by.
= Master. I’ll prepare breakfast.=
“Okay.”
As Hwanin begins to warm up with light stretching, the emergency food also stretches out its neck, shakes its tail feathers, or spreads its wings to warm up along with it.
Then, like a kurti, he roamed around, prying rocks with his claws and digging the ground to find and eat insects.
After stretching, Hwanin wrapped himself in a waterproof cloak and watched the emergency rations while chatting with Kurti.
Que.
Kurti, who pushed and rolled a rock weighing hundreds of kilograms with her legs, cried at the emergency rations, and the emergency rations rushed towards it.
Coot? Coo.
Que~.
Kyup.
Kurti pecked at the bugs hiding under the rocks with the tip of his beak, as if to show off his emergency food, and began digging into the soft ground with his thick, thick claws.
And at the end of Kurti’s beak, which had beaked for an instant, a small animal like a mole was caught and struggling.
Quet!
The emergency rations quickly pecked at them with their beaks, then swallowed them in one bite.
It may have taken Kurti’s food, but it wasn’t. Kurti was providing emergency food in the first place.
“Isilite. Was Kurti also a female?”
=Yes. Kurti is treating her emergency rations like a baby. She must have been looking at emergency food since she was a child. =
Certainly, if you look at it that way, Kurti’s behavior is understandable.
It was an emergency ration that she had been learning from Kurti about many things she needed to know as a Que ever since she left Wayford.
From the classification of grass that can be eaten, that is painful to eat, and that is delicious to eat, where to dig to eat insects and where small animals are hiding, how to stretch, how to communicate with one’s own people, how to trim feathers, and so on.
Emergency food has been with her since she was a pup.
Because of that, in Kurti’s view, emergency rations don’t know anything that Kue needs to know…. She was a hwanin who thought she might have looked like an incompetent child.
‘Come to think of it, why was the emergency food there alone?’
Hwanin shook his head slightly as he recalled the time when he was caught by a paralyzing bead he threw while trying to eat a corona berry.
Being left alone with emergency food, which was like a baby, must mean that the whole family died. He couldn’t tell the difference between enemies, so he flew close to where he was and tried to eat the corona berries.
= Master. Breakfast is ready.=
Breakfast was an American-style hot dog made with eggs, meat, and vegetables sandwiched between thick bread and topped with sweet sauce.
“Eat well.”
=I will eat well.=
Originally, sausages had to be inserted, but instead of sausages that could not be obtained, the hot dogs made by roasting dry-aged meat on a heated plate were of high quality, worthy of high evaluation even in the taste evaluation of Hwanin.
Juicy patties, crunchy vegetables, slightly sour yet sweet sauce, and the spicy taste of pepper sprinkled in between.
It tastes much better than what you get at a specialty hamburger or hot dog joint. This must be because Isilite is good at cooking.
=Does it suit your taste?=
“Okay. It’s delicious.”
At Hwanin’s praise, Isilite laughs happily, wiggles her fingers, and gobbles up the hot dog.
“How about the preservation bag? Seeing that the vegetables are still fresh, the effect doesn’t seem bad.”
= This is really great. It’s great that you can flip it upside down to keep it clean. If I had known it would be this good, I would have bought more food ingredients from the village…… I made a mistake.=
“A normal subspace pouch must be difficult to clean.”
=As for the maid technician training, there was magic tool cleaning. Among them, cleaning the preservation bag was the most difficult. You shouldn’t turn it inside out, and if you don’t clean the inside thoroughly, traces of the previously inserted items may get on or become contaminated with the newly inserted items…….=
The size of the preservation bag is not small, and if you turn it over, the technique may be broken, so you have to put your hands in and clean it.
=But if you take out the phase stone, it becomes a normal bag. Whoever invented this must be a genius.=
I wonder if that’s why you carefully touched the preservation bag last night.
When she returned after finishing her meal and packing emergency rations and Kurti’s meals, Isilite, who was tidying up her camp, held up a heated plate tool and admired it.
= It’s definitely convenient because there are magic tools. It’s hard to light a fire when the fog is so bad.=
There is a bit of sadness in her voice when she says that.
“Are there any other necessary magic tools?”
=Well, I wish I had a preservation box. It should be like this.=
It shows a hand-drawn rectangular box measuring approximately 70cm x 40cm in width and height.
“Is it a container for seasoning?”
= Yep. She’s seen in the maid technologist’s office, and it’s a little box for seasonings and sauces. I put it there, so no matter how much time passes, the salt or sugar doesn’t get soggy and the sauce doesn’t dry out.
Seeing as she answered as soon as I asked, she seemed to have been wanting it quite a bit.
“Let’s save it from the Farghist. If there’s anything else you need, I’ll buy it for you, so think about it in advance.”
=Yes!=
The three most important factors in human life are food, clothing and shelter.
For no other reason, he was a Hwanin who was willing to spend a certain amount of money for a satisfying meal.
Because a delicious meal increases the satisfaction of life.
Today is the third day since I left Carton Village.
=Master.=
Hwanin, who had left the movement to emergency food and repeated mental concentration and meditation training, turned his head toward Isilite’s calling while taking a break.
= The fog is so bad, wouldn’t it be better to wait until it clears before moving? It’s been a while since the sun came up, but I’ve never seen a fog like this that doesn’t clear…….=
Hwanin looked around at the sound of a slightly anxious voice.
It was the time when it was 10 o’clock. Instead of reducing the density of the fog, it feels like it is getting thicker. When I woke up in the morning, I was about 10m away, but now I can barely see 5m ahead.
Running is dangerous because the field of vision is limited, so we only have emergency food to walk.
‘Usually the fog disappears when the sun rises.’
As I follow the road through the green grass in the fog that is so thick that it looks white, I can hear bruises, emergency food and even Kurti’s footsteps strangely.
Isilithe, who had been following her on a kurti, also looks around her, perhaps confused by her unfamiliar senses.
“Isilite. Have you ever heard of such a tale about fog?”
=Yes. I haven’t heard of this at the Maid Technician.=
‘I guess it’s either because it’s a common phenomenon, so it didn’t come out, or we’re experiencing a rare situation.’
Hwanin had gathered information about the road to Farhisto before leaving Carton Village.
The mistake of almost getting lost is enough to make once when heading to Carton Village.
The information obtained in this way was that it was about 13 days from the village of Carton to Farkhest, the capital city, and the route was not complicated.
The road is blocked by high and low cliffs, making it winding, but there is a road made between Carton and Farkhist by many people, so if you follow the road well, you will arrive at Farhist.
Of course, the 13 days required is the case of walking. You have to pass through one of the villages along the way.
And there was no unusual weather like now in the information.
I looked at the water droplets on the outside of my waterproof cloak and the feathers of my emergency rations, then I brushed off the cloak. Drops of water pour down like rain.
Quet~.
The emergency food that was suddenly hit by water shakes its body and wings to shake off the water.
I run through her hair and it drenches it as if I had washed it.
“For now, keep going. Isilite, give me the rope.”
Wet hair, wet eyelashes, wet lips.
Could this be the face of the man in the melancholy? Isilite, who was frantically spying on Hwanin’s face after sweeping it all back, moved her body before her head and pulled out a 15m long rope from her pocket.
Hwanin, who received it and tied it to the neck strap of his emergency rations, handed the end over to Isilite and said,
“Tie it to Kurti’s neck as well.”
Isilite tied it up as she was told, and then asked Hwanin why.
= Because if you fall because of the fog, it will be difficult for you to meet again? =
“There is such a thing, but there is a story of a marine monster called Sirens where I live.”
There are many variations, but the rough ending is that Isilite put on a devastated expression when I told him that he seduced a seaman with his singing voice and drowned him in the sea.
=Seducing people with songs and drowning them to death is a scary story.=
“You can see that the situation is similar now. When she hears a singing voice that seems to pull her soul out of the thick fog where she can’t see anything, she will step towards it without realizing it, and the monster hiding in the fog…….”
As Hwanin continues to explain, Isilite’s complexion becomes pale as if she is reminded of the situation.
= So, what do you do? Do you cover your ears?=
“Can you stop the flying magic with both hands? If you hear any strange noises, tell me immediately. I will make you come to your senses even if you beat me up.”
=…… What if the owner also gets caught?=
“I have a constitution that is less affected by phase power.”
= Ah. Yes, master.=
A constitution that is less affected by phase power, Isilite had never heard of such a constitution, but he did not doubt it.
What the master says will always be right.
I looked at Isilite, who tightened her grip on the reins, and looked at me lightly.
‘I’ve been here for three days, so in about five days, I’ll be a farhist.’
He said that there was one more village between the town of Carton and the Saint Farkhist. However, he was a Hwanin who did not intend to stop by the village.
Not because of the commotion in Carton. Since it’s a small village in the first place, even if the story spreads, if you visit and ask for a crackdown, the naive villagers will readily accept your request.
That is the reason why they appeared and acted in villages such as Yulkam, Etbruk, and Maestig. After ending the sexual misfortune, she always gathered people together and made requests close to compulsion.
He said that he wanted to keep his mouth shut about himself, and that he wanted to avoid being disturbed by the turmoil of his surroundings.
However, places where thousands or tens of thousands of people live, such as villages or cities, are different. Somewhere the story flows.
For this reason, he was a Hwanin who planned to tour the nearby villages and villages after finishing his errands in Farkhist.
As expected, she would stay in Farghest for as long as she had spent in Wayford, and interest would subside somewhat after that amount of time.
Woong- Woong-
Leave her movement to emergency food and unleash the soul orbs on her left arm to start mental concentration training along with orb manipulation.
……….
……….
“…….”
Hwanin slightly twitched one of his eyebrows.
When you start handling soul beads, you can’t hear the laughter of the spirits.
‘Looks like there’s something in this fog.’
He couldn’t feel it because of his constitution, but by the time the idea that there was something in the fog gradually grew closer to certainty.
“…… ?”
Hwanin felt a weak wind blowing from the right side.
When I woke up in the morning, there hadn’t been any wind blowing, so what was the sudden wind?
When I narrowed his eyes and looked to the right, the emergency rations stopped, and he stopped and turned his head to the right.
When the emergency rations stopped, Kurti, who was connected, also stopped walking, and Isilite, who was nervous, swallowed her saliva and called for Hwanin.
= Lord, master…… ?=
Hook-
That was the moment. As the wind blows a little stronger, the fog is scattered and the density is disturbed.
Following…….
————.
The black, huge eyes looked this way and passed through the fog.
“…… !”
=Hey?!=
At the same time as pulling out the soul stick, untie the rope tied to the neck of the emergency ration. And in the blink of an eye, he spread the command to himself, Isilite, emergency food, and Kurti, and created 3 4-stacked soul arrows and 3 4-stacked soul explosions at once.
“…….”
It was an eye as tall as himself riding on the back of the emergency rations. She was so big that I couldn’t even see what she looked like.
What was it?
………….
An eerie silence follows. The sound of her beating heart echoes in her eardrums.
And then, a sound that seemed to vibrate the atmosphere resonated from an unknown distance, whether it was from a distance or near.
Woooooh
‘Whale cries?’
I’ve never heard the actual sound, so I don’t know. However, the sound of the whale heard in the National Geographic video came from Asrai.
Wooooo…….
It was when the second cry was heard.
“…… ?!”
Not only the spirit that is being commanded, but also the skills that have been set up, and even the soul beads stored in the left forearm escape from the body.
=Uh, master?=
“…….”
42 sphere-shaped spirits were floating in the air as if they were rustling…….
Wooooo…….
When the third cry erupted, it flew off in the direction it had come, rustling as if to visit her mother.
The necromantic effect disappeared, and with the calming heartbeat, the density of the fog that filled the surroundings quickly began to fade.
Fog that recedes hundreds of meters in just a few breaths.
= Lord, master over there!=
In the midst of such fog, I witnessed something like a whale’s tail fin moving leisurely.
Even though they are hundreds of meters away, they look as tall as a building with dozens of floors.
= Uh…….=
The whale’s tail, which had white dots on its dark blue color, soon disappeared into the fog, and Hwanin realized belatedly that the white dots on the whale’s skin were the soul.
The fog, which had been so thick that one could not see an inch ahead, receded like a light morning mist in just a few minutes, revealing an ordinary highland-like surrounding landscape.
Coo~.
Quet?
Que.
Cue!
Hearing the conversation between Kurti and emergency food, Hwanin looked around.
The spirits that were always visible are nowhere to be seen. No matter how absent, I always saw more than 10 bodies, but there really isn’t one.
=Master, what the heck…….=
“It may have been a messenger guiding souls to the garden of the gods.”
=Yes?=
“There is a spirit attached to that whale. All the spirits I had with me also followed. Even now, there are no spirits around.”
Isilite opens her mouth slightly.
=That, I’ve never heard of a lion like that…….=
“…….”
There is no Internet, and the custom of handing down knowledge through books to future generations has hardly been established.
It is natural to know more about what you don’t know than what you know.
Putting the black spear back into the saddle, Hwanin lightly touched the side of the emergency ration.
“Branch.”
=Yes, yes.=
Isilite, who lightly touched Kurti’s side with her heel and pushed her forward, recalled the mysterious cries of her soul being purified, and then a small smile appeared on her lips.
‘I guess that big creature also cared about its master, right?’
In her 28 years of life she had never heard of such a mysterious creature. And she hadn’t even heard of such a creature appearing in this area.
In other words, Isilite thought that there was no way the creature could have appeared near the master by chance.
Isilite looked at Hwanin’s back and pressed his left nipple.
The pounding heartbeat tickles the palms.
It was Isilite who couldn’t tell if this beating was because she had a mysterious experience or because she was thinking of her master.
