CHAPTERS
-
At the outskirts of Belnok City, under the great wall, Zed walked while carrying Harto on his back. Even when he walked alone, Zed’s size was large, and since he now carried Harto too, people turned to look at them with curious eyes. Especially Harto, who had black hair and blue eyes. It was natural that people’s gazes would fall on him, dressed in a clean blouse with a ribbon. “Hey, Zed…” But Harto was more bothered by something else than by strangers’ stares. “I… I think I can…-
210.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
“This one. This one. This one. And… this one.” Zed, who came to the clothing shop with Harto, pointed at the clothes he saw and picked them one by one. The shopkeeper, who saw Zed suddenly come in and start picking clothes, blinked as she stood beside Harto. “Sir, before that, can you tell me who will be wearing the clothes? Then I can help…” Thunk! As soon as the shopkeeper began to speak, Zed suddenly handed her a pouch of gold coins. The weight was heavy enough that it was hard…
-
210.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
The clerk who found Harto laughed awkwardly. “Oh. He could eat to his fill for a year, not just a day.” “A year?” Zed was startled because he never expected that answer. “Yes… but, sir, where and how did you get something like this…?” Of course, the clerk seemed more curious about the elixir’s origin than its price. Zed understood what he meant, and he spoke more calmly. “Well… as you know, elixirs are extremely rare, so if I speak honestly, not only me… but you…
-
210.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
“Huh…?” When Zed couldn’t suppress the heat boiling inside him, Harto floundered in confusion, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. “Was it a human you lived with?” “Huh? N-no… it’s not like that….” Harto only knew Ares Carseon in print. He had never met him, of course. Even the novel’s cover hadn’t had an illustration. All he knew of the protagonist’s appearance was that he was handsome, tall, and had golden hair and eyes. ‘Wait… did I ever say I lived…
-
210.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
The holy knight spoke in a cold voice that came from behind his silver helmet. “I will record your entry. State your name, place of origin, and purpose of visiting Belnock.” His tone was rigid, high-handed, and stripped of any softness. Harto, who had never experienced anything like this before, was frozen. Zed, who had said he would stay beside him, had already been called over by a priest, and the two were talking with serious faces. “Your name.” When there was no reply, the holy…
-
210.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
The two who left Lindel Village crossed through the forest and spent several days climbing the continuous ridgelines. They did that to avoid the areas where bandits were stationed. They avoided roads that people often used and deliberately chose rough terrain. They walked along narrow paths covered with thorn bushes, over rocks slick with thick moss, and through muddy trails soaked by rain. Naturally, Zed led the way, and Harto followed behind him with small steps. “Are you tired?” Zed reached…
-
210.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
“Madam.” His cold voice made Madam Mare flinch. A shiver ran down her spine, she wondered if the window had opened, but it was tightly closed. “That cabin should be left alone, just as the elder said.” “Ah… why, why…?” It was a warning. When Madam Mare swallowed and asked again, Zed spoke in a tone colder than ever before. “Humans were the ones who first brought monsters into this world. Do not forget that.” His eyes glimmered, and Madam Mare’s face turned pale. She…
-
210.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
Harto ate the meal that Zed brought with relish. He must have been very hungry, because he moved food into his mouth without a single pause for breath. His small hands continued moving, picking up the flatbread with colored beans, the stew of fried vegetables, and the dried fruits. Zed thought he would be disappointed that there was no meat, but Harto ate everything happily without complaining. ‘I should’ve brought more….’ Zed looked at the bowl that had been cleaned of every bit of…
-
210.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
“C-comrade…?” Harto was startled by the sudden voice. It wasn’t frightening at all, because the voices sounded like children. What confused him was that he couldn’t see anyone, yet so many voices came from somewhere. As Harto was confused, one voice shouted louder. “Huh… where? Here?” Harto lowered his head toward the sound. On the floor, within the scattered drops of water from his washing, tiny human shapes appeared. Since there were countless…
-
210.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
Harto froze in shock. The man stared straight at him and said nothing. “Uh… that’s, that’s not what I…” Harto stammered as cold sweat trickled down his face, and he slowly turned away from the bag. “Where are you going?” Flinch. The man noticed it and asked in a low voice. His tone sounded cold. It wouldn’t have been strange if frost came out of his mouth. He didn’t look like the same person who had been coughing blood in pain just a while ago, but Harto was too nervous to…
-
210.3 K • Ongoing
-
- Previous 1 … 152 153 154 … 391 Next