(EP.378) Survivor of Goseong #4
378 – Old Castle Survivor #4
-Ugh, I’m going to die.
– My knee is completely scratched.
Even though it was noon, the citadel was filled with the sound of sickness.
There were quite a few injured in the surprise night raid last night, so I was busy treating them. Fortunately, there were no fatalities.
It seems that each of them was able to protect their own body enough as the elite troops were stationed in the impregnable fortress.
Elgar narrowed her eyebrows as she watched the soldiers lying in the central hall wrapped in bandages.
“I did better than I expected. That’s not even a hopeful situation. They’ll come back tonight, I expect. I’m not going to sleep because I’m trying to eat away at my stamina.”
“okay.”
I nodded in agreement with Elgar’s opinion.
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Clearly, the fatigue of those who had not slept all day and were driven to the battlefield had risen noticeably.
“Mirna, if it were only you, no one would have been injured this much. Where the hell were you and what did you do yesterday? What imp were you chasing?”
At Elgar’s growl, Mirna bluntly replies, “It was meaningful.” Elgar snorts at him.
“So, you know that Imp or something is spying here, right? There doesn’t seem to be any hostility. It’s hard to keep stealing like this.”
The good-natured Elgar seemed to have noticed that someone was watching us.
As Elgar said, the Imp who had run away into the darkness yesterday was looking at us through holes in the fortress.
You must have lived here alone for a long time. It would be natural to be interested in those who came from outside. Then someone screams.
ㅡAh-! Who stole this Punchnoy biscuit and star candy… ! This nymphophobic treatment will never be overlooked by that Punchnoy… !
ㅡOh, come to think of it, my biscuits that I put on the bed… .
– Me too… .
It seemed that someone had tampered with the supply of the army. Of course, I knew the answer who did it. I’m sure if we leave him like this, things will be disrupted in many ways.
“I will figure it out. It will also be my duty.”
It was time to look at the wall and talk. Elgar looked around and spoke to me in a low voice.
“So, where is Ira? Not even going out to eat. Maybe you got hurt or something? It looked good until yesterday’s night raid.”
“… Also, I’ll go check it out now.”
I parted with the girls and headed to Aira, who had a room on the second floor of this citadel, in the sunniest place.
After crossing the noisy hallway and reaching the front door, I check my body and clothes one last time.
“Good.”
Thinking there was no problem, I knocked on the door. Inside, I didn’t feel anything worthy of being called popular.
“Ira-sama.”
smart.
I knocked on the door again. But this time, there was no sound of popularity.
Maybe I got seriously hurt somewhere last night? I was worried that the variable of the land beyond this wall might have made Aira wrong.
Wait for a moment for the mind to not enter the queen’s room recklessly and the mind to be anxious and opposing each other in equal equal proportions. I slowly grabbed the doorknob and moved it.
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Giri lyric.
The door to the fortress, which has been abandoned for a long time, is soon opened with a loud noise.
Inside, there was a gorgeous red carpet bed that was out of place, and a woman sleeping wrapped in the futon.
Shrimp, Shrimp.
“… … .”
Ira was sleeping even though noon was approaching.
Was it because yesterday I spent a lot of mana on Siege and Mercury? I was worried that there might be a big problem, so I was relieved.
Shrimp, Shrimp.
sleep very well
He sleeps without even knowing that the blanket has been removed.
So, as she was about to pull up the blanket, the white skin above and below her black negligee caught my eye.
Very soft looking skin. As the scent slowly rising from somewhere, I remembered what happened last night, and my blood seemed to heat up.
Ira can’t wake up well once she sleeps, so let’s touch her a little. With that feeling, I slowly reached out and stabbed Aira’s chest.
I feel like my head is fried in that softness.
I tried to rub the chest with the wide part of the palm of my hand. The warmth that can be clearly felt even through the thin pajamas. At the same time, something hard rises between the fingers.
Does your body feel sensations while you sleep?
Then the eyes flutter open.
“What are you doing?”
“… … !”
I was so startled that I just froze.
It was said that when squirrels encounter predators such as eagles or tigers, they become immobile and rigid. I was just like that.
Originally, Ira was not so much that once she slept, no one would even pick it up. After the spider Bael disappeared from her mind, Aira’s sleep seemed to have faded considerably.
“… Not now.”
Ira said the above and withdrew my hand. not now What does that mean? Does that mean you shouldn’t touch your breasts now? So what about later?
It was a moment of perplexity at the confused thoughts.
“Then go away.”
I bowed my head at Aira’s congratulatory call.
smart.
At the same time, someone knocks on Aira’s door.
As I came out of the door, I met someone face to face at the same time. They were the sisters of Mirna and Narmi. Why are the twins here? Narmi raised her hand and shouted.
“Tae-oh, I was just about to go find you! Have you been here? His face is much more red than that! Is there any problem?”
“No, no problem. Did you find me more than that?”
“okay! There were so many things I forgot to say. Tae-oh, do you know the painting you took from Draco’s parish? I want to do some research on that.”
“ah.”
painting.
I stole a painting from the Draco family pantheon. It was a painting of Beatrice, Solomon’s nymph, and it was also an object that gave me a very strange experience.
I also had a lot of questions about him, so I decided to move the place.
* * *
“Does it look like a normal painting? What do you think, sister?”
“There is nothing wrong with what I see. However, Sir Tae Oh clearly explained that he had a strange experience through this painting.”
At the sister’s question, I remembered what happened back then. When using the lifespan of 100 years to cast the ultimate hierarchical magic Taeo-Nova.
My world was clumped together in an instant, and I was floating in a strange cosmos. It was this painting that made us escape from that endless expansive sea.
“Obviously I was back in the past. So we could see that the girls were trying to bring the dragon back to life from the basement of Draco’s parish.”
Heh heh, Narmi smiles.
“It was awesome!”
So what happened after the dragon was finally brought back to life? I escaped there through a portal, so I hadn’t heard of anything after that.
Mirna said a word as if she had sensed my thoughts in advance.
“It takes a long time to talk about the work of the home family. And it’s not over yet. One day, Narmi and I will have to go to their hometown and solve the problem.”
Mirna didn’t seem to want to talk much, so I didn’t ask any more questions. Mirna’s red eyes now turn to the picture in the frame.
“My moon. my star. my old flame. Beatrice. I don’t really feel any magic or spells in the text. But, did Sir Tae Oh go back in time through this painting?”
“That’s right. I’ve tried a few more times since then. It didn’t work.”
“Go back in time… . I’ve never heard of such a thing being possible… .”
The picture was just an ordinary picture. It was just a drawing of a nymph with brown hair and blue eyes. Then Narmi added a word.
“Looking at it this way, it looks like Tae-oh. Accident?”
“I don’t know about that either.”
It was the time when I answered vaguely with such a feeling. A loud rustling sound could be heard above the heads of the Mirnarmi ladies’ room.
Heh heh, Narmi smiles.
“The mice that live in this castle are a little big. The applause of corruption.”
match.
As Narmi applauded, the rotten wood holding the ceiling shattered. At the same time, something large falls to the floor and thumps the buttwheel.
“Hey… !”
The scream was quite friendly. And the rag-like clothes that he wears on his body and the red hair that is tied up in the back are also quite familiar.
“Imp.”
“… eww.”
He was more busy rubbing his ass than answering me. I fell from a fairly high place, so of course it hurts.
However, the boy’s red eyes quickly turned to somewhere. And then it popped up quite big, but when I saw the reaction, it seemed like he knew something.
Mirna asked first.
“Miss Imp, do you know anything about this painting?”
“… … .”
Instead of explaining to us, he got up and headed somewhere. We also follow him and enter the narrow secret passage.
“Like you said, there was a real secret passage!”
As Narmi’s admiring voice echoed and echoed.
What he led us to was a fairly large space. Rusty armor and sword lying there. Seeing the boxes, Mirna murmured.
“It’s like a warehouse.”
What caught my attention then was the picture frame hanging in the corner. There was something like a red curtain with cobwebs and white dust.
I approached it as if drawn to it and pulled the red curtain with my hand.
Then strange faces appeared. To explain it at a glance, it was a picture of a woman holding a child. But the woman’s face is strangely familiar.
“This… .”
I hung the picture frame I was holding next to the old picture frame.
Then, to my surprise, the two women had a lot of similarities. A woman holding a child is much more mature and mature.
Either way, the two look alike.
Then Narmi said.
“i get it. I drew the same person. It was painted by the same artist. The signature written here is exactly the same. Beatrice and… .”
At Narmi’s words, I also read the signature on the bottom of the frame.
“Beatrice and—.”
The next part of ‘and’ is not written. I don’t know if the record was lost because the letters were smeared, or if nothing was written in the first place.
Mirna said a word.
“The baby’s name is not written on it. So, Ms. Imp, what the hell is this picture? Why did you guide us in front of this painting?”
At Mirna’s question, the Imp simply looked at the two paintings hanging on the wall side by side. Soon, he takes something out of his ragged robe and places it in the center.
It was the figure of a man with a rim cut out with something like a knife and scissors. Did you cut out only the image of Isaiah from the frame I gave you?
“My master said One day you’ll come to pick me up But if he can’t come for some reason. I said the person in this picture would come instead.”
Shh.
Imp with hand pointing at the drawing I brought.
“And here it is. That means the master won’t come. I waited a long time. I couldn’t come in the end. you must have forgotten me After all, I don’t even know the master’s name, and I don’t have my own.”
The boy shed tears. Even if he wiped the tears with his sleeve, he could not keep up with the speed of the overflowing tears.
Twenty years of winter I’ve been waiting for. It must be because the snow that fell at that time is melting. While Mirna and Narmi are stroking the Imp’s back.
I opened my mouth slowly.
“So I came. the person in the picture. This baby here is probably me. I don’t even know what happened.”
Two Beatrices.
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Children and adults.
The nymphs of Solomon and Isaiah.
Is it simply a coincidence that these two look alike? I remember earlier when I met the giant centipede Angala while staying at the wall with Stella.
Angala explained that Solomon had come to him and asked him to spare the dead nymph. And when the request was rejected, he turned aggressive and escaped, fatally wounding Angala.
what if.
At that time, the nymph Beatrice was resurrected for some reason. Or if he lived in the forest beyond this wall in a similar state.
And if Isaiah, the perfect half of Solomon, had met Beatrice like that by chance or fate… .
Shh.
I reached out and touched the baby wrapped in the sack in the picture. A baby without a name. The guy is now standing between the two frames.
“It must be me here. And, this man knew I would be here.”
These pictures were like hints left for me.
Thinking there might be more of this, I looked around and finally found a note.
I don’t know how I could have found it.
Abandoned in a narrow corner, it seemed as if it were calling me. It seemed to be emitting light with a soft brilliance.
As if calling yourself.
“This… .”
It was an old notebook whose outer surface was made of leather.
What was written on the surface was squiggly letters, and it was a difficult word for me to interpret. It was Mirna who recognized it first.
“It is written in an ancient dead language. It’s already dead text. As for what it says… .”
Mirna slowly rolled her eyes and then closed her lips.