114 – 110.The milestone pointed by the full moon-2
A field of moonlight flowers shining beautifully in the thick fog.
I came to the misty hill with Marianne and bent down to touch the petals.
“I never thought there would be a place like this. It’s the first place I’ve ever seen!”
“It’s not very well known.”
Even so, it was surprising.
I thought that a saint would know about it because it was a high position, but it seems that it is not the case.
Maybe she didn’t tell me because Marianne couldn’t go outside?
I felt that the position of a saint was only a sham.
“As Mr. Bern said, the flowers here are all pretty!”
“Only on a full moon night, there will be no other flower garden as beautiful as this one.”
“What about when the moon is not full?”
“During the day, the flowers are withered. It blooms at night, but does not shine. I know it only glows during the full moon.”
“This is amazing. What principle?”
“I don’t know that either. I just remember that there was an anecdote about a flower that was carefully tended by a young man who fell in love with the moon goddess. I guess it’s because the shy moon goddess only shows her face at night when the full moon rises.”
“So romantic!”
“Isn’t it?”
Anyway, this kind of story has to be heard from the mouth of an elf.
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But why did I hear the anecdotes of crazy drug addicts from elves?
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
‘But what…. It’s a relief that Marianne is happy.’
[You are too soft. Seeing the fact that he doesn’t get tired of hearing the hidden side of the elf.]
‘You don’t know yet. Isn’t it possible that the powder that the elves took through their nose wasn’t a drug, but a supplement to improve their muscles?’
[Considering the elves’ abnormal muscle mass, I can’t say that there’s no possibility.]
I hope my guess is true.
I didn’t want to see another broken world anymore.
Even if I tried to understand the customs of the different races, it was difficult to accept them.
Snow Woman’s Yeti Board, Dwarf’s Skeleton Weapon, Elf’s Magic Powder.
As yet, demons, beasts, giants, etc.
I was already afraid of what crazy customs they might have.
“What are you planning to do here anyway?”
“I’m going to take some moonlight flower petals.”
“The petals?”
“Yes. It is bravely used as a medicinal ingredient.”
“I wonder if moonlight makes you feel better… !”
“It’s not like that!”
Moonlight flower is absolutely not a drug ingredient.
Painkillers are sometimes said to be drugs, but moonflower was close to antibiotics.
The role of holding the source of curses and diseases in the body.
There is no effect that affects the nervous system.
“No matter how much you grind the petals of the moonlight flower, there is no effect. Don’t even think about grinding it.”
“Okay.”
Marianne licks her lips in agreement, but regrets it.
It seems that he still hasn’t abandoned his curiosity about drugs.
I think we should tip off Marianne’s twin sister, Rosemary, so that she doesn’t go near the flower garden at night.
“I wonder if this is enough?”
I carefully selected and collected flowers in good condition and looked into the sack.
I was satisfied with the petals of the Moonlight Flower, which were neither too much nor too little.
The quantity that will remain after removing Hyesha’s curse.
I was worried about where to use the remnants.
‘Wouldn’t it be better to make some household medicine?’
[In case of emergency, you will have to borrow the power of medicine, so it would be wise to do so.]
If you make it, other colleagues will be able to use it.
I decided to make a few bottles of potion for insurance purposes.
The moment he was about to leave while packing his sack.
Suddenly, a forgotten memory came to mind.
‘It’s strange. There must be a pack of wolves from Mistvale living around here?”
Wolves in the original work attacked Hyesha and Kang Junhyeok who were collecting moonlight flowers.
However, even though I stayed in the flower field for a long time, I didn’t see even a shadow, let alone a wolf.
‘Wolves don’t appear today.’
[Isn’t it rather a good thing if you can’t see it?]
‘Not necessarily.’
The source of the fog that covered the hills was the valley where the wolves lived, and it was a sanctuary ruled by Maseta, the goddess of fog.
Unlike her other gods, Maseta doesn’t try to show off and she likes a calm atmosphere.
Such a symbol is the only one that is at odds with a certain god.
It was the god I was following, Freehard.
Frehardt and Masseta are close friends.
Even if you are attacked by wolves, it will be solved if you reveal the imprint that tells you that you are a believer in Freehardt.
Then you may receive a warm welcome from the wolves instead of hostility.
As much as the wolves of the valley follow Maseta, their actions are also her will.
If a believer of a close friend came, they would generally welcome you.
‘But it bothers me that the wolves are not aware of it.’
[Couldn’t it be because they were sleeping or went on a trip together?]
‘The wolves of the valley are all nocturnal except for some. And they have an attachment to the Valley of the Mist, which has become their haven, so they never leave.’
[That’s definitely suspicious.]
‘Even one should catch my eye, but I can’t feel any signs of it.’
It’s strange enough.
Maybe something happened to the Valley of the Mist.
Even so, it’s not something I’m involved in.
“Shall we go?”
I don’t know why, but the moonlight was shining in the direction of the valley, and my heart was drawn to it.
***
“Kaegaeng!”
Kwajik!
The man stepped on the screaming wolf’s head and crushed it.
The wolf’s blood spread all around.
She even splashed her man’s face, but he didn’t mind a bit.
As if they were accustomed to slaughter.
“Greg, how’s the situation?”
“The suppression was successful. The wolves that resisted were shot and killed, instilling fear in the young wolves.”
“Okay. I’ll take the young one, so you can retrieve the wolf’s body.”
“Okay.”
The man who seemed to be Greg’s superior grabbed the wolf cub by the scruff of its neck and dragged it away.
Its appearance was very similar to that of a dog dealer.
“Keeein!”
The wolves cried out for help, but the parent wolves who were protecting them had already been killed.
By the hand of one person, Greg.
“I have to deal with this bastard…”
He is an S-rank adventurer hired by the Magic Tower.
For example, grasping the trend of demons in unexplored regions where countless monsters lurk, or in demonic lands.
He was supposed to be enjoying a risky adventure, but Greg was dissatisfied when he didn’t.
“I was looking forward to it because it was a nomination request from the Mage Tower… But it’s disappointing.”
Even if the wolf of Mist Valley was protected by Maseta, it couldn’t be matched by S-rank Greg.
Because his strength is made with experience and realization.
He couldn’t compare to the power he borrowed from others.
Though it would be a different story if, like Marianne, she completely made the power of others her own.
Among the wolves, there was no individual that completely absorbed the power of Maseta.
“It’s insignificant. It’s boring.”
Greg clicks his tongue as he kicks the wolf’s corpse.
There was no life in his pupils.
He was like coming from a battlefield to a slaughterhouse where death was watching for him.
It was natural to feel empty.
“Suck!”
Greg weaved five corpses of wolves, each weighing an average of 40 kg, and carried them on his back.
Even though he weighed more than 200 kg in total, his expression was extremely calm.
He was satisfied with the fact that carrying a wolf was harder than killing it.
“Hmm…?”
Fluffy-!
As he was about to leave, a piece of his neck rolled under his feet.
It was the neck of the senior who carried the baby wolf.
Greg, who saw this, was not frightened, but rather raised the corner of his mouth.
It didn’t matter what the death of the superior was.
I only had the authority to give orders to Greg because of my mission anyway.
In real life, he far surpassed him.
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Even so, it wasn’t completely negligible.
The death of a superior meant the appearance of an adversary who would excite him.
“Good. Very good…!”
Puff!
Greg puts the wolf’s carcass down and watches the direction the neck rolled.
The fog is thick enough to make the surroundings appear white even at night.
Red eyes were shining in it.
A brief moment of time passed, the fog lifted slightly, and the moonlight illuminated the relationship between the two.
A black-haired man exuding an ominous energy.
In the shimmering red eyes, Greg’s figure was contained.
“It’s spinning. I never thought a monster could live in such a desolate valley.”
Greg swallows his mouth in tension.
At this moment, the positions of the hunter and the hunted are reversed.
Amidst his doubts, he was convinced.