My Demons

Chapter 55

Krruaa-

On a brisk morning, I step out alone, stretching myself

For some reason, my face feels warm.

The innkeeper, rolling beer barrels at the bar, the newly hired young waitresses, and the security soldiers sitting at a table near the entrance, all fix their gaze on me.

Well, I did become somewhat of a celebrity.

I gained fame in the battle at the wharf and, having completed a nearly impossible mission, received a direct reward from the castle lord. Its understandable.

My nickname is still the cringe-worthy Blood-soaked Swordsman, but being famous isnt necessarily a bad thing.

Thinking so, I move towards an empty table.

Oh, Luke?

Phoenix.

Somewhat tired, Luke is sitting at a table. I quickly take a seat across from him.

I still cant view Lukes character sheet. Its strange, considering Ellen had one pop up as soon as we met.

Considering that Utequais doesnt have one either, it doesnt seem to be just a problem with Luke. What are the conditions to view someones character sheet?

You look tired. Didnt sleep well last night?

Well, yes.

Could it be Utequ. Hatanca did something-.

The berserker, Hatanca Utequais, is currently staying in the same room as Luke.

He arrived at the inn last morning, didnt sleep a wink, and drank until the evening.

When I came down to the first floor, he was completely drunk and passed out.

Well, I understand, considering hes lost all his close ones, whether they were comrades or family but I do worry if he has caused any inconvenience to Luke.

However, Luke shakes his head with a bitter smile.

No, its not that. He drank 40 beers. Theres no way hes not passed out.

What, 40 beers? He drank that much?

To give you an idea, a beer mug at Bells & Whistles Inn holds roughly 600 to 700 milliliters. He drank 40 of those?

So he drank nearly 24 to 28 liters- is that even possible for a human? Well, considering Utequaiss size, it might be.

Just then, the innkeeper who brought Lukes meal nods his head vigorously.

Its the first time Ive seen someone pay with silver coins just for beer.

Ha ha-

Whats unbelievable is that he even gave an extra penny because it wasnt enough. Drank like a whale.

Luke nodded as if in agreement.

Ah- did I waste money?

The castle lord gave me 30 gold coins as a reward.

I didnt expect to receive so much. I was supposed to get five coins as an advance and ten coins as the final payment, according to the contract.

This large sum must be due to the castle lords favor.

Of course, that favor isnt purely good-hearted.

It clearly felt like a performance with Prince Ulkar in mind.

Wasnt he trying to show that, I have such an excellent warrior under me, and I treat him very well!

Still, he didnt offer long-term employment.

Even though I thought about refusing it if hed tied me with a long-term contract, he didnt even suggest it.

Anyway, 30 gold coins.

Equivalent to 150 silver coins, or 1,800 copper coins.

Obviously, its a substantial amount.

According to Luke, a rural landlord earns approximately 20 gold coins a year.

How wealthy must the castle lord be to part with such a sum?

Of course, I didnt keep it all for myself. I divided it fairly among Ellen, Luke, Grania, and Arnal.

Well, not fairly in the strictest sense. Im not a communist.

Everyones skills and contributions to the mission varied. How could I divide it exactly into five equal parts?

So, I gave six coins to Ellen, five each to Luke and Grania, and four to Arnal.

What about the remaining ten coins?

Naturally, I kept them for myself.

Initially, under Plan A, I had considered taking half. No matter how I think about it, it seemed like the rest of the four, when combined, would have a similar contribution to me. Really, I mean that objectively.

But I held back.

I didnt want to appear too greedy, and someone might protest.

Sigh.

I hastily folded the paper, stowed it in my bag, donned my cloak, and retrieved the newly acquired round shield.

A soothing aroma emanated from the rawhide encasing the shield, calming my racing heart.

Once I had armed myself, I turned around; Ellen remained sprawled beneath her disheveled blanket.

Hey, what are you doing? We need to depart.

Not going.

What do you mean, not going? Are you joking?

Goodness, what had gotten into her?

We cant afford to dawdle. We must proceed and secure a position.

Just go. Im not going.

Why the sudden change? Are you feeling unwell?

Just dont talk to me and leave.

Ah, I felt like cursing.

The reason I was leaving the inn at this very moment was due to a letter from the informant.

According to the missive, as the sun set today, the informant within the city would mobilize with his associates.

The letter indicated they would welcome me with a green flag, potentially offering evidence.

Naturally, I wasnt embarking on this venture alone.

I had handed the received letter to the captain of the guards. I had strongly advised against reporting it to anyone, including the lord of the castle.

By now, the captain likely had discreetly stationed around a hundred of his men throughout the city.

Considering that I had also alerted the training commander, who served as the commander of the fortress guards, we should not be lacking in manpower.

If everything goes as planned, we can easily defeat the fourth fixed enemy in this chapter, the Unveiled Witch.

Then the boss battle will naturally become easier, and well naturally catch the kingpin, Ubar.

In a situation like this, Ellens behavior naturally irritates me.

Why are you suddenly acting like this? Are you ill?

Just go.

Hey, at least look at me when you speak. I cant hear you well when youre mumbling under the blanket.

Hey, Ellen.

Shut up!

Snap!

She finally reacts Huh?

Were you crying?

No, I wasnt.

You definitely were; your eyelids are swollen.

Your eyes are also bloodshot, a sure sign. Its not like this is the first time Ive seen Ellen cry. How could I be confused?

Whats the matter?

Just go, dont worry about it.

Her tone is as icy as her gaze. Shes clearly angry.

Ellens face is full of life when shes annoyed or whiny. Her eyes are big, and her expressions are diverse, so whether its negative or positive, her emotions are always clear.

She rarely smiles, but when she does, or even if shes just peacefully asleep, she looks like an angel.

However, when shes seriously angry, her delicate features harden like ice.

Normally, her expressions are so clear that when she becomes serious, she looks like a lifeless doll or a statue.

I hate seeing that.

I took a deep breath and took off my helmet.

What exactly is bothering you?

How many times do I have to say it? Just go.

How can I ignore a comrade telling me to just go without any explanation? At least tell me why.

Despite my questioning, Ellen kept her mouth shut.

I actually have some idea.

As I said before, Ellen is terrible at hiding her feelings.

On top of that, Im naturally perceptive. The thirty years I lived as Kim Seung-soo were those of a subordinates life.

Is this about Daria?

Even though she didnt say anything, I could infer her answer by her gaze toward the ground and her clenched lips.

A heavy weight settled in my chest.