Chapter 231

My Villains Episode 231

47. Nightmare (13)

The place where I stepped through the black disk was on top of a sloping rock.

I quickly looked in all directions and saw a pitch-black sky that looked like it was about to be filled with stars, and a vast meadow spread out beneath it.

The low grass and the dotted old trees were tinted with a pale silvery light as countless stars burned themselves.

“Ugh”

Unlike Mungchi, who took a stance with agile movements, Cole, whose legs were loose, fell violently and tumbled down the rock.

“Urwha call?”

At that moment, a familiar low-pitched sound came from under the rock. Following the voice, I turned my gaze to see the figure of a giant sitting by the bonfire jumped up.

“Phoenix!”

A red-skinned warrior wearing a steel-lined feather long-haired cap and rawhide pants, revealing his muscular upper body.

“Utequai!”

It was a nice face to see after a long time, but there was no time to relax.

I hurriedly flew to the campsite under the rocks. Then, he laid Heila on his back next to the campfire.

“You are hurt.”

“You need to treat it right away.” Cole, who was sitting next to him, staggered and stood up. It fell from a fairly high rock, but thanks to the soft grass, it seems that there are no injuries.

“Here is the potion.”

What Cole held out was a vial containing a sticky red liquid. The iron frame attached to the outside looks quite familiar.

“This?”

“It was made by Ellen-sama in Master Castlight’s laboratory.”

After all, it’s a wound healing potion made in Longville.

It is a potion made with specially treated orange instead of troll blood, and when used as a potion, it has the side effect of rapidly becoming hungry.

“good. Open the lid and wait!”

Of course, now was not the time to worry about such side effects.

First of all, I checked Heila’s condition once again.

“Calm down Heila!”

He slapped his cheek, but he lost consciousness immediately and his breathing was feeble. He was shot under the left rib and right thigh. Both would have been fatal.

“Do you have Utequai water? Water clean enough to drink.”

“we are here.”

“Wait a minute. Bunch, dagger and rope!”

The wad is ‘four!’ he replied, holding out a sharp dagger and rope. I first took the dagger and ripped through Heila’s vest and shirt.

When the red-stained cloth was removed, Ute Kwai, holding a waterskin made of cowhide, poured water on it.

While I was cleaning the wound on my abdomen, I tied the rope that Munch gave me tightly to the top of the wound on my thigh.

“...was it enchanted?”

“It’s similar.”

“Athar Marta. It’s terrible.”

The wound was severe enough to make Utequai drool.

Of course, this is the first time I have ever seen a gunshot wound. So there was no way to know if it was a 12.7mm or a 7.62mm.

But one thing was certain: at least two bullets had gone through Heila’s belly.

“Pour a third of the potion.”

As Cole poured the wound-healing potion, the wound bubbling and bubbling with smoke. Even though I gained weight like that, I wasn’t sure if the internal organs would be properly treated.

Then, he tore the hem of his right trousers with a dagger, rinsed it with water, and poured a little potion on it.

I ran my hand along the back of Heila’s waist while white flesh formed on her thighs.

“0 O” —

I felt about three cracks on my fingertips. Apparently, the bullet went through the tube neatly. It must have been natural since he was shot with a machine gun while wearing his normal clothes.

I heard that if you get a gunshot wound, the bullet may break and remain inside the body. Are machine gun bullets okay?

He forcefully fed the remaining potion, but Heila still couldn’t come to her senses. His breath was severe, and his face was too pale. Did you come from shock?

...I can’t do this. As expected,

blood transfusion was performed,

and

a voice heard from somewhere hit the ears. Even though it was a plain without a mountain, the voice echoed loudly and violently...

Utequai let out a drool and looked back at the group with a hard face.

“You have to move.”

“what? But”

“Move right now!”

what kind of fuss is this?

Unusually, Utequai looked very impatient.

“Ugh, damn it.”

Eventually, I pulled out the half-cloak, covered her upper body, and held her in my arms. It was fortunate that the potion stopped the bleeding to some extent.

“Hehe.”

Unknowingly, Mungchi, standing on a rock at the back of the camp, looked somewhere and opened his mouth wide.

“trunnion! Over there-!”

“uh?”

In the direction he was pointing...

Kugu-Goo-Gung-

a starry-dappled meadow was collapsing from the distant horizon, just like the suburban mansions and nudein camps. It is a scene as if a strong wind is shaving away a sand castle.

“It was like that until three years ago.”

“Three years ago?”

“Twelve. Everyone was brave and clever. ‘Gitamawi’ was the boss.”

“so?”

“They were really smart kids. crossed the forbidden river.”

“A forbidden river?”

“Here it is. The Forbidden River.”

It is a forbidden river. On the surface, it’s just a beautiful river cutting through the meadows.

“If you walk two days across the forbidden river, it is the devil’s land.”

“What is the devil’s land again?”

“It is the land of demons. It kills the earth black and spreads around.”

“It spreads?”

“It is literally. Someday, even beyond the Devil’s River will be painted black. All shamans say so.”

iba—r

“Children have entered the devil’s land.”

w O uu”

—司三

“The devil’s land If you stop, you can prove that you are a man. No, it remains to prove it. Because I will become a hero of the prairie.”

Utequai stopped talking and inhaled. The long breath he swallowed escaped, and his hard chest sank.

“It had to dry. I should have stopped it, but I didn’t.”

“why?”

“Because they were brave and clever children. I couldn’t be a hero, but I could be a man.”

“...What are you talking about? Could it be that drying it in advance is also considered a failure?”

“right.”

“Hey, that’s a bit harsh.”

“The fact that the best warrior stopped means that the plan was wrong.”

“No, but still...

Now that it’s at this point, I can roughly guess what Utequai’s dream, or nightmare, is.

“On the third day after entering the devil’s land, the children met the devil.”

The story went the way I expected.

“It was the first demon I saw. It’s bigger than Soleva’s Drake and has eight arms. It was very powerful. To the extent that neither the children nor I could handle it.

As the story progressed toward its conclusion, the boundary line stretched just behind the stern. The boat we were on and the river below it floated above the empty space of nothing.

“Eh eh. Poi how about this-”

“...Looks dangerous. Will it be okay?”

Mungchi and Cole could not hide their uneasiness. Utequai, on the other hand, had a calm face.

“I ran in haste, but 11 out of 12 died. I almost died too. My mother’s blessing killed the devil and saved me.”

mother’s blessing.

You’re probably talking about berserk. That’s when you learned it.

“...So only one of the children lived and all died?”

“Leader Kitamawi died on this boat. You bleed a lot.”

“Mmm.”

I don’t know what to say.

I didn’t want to rebuke them for not stopping them. However, something in Ute Kwai’s eyes was too dark and deep to comfort her saying it wasn’t your fault.

So I just patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.

“Poi over there!”

The bundle jumped up and pointed forward. The place the guy points to is far away where the river ends and turns into a waterfall-

“...a passage!”

– A black disk floated up!

“Utequai over there! I have to get in there!”

“i get it!”

Utequai skillfully rowed and steered. The wooden boat riding the rapids rushed toward the black disc just like that.

I looked at the border line that followed closely behind me...

“Whoa.”

lived I still have room.

“Aiba-!”

I looked at the gradually growing black disc and the boat that was flowing smoothly, and suddenly I opened my mouth.

“But Utequai.”

” hmm?”

“There is a voice that I keep hearing right now. Aiba? What does that mean?” Utequai responded with a final rowing maneuver.

“Father.”

“Father? Aiba means father?”

“right.”

“...Wait a minute then.”

A deep gaze filled with unknown emotions turned to me.

“Gitamawi is my first child.”

The moment I opened my mouth, the neckline passed through the black disk.