episode_0141
by fnovelpiaIsenggar is a vast expanse of desolate snow, but here, no different from any other place, the land gapes open.
An underground fortress revealed by going down a long staircase along the hole.
The Glacier’s Agarifrost Hollow. Once a den of demons, it has become a haven for humans, steeped in a history of blood, iron, and slaughter.
The structure was reminiscent of an ant hole. Although it was the same underground, it was so chaotic that it was hard to compare it to the orderly Doomheim. It was truly the perfect place for barbarians to live.
Even though they are from the same continent and the same race, the forms of their groups vary greatly.
If Lake Fortress was a happy home, Frost Hollow was a den of beasts. They drank all day long and didn’t hesitate to pounce on women they saw.
The northerners here do not know who their fathers are, and they do not know who their children are, so there is no better expression than a den of beasts.
“Chief! I have something important to tell you!”
The one who found the savage’s hideout was the cross-eyed merchant Bipen.
After failing to make a deal in Lake Fortress, I ran like a dog to Frost Hollow and knelt down in front of the Chieftain’s quarters.
At Bipen’s bedside, a man with a chubby face was sitting haughtily on a chair, as if he were a monarch.
Zeke Snowswein, chieftain of Frost Hollow.
He is a man of honorable roots in Northgard, but he chose the path of barbarism because he was tired of the tedious traditions.
He swept through other tribes and united them into one. The power of the Zek grew like a snowball, and he became the largest tribe in Isenggar.
Chieftain Zeke was like a king in Frost Hollow. His cold, heavy gaze pressed down on the back of Bifen’s head.
“I recently went to Lake Fortress to make a deal. I don’t know what trick they used, but they had a bunch of wyvern wings. They also had some really good yeti fur.”
“… … .”
“I tried to offer it to the Chieftain, but wasn’t that just being greedy and being unreasonable? In the end, the deal fell through.”
“What do you want to say?”
Bipen flinched at the low sound reverberating through the basement.
I force out my trembling voice.
“But there, I saw a very beautiful woman. More beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen. Like seeing a winter goddess… .”
“Hmm.”
“But that woman was a slave? And she was the slave of a slave messenger.”
“What is a slave messenger?”
How do you not know the slave messenger?
Anyway, all the savage bastards are there.
Of course, if you bring up such a thing, your head will be crushed, so Bipen kindly explained.
“A slave trader with a notorious reputation for killing slaves on the continent.”
“The woman you mentioned is that guy’s slave?”
“Yes. He will definitely do all kinds of teasing and eventually take her life. I tried to save her somehow, but I failed in the end… .”
“I should bring her.”
“That’s exactly what I wanted to say!”
Bipen raised his head in response to the telepathy, then immediately lowered his head.
Zeke rests his chin on his arm and scans Bipen’s chin.
A country bumpkin from the south.
A proper attitude is the antithesis of a northerner.
Although he wasn’t a very appealing type of person, his interests aligned with Bipen’s, who was very meticulous about weighing gains and losses.
The tribe watches over him, and Bipen brings him good things under their protection. Sometimes, if he gives him information, he rides on his frost wolf horse and kidnaps Aritaun Yeoman.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a noble or anything.
Zeke is a man who claims to be the monarch of the lawless land called the North. He has that much power. The soldiers of the border city have no way of stopping him.
Information about the new woman that Zig received. Although Bipen is not a very sharp-tongued person, he has an excellent eye for products. She is no ordinary beauty to be praised like that.
‘I think it was called Lake Fortress.’
A tribe with a long history that values tradition, led by Chief Darka. It was also the tribe that Zeke was most wary of. The warriors there were all exceptionally skilled.
However, after Vascal died in an accident and Darka lost his mind, Lake Fortress quickly collapsed. Like a sled going down a steep slope.
I had been neglecting it because it had lost its meaning, but I was thinking of visiting it after a long time.
He said he would bring the slaves that the slave messenger had and make them pay tribute regularly, and then he would at least spare their lives.
“Okay. Right now──”
Zig was just about to get his heavy butt off.
A desperate scream swept through the basement.
“Kkaaaah! Arms!!!”
“Don’t cry! You’re a man, right?”
“But my arm!!!”
The mood in the room was dampened by the sudden noise.
“… Who dares to make a fuss.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll look into it right away.”
An angry Zeke becomes ferocious.
The chief hurried out to check the situation.
“Eww!”
“Run away! That crazy bitch is slicing people!”
The noise is growing louder.
The airflow becomes strange.
The chieftain who had gone out to check came back out of breath.
“Chief, there is an intruder!”
Zeke’s eyebrows twitched.
“Intruders? Who dared to launch a surprise attack? How big is the enemy?”
“I don’t know who they are! There’s only one enemy I can see right now!”
One person?
You came to Frost Hollow alone?
A human being who doesn’t know the value of life would dare to do so.
Zig stood up, holding a greatsword as tall as his own. When he went outside, the tribesmen were running around, not coming to their senses.
Following them is a female prosecutor.
Winter light illuminates the gloomy underground citadel.
She was a woman so beautiful that even Zig, who was not even able to flinch in the bitter cold, felt goosebumps for a moment.
“I’m that woman! The slave I was talking about!”
Bipen shouted in excitement.
The woman I was trying to bring came to me on her own. As if that wasn’t enough, I saw her swinging her sword and cutting down her tribesmen.
However, Zig is mesmerized by Geomhee’s graceful movements, like a dance.
“Chief!”
The blurred consciousness awakens.
Zeke shrugged his shoulders.
It wasn’t the time to be watching.
Zigg, holding the greatsword with both hands, raised his sword. The sharp sword energy rushed towards Assis.
Assis, who was running lightly with rabbit-like steps over the rough terrain.
Took-.
A black aura flew into the location where I stepped.
Like Relevé in ballet.
Assis, who had been standing on tiptoe, turned his ankle.
A graceful turn.
The black air brushes the ends of her hair.
Kuung!
Zig jumped and landed near Assis.
Assis turned his head.
I locked eyes with Zeke.
“Bifen’s words weren’t empty boasts.”
I thought she was being so overbearing, but there was a reason for that. Rather, she was the owner of a beauty that was too beautiful to be expressed in words.
‘He is no ordinary slave.’
The atmosphere is different from the slaves we often imagine. In terms of clothing and appearance. She is not a slave who is treated like an object, but rather a princess in a greenhouse.
His skill in handling a sword is also extraordinary.
At first glance, his movements are very light.
“What brings you here?”
“Rami… told me to clean it up.”
“What is Rami doing? Is he the slave messenger?”
“Rami is… Ramin… ?”
“… ?”
what.
What’s missing?
But it doesn’t matter.
For someone as beautiful as that, it doesn’t really matter if they have a few flaws. Rather, their overflowing individuality enhances their charm.
“Don’t think you can come into Frost Hollow and leave safely. I will carry my child until the last moment when your beauty fades.”
Fight!
Jigg threw his body forward, holding the black greatsword behind him and taking a stance. Although not agile, his heavy body rushed forward, driving away the air.
The intimidating feeling of a buffalo running towards you.
Zeke swung his broadsword diagonally.
Even with the rushing greatsword, Assis’s reaction was indifferent. Without changing his expression at all, he stepped forward to dodge the attack and then thrust his sword.
Phew.
“Huh?”
A sword that gently digs into Zeke’s shoulder.
Blood spurts out.
The blood that had splashed onto Assis froze in the air. The bright red ice picks returned to their owners.
It leaves shallow wounds all over Zeke’s body.
‘magic?!’
It wasn’t a significant damage, but in a battle where victory or defeat is determined by a split second, you have to concentrate all your attention. Just annoying it was effective enough.
Wedge!
An ice sword that shoots like a rain of arrows.
Zeke quickly raised his greatsword at an angle.
Kaang─!
Zigg, who had blocked the attack with his sword, instantly jumped backwards.
“What, a slave like that… .”
A magician?
Even if it was black, I never imagined that it would also handle magic.
He is so capable that you can’t even think of him as a slave.
As a boss, I feel embarrassed, but here I have to cooperate with my subordinates… .
“Huh?”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Assis comes running, gliding.
The ground where her feet step freezes.
Approach at high speed, skiing skillfully on the ice.
Assis, who had closed the distance in an instant, continued his fierce attack once again.
Assis is left-handed.
Most people are right-handed.
The attack trajectory is different.
For someone accustomed to dueling right-handed people, the slight differences are foreign to them.
Zig is flustered and maintains a defensive stance. He tries to block while sweating profusely, but is penetrated like a honeycomb, allowing Assis to attack.
When blood spurts, it turns into an ice pick and shoots at its owner.
It was a one-sided attack and defense that couldn’t even be called a proper battle. The outcome was already decided long ago due to the swordsmanship skills that were beyond the reach of a mere barbarian.
Tsk tsk tsk.
The greatsword that collided with Assis’s sword tip froze for a moment. As Assis pushed the sword in, the greatsword broke without a trace.
“Kaaaah!”
Zeke rolled on the floor in shock.
Assis aimed his sword in front of him.
Overwhelming difference in skill.
A slight doubt appeared on Assis’s expression, which had been pressuring Zeke the whole time. Assis tilted his head.
“End… ?”
As if I can’t believe it’s already over.
It was an unintentional tick.
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