Volume 3 Chapter 142-4 Linca Training!
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Are we going to enter Ramsey today?”
”Yeah, let’s go. We’ll grab some lunch at the tavern and head out right after.”
”Ha.”
Linca pressed her palms together in a warrior monk’s traditional greeting.
The light, playful mood from earlier had disappeared, replaced with a serious expression. Her focus was all on the task ahead.
Kian and the others left the cemetery after speaking with the gravekeepers.
Even as the damp, musty air of the graveyard faded away, Kian’s mind was still swirling with questions and doubts.
(Owl… I want to believe you’re not a monster. You’re dangerous, but not a wicked demon attacking innocent people.)
Looking at what he did to Maribel, one could argue it was just a twisted way of using corpses to boost military power for defense. But there was no ignoring the fact that the undead were attacking the living.
Was it just a mismanagement mistake?
Or was it on purpose?
The answer could change everything.
But could Kian, even if Owl was just a monster, bring himself to kill him?
No… If he was talking about killing, he had already decided he would have to kill Owl someday, after what happened to Maribel. But now, things felt complicated.
Kian was unsettled by the possibility of being forced to fight an enemy at a time like this.
He still owed Owl for saving him, and it was his duty to protect Ramsey, after all.
Even if Owl was the culprit, Kian couldn’t just go, “Well, I’ll just kill you now.” It wasn’t that simple.
As for Maribel’s situation, there was probably only one option: kill Owl.
But was it really right to follow that path blindly?
The answer didn’t come.
Kian could only think it was best to hear Owl’s side of the story first.
’Kian, no matter how much he pretend to be human, Tobal Cain is a monster. Never forget that.’
Ignoring the warning from Glasses, Kian grabbed Linca and walked into the nearest tavern.
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After that, they had lunch under the shade of a tree, just a few hundred meters away from the village.
Kian roasted ham, bread, and cheese over the fire while Linca changed into new clothes under the tree.
”Thank you for waiting, Sir Kian.”
”Nah, I made it myself.”
When Kian turned around, he saw Linca in a simple white tunic and a leaf-green peplos. Despite the plain outfit, she stood out—especially with her long, glossy black hair, which made her look like someone from a high-class family.
”You should braid your hair. If you pull it back and wrap something around your head, it’ll help you blend in more and look less flashy.”
”Got it. Should I remove my makeup too?”
Kian had learned how to tie hair with Christy, so he was confident he could help Linca. But… having a guy touch her hair, especially with his dirty hands? That might make her feel weird and uncomfortable, and he didn’t want to risk that.
So, Kian decided to use the time to finish the warrior monk training Sarah had given him. He still had a lot of work left to do.
Kian moved the bread and cheese away from the fire and walked into the open field.
He began his training, practicing ‘blast’ and ‘threads’ with his limited ki, hitting targets several meters away.
What stuck in his mind was Sarah’s words during their training in the ancient temple.
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”Don’t focus too much on perfecting your ki. Your goal is to break a fist-sized stone with a single blast within half a second. Do the same with your ‘threads’. The range should be 5 meters, and you need at least 20 threads. I’ll test you in a few days. If you fail, there’ll be a punishment.”
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Kian didn’t really care about the punishment, though. With Linca there, it wasn’t like it would turn into something awkward.
But the idea of failing frustrated him. He was competitive, and that only pushed him to train harder in the limited time he had.
”――――.”
Linca, sitting cross-legged on the ground, watched Kian’s practice with a casual expression. She carefully tied her hair, which had magical significance, and once she finished, she went back to preparing the meal.
”Sorry! It’ll be ready in just a minute!”
”No worries. I was planning on enjoying some of that great tea afterward anyway.”
”It’s in the backpack! The kettle and tea leaves!”
Linca ate slowly, unlike Sarah, who wolfed down food in huge bites. Linca had the refined, calm manner of a well-bred lady—something Sarah would never understand. (Not that Sarah was uncouth, but still…)
When Kian finished his training and returned to the campfire, Linca threw him a towel and said, “Good job.” She was starting to warm up to him.
”I didn’t know you were this into training, Sir Kian.”
”Is that a problem?”
Kian sat down, wiped the sweat off his face, and dug into his meal.
Linca shook her head.
”No, I like training too. Warrior monks who hate training usually don’t last long in the monastery.”
”You must’ve become the highest-ranking warrior monk because you’re both talented and hardworking.”
”No way! I don’t swing a sword like you, Sir Kian. If I focused only on fighting, I’d get burned out.”
”There’s more to being a magician, right?”
”That’s true.”
Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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