Black Hawk.
The Black Hawk was a group that appeared prominently in the original work.
The group that fought fiercely until the very end with Axion, who had gone mad, was this Black Hawk.
How dare I still remember the name of the supporting character, the leader.
‘It was Leon.’
The name is really cool too. I mean, it was my favorite.
A black hawk that appears as a subordinate of Vanilla, who had by then become the head of the Siaster family. Readers were also captivated by the charm of the black hawk and left comments asking Axion not to kill only the black hawk.
Even at this point, not necessarily in the future, Black Hawk was very famous.
As a reader who commented without hesitation that he would strangle the author if he killed the black hawk, I secretly asked Karl after finding out that he was possessed in this world.
‘Grandpa. Do you know it’s a black hawk?’
‘Are you talking about the black hawk of the Seaster family? Oh my, of course. Is there anyone in the Quizen Empire who doesn’t know them?’
Then Carl told a story from 10 years ago.
He said it was natural that I was so caught up in farming that I didn’t know anything about the world.
I listened to the story while crunching on an apple.
‘Ten years ago, when Her Majesty the Scarlet Emperor had just taken over the power. Because the previous emperor was somewhat weak in body and spirit, the emperor’s authority was completely at a low level.’
‘Hmm.’
‘Taking advantage of that opportunity, Archduke Balten, Scarlet Emperor’s maternal uncle at the time, staged a coup. The one that was very active at that time was the black hawk.’
‘activity?’
‘yes.’
Karl slightly put down the cloth he was sewing and narrowed his eyes. It was a look back to 10 years ago.
If I were to condense the story I told into one sentence, it would be as follows.
Archduke Balten defected and attacked the Scarlet Emperor’s bedroom, but the Emperor was safe thanks to the barrier set up by Dazar at the time.
It was very exciting, like an old story told by a grandfather.
I was so absorbed in his story that I even forgot about biting the apple.
At that time, before I met Dazar, I had only thought of him as Vanilla’s father, so I just said, “Oh!”
As expected, he is the matriarch of the Monster House! I thought so.
‘Until then, the Duke of Siaster was a transcendental family with little connection to politics, but by rescuing His Majesty, who was barely holding on within the barrier, their ties with the imperial family deepened externally.’
‘Oh oh. ‘How did you get it?’
‘They said he tore up space with holy magic and appeared in the bedroom with the knights. All the defensive magic that the imperial wizards had placed on the imperial palace was destroyed. It is said that he then stood in front of the Scarlet Emperor, looked down at the knights who were prostrating in front of him, and said this.’
‘what?’
‘Go wild, black hawk.’
After speaking up to that point, Carl trembled.
‘Wow. Isn’t it cool? Grandpa, my heart always beats at this point.’
‘Yes… … . It’s a little bit sick, but whatever. ‘That’s cool.’
‘What is middle ear disease?’
‘there is. Something serious.’
I tried to calculate Duke Dazar’s age.
10 years ago, would it have been a high school boy suffering from munchkin disease, not middle ear disease?
‘Anyway, the black hawk did as he said and went wild. ‘They all got crushed.’
‘Hmm.’
Red-stained carpets, portraits of past emperors falling to the floor, and knights in black armor running wild through hallways lined with corpses came to mind.
‘Duke Siaster single-handedly annihilated all the incoming monsters without taking a single step from the Scarlet Emperor’s residence.’
‘Monster?’
‘yes. It turns out that Archduke Balten deliberately opened a gap in space and released monsters into the imperial palace.’
‘oh my god.’
‘Afterwards, Archduke Balten’s head was cut off by other transcendental people who arrived late. If it weren’t for Siaster at that time, the imperial family would have collapsed.’
After listening to it, I thought it was really great.
“cadet!”
“oh.”
As I was reminiscing up to that point, I came to my senses when Axion pulled my hair.
“Wha?”
“Oh my gosh. Axion, it hurts, it hurts.”
Hehe, he lightly flicked the laughing Axion’s nose and pulled out the hair in his hand.
“Shall we go see my wonderful older brother?”
“Boo!”
You can’t believe you’re using such a wonderful black hawk as a worker!
I crossed the clearing with a little excitement.
The large building with the symbol of the black falcon was in the shape of a ‘ㅁ’.
It seemed like there was a large training hall in the center surrounded by hallways and small rooms.
“Uh, excuse me.”
Until I passed what appeared to be the entrance and walked down the hallway, I didn’t see any servants or soldiers.
There were no knights of the Black Hawk in sight.
‘Didn’t you say you told me?’
Although I was puzzled by Dazar’s words to look for workers in the black hawk, he said he had told him anyway, and even more so, thinking that he might be able to see the black hawk, he quickly went in.
But maybe I walked a little bit. A delicious smell came from somewhere.
Was it even meal time? That said, it’s about three o’clock now. It was an awkward time to eat anything.
I tilted my head and continued walking.
And I discovered a scene that could only be seen at a bar in front of a university town.
“… … .”
In what appeared to be a training hall, about 15 men were sitting in a circle. Some were almost lying down.
Helmets, armor, and swords were thrown to the floor.
In the middle of them sitting in a circle, there was a huge drinking vessel, and next to it, grilled skewers were being stirred over the fire.
And the tapestry attached to the wall above their heads caught my eye.
It was written there:
♥3040 Gourmet gathering to eat and drink♥
I rubbed my eyes again and again. Even if I squinted and looked again, the text did not change.
Looking closely, I could now see small text written underneath it.
‘Follow taste, follow style, life flows by!’
‘True Wollu is eating and drinking.’
Next to the word ‘Wollu’, in very small parentheses, ‘Salary Lupine’ was written.
Sturdy men with extremely pale faces laughed and shouted.
“Hey, Leon! This perfect gravy! After all, you are the only leader!”
I creaked and turned my head.
I saw my favorite Leon, whom I once bit and sucked.
Now, a long time ago in the original, he would be in his early twenties.
He had a fairly sturdy physique, and was turning a lamb skewer over the fire with one hand with his face pressed against a liquor jar.
A humming sound was heard from the drinking vessel where my head was buried.
“The men are burning all the meat, so I have no choice but to do it. Sheesh.”
I wanted to wake up from my dream.
What are these trash? Am I now in the place where the black hawk is?
ah. I guess I took a wrong turn.
I shook my head and took a step back. I had to get out of here quickly. I felt like if I watched it any longer, it would harm my mental health.
And right then.
Someone’s shout stopped my steps.
“That’s my skewer, you bastard! “You’re still a black hawk!”
Black Hawk? A black hawk?
I turned my head creakingly.
Two men were fighting, glaring at each other.
“I saw the two you ate earlier, you idiot!”
“what? idiot? “Who is this pig that calls me an idiot?”
“What, what? Piglet? Such harsh words… … !”
A large man with a heavily sunburned body shouted and suddenly turned his head.
He fell sideways like a tragic heroine and his shoulders trembled pitifully.
Then the bald man who had cornered him spoke with a helpless expression on his face.
“You crazy guy, here we go again. “Captain, go get some salt!”
“Oh, it’s annoying.”
Leon, who was in the middle of turning a lamb skewer, frowned.
“It’s over there next to the skewers. “You should use that.”
Then, as if the bald man had forgotten, he slammed his huge hand on his forehead! He picked up a bunch of salt.
Sigh! Sigh!
When he sprinkled salt on the bronze-skinned man who was still dark, the salt bounced around him.
Grains of salt hit and fell on my cheek.
“Aim well!”
Dissatisfied voices came out from around me.
They were so drunk that they still didn’t know I was there.
The bald man who had thrown away all the salt grinned and ate his skewer.
“Captain, the master is not coming today?”
“yes. “I heard they don’t like the smell of trash.”
Leon answered.
Then the men lying around mumbled in very drunken voices.
“Where is the trash here? “Hiccup.”
“Kihihihi. that’s right. “It would be an honor for you to join our gourmet gathering.”
Then the bronze-skinned man who had been falling pitifully and receiving salt said with a straight face.
“Hey you bastards. You can’t do anything when the lord comes, ugh. “Something that didn’t fall off.”
“We can do it together, okay? “Giggle.”
“ah! “That way!”
After listening to their conversation while suppressing with all my might the desire to turn back at any moment, I finally concluded that they were really black hawks.
