Volume 2 - CH 324

Don’t complain for the “other party” way of talking, it was vey weird in the raw too, thanks to the furigana it was kinda understandable. I hope it was understandable too in english. And yes, my health is not stable yet.

Chapter 7-45. Side -Houen- Hey!

Jumping up and looking back.

Immediately, a spear of flame appeared, but it was an emergency situation, so there was nothing I could do.

It was the door where the voice came from.

Was someone following me from behind?

However, there was no sign of such a person.

At times like this, Ouren’s skills and Uchikage’s danger detection come in handy. ……!

In any case, for now, I’ll stick to defense.

No, should I attack them already?

However, if they were civilians, it would be a problem.

First let’s wait and see what happens, and then decide what to do.

“Who is it! …… e- -il ……”

“As ye can shee, ‘am da deviil.”

Indeed, there was a Devil there.

However, when I saw it, I completely stopped thinking.

I knew that he could never touch me.

Because I realized that immediately.

The reason why I stopped thinking might be because of the unusual appearance of the devil.

After all, the devil had only his face floating on the door.

No arms, no legs, no torso, no head.

Only the face was really stuck there, and it was speaking to me.

More than any horror movie I have ever seen, more than any terrifying photograph I have ever seen, it tickled my terror.

A face the exact same color as the door.

He has two bent horns on his head, and his eyes look as if they have not slept for days.

He was smiling a wicked smile, and I felt as if he was possessed by something.

“Hehhhehehehehe …… surprised nay. ‘Am sho ye can tell by lookin at ‘am, but dher iz nothin ‘am can do ’bout it.”

“…….hhh ……”

” Yer’e ‘etty ‘eserved fho the way ‘am look, ain’t ya? Nyeh, me glad to hev ’emone to chat with afta all these yars. And ye?”

“…… the way you talk, is it a …… dialect or something ……?”

From what I remember of my past, I have never heard such a dialect.

Though, I think a similar way of speaking was done by my grandfather.

Is there a certain dialect in this world?

However, what is this sense of discomfort?

It’s as if …… he’s making it easy for me to understand.

“Oh, ‘am imitating ’emone whozee a lackey. ‘am have a skill of mimicry. ‘am tried to imitate him, but me couldn’t get it right! Ye know why? ‘Cuz there whaz only de perfect copying skill, and idh had to be used a zertain numbah ofh times.”

“…… you talk a lot”

“How’z dhat? Not sho scary now, rait ‘am to ye?”

“Ahh.”

I kind of know what he means.

Thank goodness I used to play with my grandfather when I was a kid.

But what is this devil …….

There is no sense of hostility …….

Because if there was, I would have been attacked from behind.

I mean, does the devil even have a guy who talks this much ……?

He said he didn’t have anyone to talk to in a long time, but could this guy possibly have been sticking around here all this time?

Since when ……?

“You’re ……?”

“Muh neim? Me neim izh Atrak.”

“Have you been sticking around here on …… all this time?”

“Dat’s rait. Yer’e a watchman, ain’t ya? Nyell, a lot ofh people came, but dhei were all shmall phuziess.”

” You have been here since before the …… Lekuam’s ruckus. ……”

I guess when he says people came, he means slaves.

Then it came and they died, huh?

What kind of way they were killed, I don’t know, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s not a good thing.

“Sho? Whad’z yerr neim, bro?”

“Houen.”

“Hahhe, yer neim zounds laike dhat Urushima fella.”

“Who is this Urashima fella you talking about?”

The devil named Atrak heard this and laughed, his mouth contorting into a crescent moon.

I step back at the change in his face.

Truly, there is enough fear there to realize that there is a being there that should be described as a devil.

“Ye want to hiir it?”

“……”

“C’mon man? Dhon’t yer want to hear it or not?”

“Who is that?”

Atrack’s face turns serious.

His expression is different from the one he had earlier.

Maybe it’s the way he is, or maybe he just doesn’t know how to make a good facial expression.

Either way, I could tell that he was not very good at smiling.

After that, he looked at me slowly and told me.

“First generation, black tortoise.”

When I heard his words, my fear flew away.

Just now, what did he say?

The first black tortoise?

Wait, wait, wait, wait. There are a few things that don’t add up.

How does this guy know about the first generation?

Hinata said that the previous White Snake had erased her memory.

If that’s the case, isn’t it strange that a devil would have information about those guys?

Wait, no, maybe that’s only for Oni …..?

Besides, if what he says is correct, he has been alive for 500 years.

I don’t know how long devils live, but can they live that long?

But oni also live for a long time.

Perhaps it is not surprising that they have a long life span.

“Heh heh heh heh heh hehhh.”

“You are …… what the hell are you ……?”

“What ‘re we? If me tell ye that, ‘am going to die, ya know…”

“How come?”

“‘Cuz we’re cursed, that’s why.”

C-cursed ……?

Is that curse also connected to the fact that he retains his memories?

Hold on, there are more things I don’t understand.

But it is fortunate that I met the devil here.

He seems to be a talkative fellow, and I would like to gather as much information as possible from him.

I was about to listen to him, but Atrak started talking before I could.

“Houen bro. Izzh not dhat we refuse to talk, izzh that we can’t talk. We can’t.”

“…Huh?”

“Just dhat, me talk. Me can’t move from here! Dhiz ish our last chansh to do zomething big, so let’s talk about it as much as we can!”

“Hey, wait!”

I tried to stop him, but he didn’t seem to stop at all.

With a grin, he makes his wood-grained body emerge.

He crawls out of the door making a cracking sound.

While the body emerges, Atrak proceeds with his story.

“Oiran izh one thouzan en ninety-thwo years old. Dhiz world was manifested a thousand and ninety-two years ago.”

“……, W-what are you talking about ……?”

“Dhey don’t hev any predecezzors. The world whaz manifested a thousand and ninety-two years ago. Yes, ye’re the zecond generazion.”

He finally slipped out of the doorway where his arms were completely buried and lifted himself up, holding the wall down.

“Hiwa the white serpent. Urushima the black tortoise. Enge the red bid. Awase the blue tiger. I liked the way Urushima talked, but he talked like a normal person in front of everyone.”

Finally, his body slips off and his legs are exposed.

Are you the red bird’s reincarnation? I can see the resemblance.

His entire body emerged from the door.

His color is still the same wood-grain, but he still wears clothes that are well made, so there is little discrepancy between him and the others.

He is wearing a wide hemmed jacket with a flowing kimono.

It’s a strange outfit, but not bad.

“Since I’m going to die. I’m going to tell you.”