102 Episode 35. The Tragedy of Colon (1)

It was an unexpected discovery.

"A fountain of magic. A mirror?... who would think that the map from the Pirates' Mutu contest points to that?’

An ancient artifact known to the world by a brave journalist before Qin returned.

At that time, the reporter informed the world of Jipple's atrocities by spreading the images of mirrors and the accusations of aborigines in detail.

Naturally, it had to be a fatal blow to the image of Jipple, who usually claims to be an apostle of justice and peace.

It was too much for a journalist to deal with the big family.

The people who vented their anger at Jipple's defeat were drawn into Jipple's public opinion campaign and slowly disappeared.

The resentment of the Colonians never spread again.

The reporter who accused the atrocities was later completely cut off. It didn't take much time for people to forget the brave reporter.

So the natives of Colon once again lived like invisible humans.

'......then this map is made by the natives. Perhaps he was wandering around the world because his value was unknown, like the Rune of Muleta.'

Perhaps the natives were expecting the adventurers to recognize them who were oppressed by the jipple.

Colon was once a place to visit anyway.

It was also necessary to find a mirror before the Zipple to check them against fostering the Yangsan Wizard, and, above all, to investigate the prohibited magic experiments conducted in Colon.

As for Jin, he had a good cause.

"I don't have the sense of justice to save the unfortunate natives like the journalist, but...... at least, it wouldn't be a bad thing for them if I hurt them.'

There was only one problem.

"What's wrong with your face, kid? Do you know what Latri painted?"

Colonians don't know what Jean knows about the tragedy and the mirror of the Colon site.

"Returners are sometimes uncomfortable in times like this.’

Still, it was an easy problem to solve.

We've settled down in Tikan just in case.

"No, I don't know. It just doesn't feel right...... Sir Kashmir, we need to look into this map."

"Yes, I think so, too. I care about the past when my daughter saw it, and something...... I don't think this map came into the hands of Confucius who lost for no reason."

"That's right, Confucius Jean. Let's ask the person who knows the old word first. That way you can find a clue.”

"Sir Kashmir, this is my gut feeling. I don't think it's a good idea to do a public survey. It's a thing with such a grudge, and maybe the tragedy you saw is still ongoing."

"That's true, too. Hm, by the way, wizards that slaughtered the natives...... I hope it's not a zipple.”

* * *

As of that day, the Seven Colors began collecting information about the map immediately, but they couldn't get any results for two weeks.

It was a matter of course.

Colon's aborigines belong to the "Paleon Kingdom," the Rutero magic federation, and since it was discovered hundreds of years ago, most of them have been massacred by Zipple, leaving only a small number of them.

Even those few aborigines were virtually imprisoned in Colon, so it was difficult, even if it was a septum, to find someone who could read native antiquities.

But

The clue was found very close, not even Jean had expected.

February 17, 1796.

Jin rested his training earlier in the day and visited the Tikan Central Guard where Alisa worked with Yuria and Latri.

"Jin, you'll love it if you get this, right?"

"Of course, he'll probably pick you up and laugh."

Yuria asked Jin to go with her to give her a family painting she drew as a gift.

"Welcome, Tikan Central Guard...... Ah, Yuria. Hi, how are you?"

"Hello! How's your mom?"

"My daughter! Mom's here! Oh, you two are here too. Oh, what is this?"

"Gift!"

Euria smiles and gives out pictures.

As soon as I saw it, it was natural for Alisa to be full of laughter.

"Oh, my God, my daughter draws so well...... let's see, this is Kashmiri. This is Jin and Enya. You drew it, too.”

Gilly, Murakan, Quikantel, and Latri are filled with small drawings. After seeing the picture, Alisa lifted up Yuria.

"Khaha, when you grow up, you should be angry. Now, wait a minute with the brothers. I just need to finish some of my mom's papers, so let's go to lunch with my brothers. Yuria's favorite seafood soup?”

"Oot, seafood soup. Good!"

As she became very happy with the look of Alisa's joy and the word seafood soup, Yuria began to sing a strange song, "Haeultang, Haemultang" alone.

Jean and Latri had no choice but to smile because Yuria was cute.

Square, square, square....

The pens were moving busily everywhere. It was a combination of the handling of documents by the guards and the writing of letters of apology by those who were brought in after committing crimes.

Letter of apology

Since Alisa took over as captain of the garrison, Tikan's crime rate, which had never been so high, was literally bottoming out.

Most of those who are sometimes brought to Korea often pick flowers in public flower beds or write letters of apology and give small shots under the influence of alcohol.

'The city isn't that big, but it's managed this much. Alisa is definitely great. The Hufester Union has quite a few felonies under Looncandel's direct supervision.’

While Jean looked around in awe, Ratri was also looking at the offenders with an interesting look.

"Man is a mysterious animal. Why do you repeat the same mistakes every time you know you're punished for breaking the law?”

"Well, aren't dragons?"

"Well... no, I think dragons are silly, too. Haha, that was a stupid story. Oh, you have to keep it a secret from Murakhan that I said the dragons were foolish."

"You seem to care a lot about Murakan. Did he bother you?"

"That's not it. Do you know what I heard from my parents? Watch out for the Black Dragon when you go outside. Among them, Murakan and Missha brothers and sisters should be especially careful.….”

It was clear that Ratri was too careful about the black dragon and fell into the trap of the Pungryong Buretta.

"And among dragons of my age, Murakan is a legend. It's a mixture of good and bad, but......uh?"

Latri, who was continuing to explain, suddenly stopped talking and fixed her eyes somewhere.

It was the back of someone sitting over there under investigation by the guards. Jindo naturally shifted his gaze toward it, and the man seemed to be defending himself in a somber voice.

"Yesterday... ...alcohol......a lot... ...have done it. I'm sorry...... Hamda.

"What's with the way you talk, man? Huh? It's not a reflection at all. If you're drunk, you're going to sleep in nicely, why did you wake everyone up at night?”

"Because I was sad... ...I did. Oh, I'm sorry."

"And how many times has this been already! If you keep doing this, the bar won't accept you. Do you know how much I always beg the local owners not to kick you out?"

"Thank you. Uh, would you like a cigarette?”

"Ha! Goddamn, you're the reason I can't die in expulsion, I am. All right, we're gonna burn a cigarette together, and we're gonna have a nice drink? Please."

"Okay, but I don't have a cigarette."

"This is real."

He seemed to be an ordinary drunk, frequenting the garrison. He doesn't have any major accidents, and as he comes here every time, he is getting close to the defense team.

And my skin was very red, Hong In-jong.

'Hongin? It's unusually red for a Hongin.'

The Tikan Free City is not so unique because it is a mix of races to match its name.

However, Ratri's expression as he was looking at him was unusual.

"Dear Jean..." ...that man, I saw him resonating with Euria, looked almost like the natives.”

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, and besides that dreary accent......which means you're not originally a continental linguist."

There was no harm in finding out once.

"Let me show you a map. Let's go eat seafood soup together."

When the man and the garrison went out for a smoke, Jean followed in their footsteps. The man was used to smoking a cigarette, and the defender said some friendly swear words and then returned to his job.

"Hey."

"Boy, who is it?”

"Let's go hangover together. I drank a lot yesterday, too.”

"Oh, that'sir. But I don't have money."

"I'll buy it."

* * *

Sickness, sulking.

The name of this Hong-in, who sits with her at a seafood soup restaurant, is Aropan Tupan Maypan.

a shortened edition

Boy... ...why didn't you tell me you had a captain? The captain of the defense team is scary.’

In fact, Alisa was not giving Pan a hint. I've heard about it from Jean and Latry.

"Eat a lot, Pan, and the good guy will stop getting caught."

"I've seen this guy a lot too. It's always there whenever I go to see my mom.”

"Every day... ...or not."

Like this. . . . . . .

When the delicious seafood soup came out, the eyes of Yuria and Pan shone at the same time.

"Thanks for the meal!"

He was so quick to notice that he was eating seafood soup like crazy. He seemed to have a hard time in his pocket.

After an hour of fiery dinner.

"That... ...boy."

"Why?"

"Can I pack some more of this? My brother is hungry."

"You can pack it generously. Before that, I'd like to...... Oh, just in time. It's here."

Jean waved to a man who had just entered the seafood soup restaurant.

"Bring a Map" was Murakan, who came running after receiving a telegram.

"Do it..." Now you're making me do this! I'm Murakan, Murakan! You can order some of this!”

"Sir Kashmir is under a lot of hard work every day, and Gilly does a lot of things, too, and Enya has to study, and you're the only one who plays. You should at least do this."

"What about the Quikantel?"

"Exclude him."

Ratri looked with longing at Jean, and Jean took out the map she had received from Murakhan and carefully showed it to Pan.

"Pan. This..."... Do you know what it is?"

And as soon as Pan saw the map.

"......where did you get this, uh, from?"

He showed a sudden panic.