[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 235

“Wrestling… I need to get married. I’m sorry.”

With those words, the Sword Goblin disappears on the spot.

“What a lunatic…!”

Seeing this, the Sireum Goblin suddenly swings his fist to the side.

**BOOM─!!**

A shockwave hits, making it hard to even stand, as if a bomb had exploded nearby.

Even though it wasn’t a direct hit, just the aftermath feels like it’s tearing my body apart.

While I’m barely holding on, covering the pocket where Baekseol is, a robe smelling of cigarettes and alcohol blocks my view.

“Are you okay?”

“Ah… Yes. Thank you, Grandfather.”

“Good.”

The grandfather, smiling at me, turns his head forward again.

Seeing Grandfather Georam so calm, it seems like this is a common occurrence.

“Wow, I almost died.”

“Hoo─ Our village kids are just a bit aggressive, that’s all.”

“Kids…?”

No matter how many times I hear it, I can’t figure out the age standards in this village.

To my eyes, it looks like a scruffy-bearded bandit and a hermit with a sword are fighting in the mountains.

“Gasp!”

**BOOM─!!**

The Sireum Goblin approaches the Sword Goblin at an invisible speed and slams his outer leg.

The Sword Goblin, hit by the blow, spins in the air like a top before crashing to the ground.

“Hoh. Sireum Goblin, your leg sweep has improved.”

“Leg sweep? Not leg-breaking?”

Grandfather Georam strokes his chin, leisurely commenting.

**BANG! BOOM!!**

What is this? It feels like a nuclear war just broke out.

Is this really a fight between the village uncles who were smoking and drinking?

I thought it was just one of those gates. But now, it seems like a seriously wrong judgment.

Even with Grandfather Georam protecting me, every clash of swords and fists feels like my eardrums are about to burst.

Watching this, the shabby-looking goblins sitting on the ground, laughing and cheering, what are they even doing?

“Sireum Goblin─!”

“Sword Goblin! Can’t you take it easy?”

The Sword Goblin, who had been swinging his sword with one hand, lowers his stance deeply, placing his sword horizontally and gripping it with both hands.

“Enough.”

Grandfather Georam, who had been shielding me from the shockwaves, steps forward.

“Boss! I need to get married…”

**SLAP!**

“Guhk!”

“Village chief, huh.”

The Sword Goblin, who had been fighting like a madman with bloodshot eyes, rolls on the ground, clutching his head.

“Tsk tsk. Sword Goblin, I knew it.”

“Guhk… You jerk, why are you fine? I feel like my Baihui acupoint is pierced.”

“You caused trouble, so you got scolded by the boss, didn’t you?”

**SLAP!**

“Gahk!”

The Sword Goblin, rolling on the ground alone, seems pitiful, so the Sireum Goblin joins in and starts rolling too.

“Village chief, huh.”

The two, who looked like they were about to bring the apocalypse, are now rolling on the ground together, completely ruining the image.

“Guhk… Hah! You’re funny, you jerk.”

“You… damn bastard…!”

I can’t tell if they’re groaning in pain or laughing.

Still, it’s clear that the two, who were fighting to the death, are actually close friends.

“Are you okay?”

As I approach the two still bickering on the ground, the Sireum Goblin nods, and the Sword Goblin gives an awkward smile.

“Look here.”

The Sireum Goblin, despite his size, shyly tries to hide the injured area.

Kneeling on the ground, as I remove my hand that was trying to cover the top of my head, a noticeable bump becomes visible.

**〈Heal〉**

As I stroke the head of the wrestling goblin and blow in a heal, the swollen area quickly subsides.

The rough hair proves how he has lived his life.

“Ohhh… Thank you, miss.”

“You can speak comfortably. I’m about the same age as that nameless one over there.”

The gazes of the two turn toward the nameless goblin, still trembling and stuck in the sandpit.

“I see. Thank you.”

Leaving the nodding wrestling goblin behind, I look at the sword goblin, who shyly shows his head.

**〈Heal〉**

“Oh, it doesn’t hurt anymore. You have a miraculous skill, miss.”

“Who are you calling ‘miss’?”

“Shut up, wrestler.”

As soon as the pain subsides, they start bickering again.

The two look like they’re in their thirties. If they shaved off that bandit beard and beggar beard, they’d both look quite dashing.

“I’ll go change my clothes and come back.”

The hoodie is tattered from the aftermath of the fight.

Seeing that, the two bow their heads slightly in apology.

“Go change behind the house.”

“Yes, Grandfather.”

As I head to the spot Grandfather pointed out, Baekseol (White Snow) peeks out from the hoodie pocket.

“Pposiraegi, are you okay?”

“Yes!”

Stroking Baekseol’s head, she closes her eyes tightly and twitches her ears. It seems she had fun playing with the light ball inside the pocket.

Holding Baekseol, I reach into the subspace, and a piece of clothing comes out with it.

“Clothes!”

“Yes. Clothes.”

After quickly changing and stepping outside, I notice an unresolved issue.

“Now there’s only one left.”

A voice, buried after the two’s fight, finally emerges.

“Gwaaah! You crazy goblin!!”

“Calm down. We’re treating you, aren’t we?”

“My eyeeees─!”

Looking over, I see a goblin applying a bundle of herbs to the scholar goblin’s eyes and lighting it on fire.

“Gwaaah!!”

“Why is this scholar so impatient? Just bear with it a little.”

“Eye moxibustion─! Gwaaah! This insane treatment!!”

Even Gona would cry if he saw this.

“That guy is the Herb Goblin.”

At the wrestling goblin’s words, the sword goblin nods in agreement.

“A quack.”

“Huh. A quack?”

This time, the sword goblin nods.

“He’s a poison herb specialist.”

I don’t understand a single word of what they’re saying.

“His name is just Herb Goblin.”

The wrestling goblin next to me, seeing my face, adds an explanation as if understanding my confusion.

I still don’t get why he’s not called Poison Goblin or Quack Goblin instead of Herb Goblin.

“Is that so?”

“That’s how it is.”

─Tsk, tsk.

“Phew─”

Heading over to the Herb Goblin, the scholar goblin’s screams become even clearer.

“Gwaaah!!”

I don’t understand why he’s applying moxibustion there when the eyeball is injured.

“Can I take a look?”

“Huh? What does a woman know about medicine, meddling in like this?”

“Scholar Mark Two?”

Even though I was the one who stabbed him, seeing him getting moxibustion on his eyes makes me feel a bit sorry.

“It’s almost done, so outsiders shouldn’t interfere. We’re trying to catch a live goblin.”

I really want to slap him.

“Scholar, I’ll apply the acupuncture now, so you’ll be fine soon. Just bear with it a little.”

“Gwaaah─!”

The Herb Goblin rummages through his pouch and pulls out a needle that makes you shiver just by looking at it.

“Ah, crazy.”

I frantically look around.

Looks like everyone’s having a blast, sitting around smoking cigarettes and chugging alcohol.

“Uncle Wrestling, Uncle Sword. Help me out, please.”

The two guys who were just fighting like crazy a moment ago hear my voice and come over.

Thankfully, they seem somewhat reasonable.

“Hurry up. I’m really gonna catch that raw goblin.”

“Hey! Where do you think— huh!?”

The two goblins who got closer grab Herb Goblin’s arm and start dragging him away.

“Let go of this! Can’t you see the scholar is dying right now!”

“Yeah, yeah. Herb, let’s go talk first.”

“Hey! I said let go! Treatment can’t wait, you know!”

Even as he’s being dragged away, that crazy guy keeps waving his acupuncture needle around.

For someone who’s supposedly dying, he’s been rolling around on the ground since the start. Maybe he’s not as bad off as he seems.

“Phew—”

The goblins in the audience seats laugh, enjoying the show.

This is a real madhouse of goblins.

Judging by what I saw earlier, they might even stand a chance against Zeus in a fight.

A terrifying thought crosses my mind—each of these goblins lounging freely on the dirt might be on the level of a divine being.

“Ugh. The patient.”

“Gwaaah!”

“This is insane.”

Every time the Scholar Goblin rolls on the ground and flails his arms, a fierce wind blows.

If that hits you, your body might just explode. Now I understand why Grandfather warned us not to fight.

“Did he stab his own eyeball with this…?”

“Gwaaah!”

“Ugh. Is there any goblin who can calm this guy down? I’ll treat you to something delicious later.”

“Something delicious?”

“What’s so delicious?”

“How should I know? You’d have to try it to find out.”

The goblins, who were whispering among themselves, start getting up one by one and stomping over.

Every time their straw sandals scrape the ground, dirt flies up.

“Peach Girl. If we calm this guy down, it’ll be fine, right?”

“Yep. Please help.”

“Ugh, Scholar guy. Always so full of himself.”

“Hurry up.”

“Got it.”

The swarm of goblins exchange glances, and one holding a steamed potato steps forward.

“Hey, you. Snap out of it.”

Whoosh—!

“Huh…?”

A deafening sound rips through the air, and my left eye throbs as the world slows down.

Even in this slowed-down world, something flies in too fast to catch.

Thwack!!

“Gah!?”

Something explodes, and a chilling bone-cracking sound comes from the Scholar Goblin’s neck.

When the world returns to normal, I look down at the Scholar Goblin, who’s now calm, just as I asked.

“A potato?”

Looks like he just threw the steamed potato he was eating.

Potato fragments are stuck all over his face.

“Phew—….”

I raise my hand over the now calm (or maybe passed out) Scholar Goblin, and the goblins who were standing back swarm in.

“Hearing your voice up close, it’s like a heavenly fairy.”

“Are you planning to perform that miraculous treatment you did for Wrestling and Sword earlier?”

“Do you really need to say it out loud?”

“Did this guy eat something bad? Why’s he so angry!”

“Grandfather! These goblins are fighting!!”

“Ahem. No, Peach Girl. They’re just close, that’s all. Right?”

The goblin who launched the potato like a cannonball elbows the goblin next to him.

“Huh? Yeah, yeah. That’s right.”

“Really?”

“Ah, stating the obvious. Can’t you believe what you see?”

“Haha. This friend and I are like inseparable buddies.”

The goblins, with their arms around each other’s shoulders, flash rotten smiles, their forearms trembling with strength.

“Haha, my friend. What if you wipe a potato on my shoulder?”

“Haha, that’s what friends are for.”

“Whew─”

The other goblins watching this scene are laughing so hard their stomachs might burst.

Now is the time for treatment.

**〈Heal〉**

As a warm energy continuously flows into the injured area, the scholar goblin’s eyelids begin to twitch slightly.

“…..”

“Are you coming to your senses?”

The scholar goblin, who seems to have regained consciousness, blinks his eyes.

“Thi… Thi…!”

“This?”

“This wretched thing!!”

The scholar goblin, his lips trembling, starts yelling again.

“Ugh, here we go again.”

“Because of you, our village will be thrown into chaos!! The village will shake!!”

“Calm down, will you? I didn’t do anything. Look, I’m just standing here, right?”

As I slightly bend down to meet his eyes and calm him, the scholar goblin flails around like a madman.

Thud.

“What?”

At that moment, perhaps because I dressed in a hurry, a button from my chest suddenly pops off.

“Ahhh!! How dare you show such indecency to a scholar! Go away!!”

The scholar goblin, veins bulging in his neck, stretches out his fingers and pokes his own eyes.

Plop!

“Kyaaah!!”

“Damn it. He’s gone crazy.”

***

“Baekseol!”

“Yes!”

Hearing the voice, I go out to the yard and see Baekseol admiring the flowers.

“My baby, Rabbit, Gong.”

“Gong!”

“Gong?”

“Yes!”

“Got it. Come here, let’s groom your fur and play.”

Baekseol comes running and jumps into my arms.

“Cape!”

“Can’t wear it now, it’s too hot. Let’s wear it when you calm down.”

“Cape!”

Walking on a cold winter day, you sometimes see babies dressed in thin princess outfits.

When you see that, you wonder why parents dress their babies in such seasonally inappropriate clothes.

“Now I get it.”

“Great!”