[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 316

As soon as I entered the place called a small workshop, a strong wave of heat hit me.

“Is the furnace always kept burning?”

“Of course. Goblins never let the workshop’s fire go out.”

“Oh-ho.”

The flames rising from the furnace, the various weapons hanging on the walls, and even the large anvil and tools—this place was no different from Grandfather Hyeoncheol’s workshop.

“So, you said the weapon was getting weaker?”

“Yep. The one I was using was too strong.”

“Can’t you just adjust your strength?”

Uncle Hwadeok’s question was, in a way, quite natural.

The problem was that I struggled with controlling my strength.

“I prefer things with weight, so it doesn’t work out well.”

“Hmm, I see.”

Uncle Hwadeok walked over to a box in the corner and pulled something out.

“This is called Bakryonggoe.”

“The name is really unique.”

“Haha, right? Originally, it’s drawn out as thin as a thread and used to weave nets.”

“Looks like it lives up to its name by tying things up.”

“Exactly, it’s that sturdy. Nets woven with Bakryonggoe are also called dragon-catching nets.”

Uncle handed me the Bakryonggoe.

I reached out to take it, and he dropped it into my hand.

“Whoa.”

I felt the cold, metallic sensation.

And it was heavy.

“How is it?”

“Hmm… It feels like my strength is draining? No, more like it’s harder to exert force?”

“Exactly. Bakryonggoe has that characteristic.”

“Wow, that’s amazing.”

“I’ll make a weapon out of this for you. Do you have a specific shape in mind? Or should I make it like a staff or spear, like what you used before?”

My mind lit up at his question.

“This!”

I opened my subspace, waved my hand, and two items came out.

“An axe head and a handle? It’s broken.”

“Ppyongppyong!”

“Yeah, it’s Ppyongppyong, who went to the afterlife.”

Baekseol, perched on my shoulder, twitched her front paws as she looked at Ppyongppyong’s remains.

“This was my favorite weapon, but it broke after one swing.”

Uncle Hwadeok took the pieces of Ppyongppyong and frowned.

“No wonder. It was made so carelessly. The weight balance is a mess, the material is too poor, and the blade is too dull.”

“Oof.”

The brutal critique of my beloved weapon was too much.

“Is there no way to fix it?”

“Repairing it is simple. The weight balance is just a mess. There’s even some weight-increasing magic engraved on it?”

“They called it an enchantment. If it’s a mess, that’s even better.”

“Well, you wanted a weaker weapon, so it fits perfectly.”

Uncle Hwadeok placed the axe head and handle on the nearby anvil.

“I’ll insert Bakryonggoe into the handle to make it super sturdy.”

“Thank you! But I don’t have anything to give you in return.”

“Huh?”

Uncle Hwadeok, looking surprised, placed his hand on my head and ruffled my hair vigorously.

“Whoa…!”

I swear there must be honey on my head.

“Haha, goblins are family. Family doesn’t need to be so calculating.”

“Ah, family…”

“That’s right. Family.”

I felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

Then I should at least do the bare minimum I can.

“I’ll make some snacks for you!”

“Sure, I’ll look forward to it.”

***

In the center of the goblin village stood a giant tree.

Hyeoncheol arrived there and faced the rising smoke from a cigarette.

“Has the child gone?”

“Yes. He took the weapon and ran off excitedly.”

“Hahaha, that’s the age for it.”

Hyeoncheol looked at the other person, who was laughing heartily, but couldn’t read their true intentions.

“Why did you tell Cheondo to hand over the key to the Demon Realm?”

“If it’s too cheap and just spins around, it’s no fun.”

“It’s not like teeth grow on time, you know.”

“Still, Heavenly Peach is too young. What if they go deep into the Demon Realm?”

“He’s a smart kid, so he probably won’t move recklessly.”

Hyuncheol recalls the Heavenly Peach he briefly met.

“That kid has a knack for causing trouble. Even Geuma opposed it.”

“Geuma is still young and not exactly gentle, right?”

“Geuma, you say? When she flips, she’s the scariest. And Geuma has been around for thousands of years. She’s the Great King now, the Great King.”

“Has that much time already passed?”

“Boss!”

At that moment, a dull noise echoes throughout the village.

*Thwack!*

“It’s the village chief.”

“Ahhh! My head!!”

Hyuncheol, clutching his head, rolls on the ground.

“Whew─”

While Hyuncheol rolls on the ground, the village chief gazes at the sky, puffing on a cigarette.

‘Mara and Buddha… Why does that kid have so many of those things attached to him?’

Through the hazy cigarette smoke, the goblin’s unique red eyes flash.

“It’s about time to start moving.”

───

Training Axe (Ppyongppyong Mk.2)

Durability: 100%

Weight: 6,400 kg

Enchantment: 100kg*(2^6)

●Dragon Slayer

───

“You’re back, Ppyong Taesik!”

“Ppyongppyong!”

“Danpung, say hello. It’s the Magic Wand Ppyongppyong Mk.2. I’m the Supporter, you know.”

“Beep!”

“I should give a lot of heals to the head with this.”

───

Seeing the Saint’s expression, Yu Bit-na hurriedly opens her mouth.

“No! Don’t cause trouble!”

But her shout was too late.

The Saint grabs the man’s hair and slams his head onto the desk.

*Bang!*

“Why is there a commotion in someone else’s territory?”

“Wait, hold on!”

“Why?”

“Why? Calm down first, let go of that, and then we’ll talk.”

The Saint lifts the bloodied man.

“This?”

“Yes, that! That person is a civilian! Are you out of your mind?”

“What does that matter?”

“What…?”

*Thud.*

The Saint lets go of the hair she was holding and approaches Yu Bit-na, leaning forward.

“Bit-na, Bit-na. The weak aren’t always the virtuous.”

The Saint had a deep smile on her face.

But Yu Bit-na felt her heart sink as she looked at her.

Because even after turning someone into a bloody mess, her eyes remained calm.

“…Do you think what you’re doing is right? You’re just using force to oppress.”

“Those who wag their tongues are the most troublesome. You have to pull their tongues out beforehand.”

“That’s not what I meant. Why do you use your strength like that?”

“It’s fun.”

As the Saint leans forward, their faces come dangerously close.

“Ugh…!”

“Bit-na-chan.”

“Why, why…?”

Yu Bit-na tries to shrink back into her chair, but there’s nowhere left to retreat.

“I’m not someone who lives for some lofty purpose. Do you understand?”

“…..”

“Autumn, the virtuous live stagnant lives. They despise and criticize the efforts of those who strive. They ask why we don’t live virtuous lives.”

“They are beings who live off criticism and contempt.”

“Autumn, fight and strive.”

“We are not heroes.”

“Go find some righteous hero or something. Our PT teacher said we’re not into that kind of thing.”

“PT?”

The Saint’s sudden…

Yu Bit-na’s face, which had been tense at the words, slightly relaxed.

“And a fool like me wouldn’t know about that.”

“Did you forget who wrote your recommendation letter and who your sponsor for the academy is?”

The Saint tilts her head.

“Hmm… Bitna wrote it, right?”

“So I’ve been seeing your report card too, you know?”

“What?!”

The Saint is startled by Yu Bit-na’s words.

“Why are you surprised? Your grades were really good. Except for half of them.”

“It’s embarrassing!”

“I don’t get why it’s either 100 or 0. Why is there no middle ground for our Saint?”

“Ugh, seriously.”

As the atmosphere turns awkward, the Saint tries to step back, but Yu Bit-na pulls down Baekseol and Danpung, who were on the Saint’s head.

“Hi? You guys were kidnapped, huh.”

“Yay!”

“It’s great!”

“Why is your owner acting like that? Still, you both and the Saint smell nice and are fluffy.”

The Saint steps back.

“Can I smoke?”

“Open the window and smoke.”

“Okay.”

The Saint walks to the window and opens it.

─Click, click.

“Phew─ So who is Park Chang-deok, and why are you looking for me?”

Yu Bit-na, who had been playing with Baekseol and Danpung with her fingers, finally turns her gaze to the Saint.

“You heard everything, huh.”

“Yeah. It was loud enough to hear outside.”

“Sigh.”

Yu Bit-na takes a deep breath and slowly starts to explain.

“Park Chang-deok is a former military assemblyman. He’s got a tight grip on that area.”

“Military or whatever, if you pull out their tongue and smash their head, they can’t cause trouble. So why me?”

“Ugh.”

Yu Bit-na sighs again.

“We’re looking for you because of the Wendigo.”

“Wendigo?”

“It’s like the disaster from the U.S. that you caught. Canada’s disaster. There was no such thing before, but as winter approaches, it’s suddenly expanding its territory.”

“So it’s an emergency, huh.”

Yu Bit-na nods.

“That area includes civilian residences.”

“Did someone provoke it?”

“Maybe. Disasters usually don’t move from their designated areas.”

“Any suspicions?”

“Disaster worshippers.”

Disasters settled in various countries are like a chicken rib.

Leaving them alone doesn’t cause harm, but capturing them requires the lives of many hunters, the foundation of the nation, according to scholars’ calculations.

But even that’s just a calculation; whether they can be captured for sure is unknown.

That’s why most countries turn a blind eye to disasters.

“In the U.S., there are more people who deify dragons and worship them than you’d think. To them, their god suddenly disappeared.”

“Phew─ They really do all sorts of crazy things.”

“I knew you’d say that.”

As Yu Bit-na raises her arm with her fingers spread, Baekseol and Danpung dangle and follow.

“Then your friends should handle it, why are you looking for me?”

“Remember the Demon Gate incident?”

There was an incident near Wisdom Academy where a mysterious gate, named the Demon Gate, opened.

That day, a national emergency was declared.

According to the treaty, Saints from various countries were dispatched to Korea.

“The ones who crowded in?”

“Right, the Saints from various countries. But you can’t just call them casually. Calling them a few times can shake the national treasury.”

“For something like that, quite a lot came, didn’t they?”

“Except for the most expensive U.S. Saint, the rest are from developing countries.”

The Saint’s brow furrows as the conversation continues.

“Scapegoats, huh?”

“Exactly. Whether the Saints live or die, it’s a win for them. Even if they die, the calling country has to pay the price.”

“They only pick the worst things to do. That’s why you have to smash their heads to stop their nonsense.”

“Haha!”

Yu Bit-na laughs at the Saint’s response.

Blowing up the crab.

Because no one has ever spoken so refreshingly like that before.

It was an absurd answer, but for Yu Bit-na, who had been tormented by them, this moment was the best answer.

“The nation’s power lies in hunters and…”

“The Saint.”

“Right.”

“Hmm. So you want to move me as you please?”

“Exactly.”

At Yu Bit-na’s answer, the Saint smiles.

Yu Bit-na feels a chill down her spine as she sees that smile.

“Are you going to help?”

“Don’t care if it’s a Wendigo or whatever.”

“What? You’re not helping?”

“If you want, I’ll even give you a kiss.”

The Saint playfully sticks out her lips and taps them with her finger.

“K-kiss…”

Yu Bit-na’s face turns red as she slightly turns her head.

“Then what are you planning to do?”

“I thought I’d mess with you. So you’d have to move.”

Yu Bit-na lies down and presses her face against Baekseol’s belly.

“Haa… I’m fine. Danpung, Baekseol, can you stop your owner?”

“It tickles!”

***

“Next agenda.”

The person presenting on the stage operates the remote, and the screen turns black.

The gazes of the gathered people turn to Yu Bit-na.

The screen turning black also meant there was no data.

“Vice Leader Yu Bit-na, are you just going to keep your mouth shut again today?”

“Sigh.”

Unlike usual, Yu Bit-na stands up and turns on the microphone.

“Vice Leader of Silver Wings, Yu Bit-na.”

As Yu Bit-na introduces herself, the surroundings buzz with chatter.

“My my…”

“My?”

Yu Bit-na stumbles over her words.

It wasn’t just her actions that were different.

Yu Bit-na’s face, known for being cold, was unusually red.

“My ‘bestie,’ the Saint, has decided to come.”

Yu Bit-na blurts out the words and lowers her head to hide her red face.

But the high-ranking officials at the meeting only heard the word “Saint.”

“Finally, the Saint is…!”

“Let’s see how pretty that expensive face is.”

After a moment of commotion, Yu Bit-na’s voice rings out again through the microphone.

“I clearly tried to stop her. I don’t know why you’re all so eager to bring disaster upon yourselves.”

As Yu Bit-na finishes speaking, the door to the conference hall is smashed.

Boom!!

At the same time, bullets from the guards protecting the meeting pour like rain toward the entrance, and hunters draw their weapons.

Ratatatat—!

After the barrage of bullets stops, someone steps in over the shattered remains of the door.

“Who is it?!”

“It’s a punk, you bastards.”

“Ahem!”

“It’s the Saint.”

At Yu Bit-na’s fake cough, the Saint quickly corrects herself and reveals herself.

Around her, the bullets that had been fired floated as if blocked by an invisible wall.

“Wow, this feels like playing the villain. Is this why people do it? It’s fun.”

Snap!

Swoosh—!

As the Saint flicks her finger, the bullets floating in the air begin to rotate in unison.

“Park Chang-deok, you punk, come out while I’m still being nice.”