The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 156

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓𝟔: 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 2

Uljibataar stood firmly in place, arms crossed.

Those who were under Sirke approached him, inviting him to relax and recommending a nearby cafe or restaurant, but Uljibataar shook his head.

“I did not come here to play, I only followed Older brother. I will stay here until Older brother comes out.”

“Chief! Can I go eat?”

“. . .What?”

“I want to look around here. No one from the tribe would believe that there’s an underground city beneath the Gobi Desert. I’ll even buy some souvenirs.”

“. . .You should stay here too, Sansar.”

Uljibataar said, grabbing the collar of her clothes as she was about to leave.

“Ah, why! I want to try the food here!”

“If you really want to eat, wait until Older brother comes out.”

“Um. . . I was going to buy some for Oppa as well. If I ask him to go with me later, will he?”

“Older brother is kind enough to do so.”

Sansar nodded at his words.

“Uum. . . .”

She turned her gaze to the direction of the sound.

Benedict, who had been lying sprawled on the floor, was getting up from his seat while scratching his messy blonde hair.

“Where is this. . . ?”

Benedict said, rubbing his eyes.

“You’ve been sleeping since last night. You snore loudly.”

“Um. . . I’m so thirsty, do you have any cocoa?”

“If I had any, do you think I would have drunk it myself?”

“They don’t have anything like that. But they have water here.”

Uljibataar, who was listening from the side, handed him a water bottle.

“Oh. . . Thanks. You’re much kinder.”

“Hey. Who are you comparing me to? Me? Are you comparing me to Chief right now?”

“I didn’t say anything like that.”

Benedict replied, shaking his head.

“Anyway, where are we right now?”

He took a sip of water and looked around the street, tilting his head in wonder.

I clearly remember drinking airag last night. . . I think I saw some kind of giant snake.

“The Mongolian Deathworm appeared yesterday and Oppa, Chief, and I defeated it. You were too busy sleeping to know.”

“Sansar, you should speak properly. Older brother did it all by himself.”

“Shh, Chief, watch your tone.”

Sansar said, putting her index finger up to her mouth.

“Ah. . . So that was the giant snake. But where is this? A nearby Mongolian tribe?”

“No. It’s an underground city beneath that desert.”

“Wow. . . . There’s something like that?”

“I don’t know much about it since it’s my first time here as well.”

Benedict chuckled.

I’ve heard rumors several times that there’s a city hidden in a secluded area.

I didn’t know it would be in the Gobi Desert of Mongolia though.

“Hmm~~ This place is. . . made by the half-demons? It looks like a space made to avoid the gazes of the demon race and humans.”

Uljibataar looked at him with surprised eyes at his quick judgment, despite waking up from a hangover.

“Your magic sensing ability is not ordinary.”

“It’s ordinary, ordinary. Ow~ My head. But where did the teachers go?”

“They were called by the ‘landlord’ of this place. It seems like Older brother came here from the beginning to see that landlord.”

“Ohㅡ Come to think of it, there was a rumor like that.”

“What rumor?”

Benedict stroked his chin, trying to recall the rumor.

“I think it was about the king of the half-demon being an incredibly beautiful woman.”

“Don’t tell me. . . Is that ‘the’ one from the rumor? No, but isn’t it the king? If it’s the king, it should be a warrior.”

“Wellㅡ I only heard it as a rumor. We can ask Little Master  later.”

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

Siwoo looked around the room.

An old wooden desk and chair, a crooked picture hanging on the wall, a photograph of a shyly smiling girl.

Everything was exactly the same as the memory in Siwoo’s head.

“Nothing has changed.”

“That’s because it’s all memories with master.”

The woman looked at Siwoo with affectionate eyes, and soon hugged him tightly as if she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“You’re so. . . late. . . .”

“Sorry. I had a lot of things to do.”

Siwoo stroked her beautiful white hair.

She has always been a crybaby.

Namir.

She was a demon race that Siwoo had saved her life a long time ago.

Since she had no parents, Siwoo stayed by her side for a while, training her and helping her find a way to live.

Even after Namir had settled down, Siwoo visited her from time to time and took care of her, and thanks to that, she thought of Siwoo as more than just family.

The title of master was something she called him out of her own will.

“Did you come all the way to the desert to see me?”

“Yes. It wouldn’t be easy for you to leave here, so I had to come.”

“Not because of the S-rank gate?”

“That’s. . . part of it.”

Siwoo scratched his cheek with an embarrassed expression.

Namir looked up at him and pouted her lips.

“Why are you pouting again?”

“Master, no matter how I think about it, aren’t you too late? Even if you’re late?”

“Uh. . . Mongolia farther than you thought from Korea?”

“Yes, yes. You must have visited China, the US, and Germany often because they’re close.”

“. . .It’s cheating to say when you know everything.”

Siwoo smiled awkwardly and pinched her cheek lightly.

“Does it feel good to tease your subordinate after seeing them for the first time in a long time?”

“Tease ? When did I ever.”

“Just now. Ah! Don’t you know that no one can touch my body in this 〈Sult Ordd〉? Master is experiencing a great honor right now.”

“Thank you very much.”

【𝐀𝐠𝐡𝐡𝐡. . . 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. . . . 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. . . .】

Just then, a black fuzz poked out of Siwoo’s pouch and let out a groan.

“Oh my, what is this?”

Namir let go of the arm she was holding him with and took a step back.

“A doll. . .? A pet. . .?”

“No. It’s a food trash can.”

【𝐇𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬. . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞. . . . 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧. . . . 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨. . . .】

Pre, who had come out of the pouch, climbed onto Siwoo’s head and collapsed as if he was going to faint.

“My, my.”

【𝐔𝐠𝐡. . . . 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧. . . . 𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. . . .]

Siwoo frowned and glared at Pre, who he couldn’t even see.

“Master, I’ll have a servant make it and bring it to you.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

“No, I’m different from the m. a. s. t. e. r., so I love my subordinates terribly.”

Namir said the word ‘master’ with a strong staccato.

A moment later, the ramen that she had requested through Sirke arrived, and Pre came down to the table with a bright smile.

【𝐎𝐡. . . 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧. . . . 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. . . . 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. . . .】

“Hoohoo. Enjoy your meal.”

Namir said, carefully stroking Pre’s fur.

“Master, please tell me how you’ve been.”

“Well, I have a lot to talk about.”

“That’s okay. You’re not going anywhere now, are you?”

Namir sat down next to the chair Siwoo was sitting on and opened her big eyes wide.

Siwoo explained the key points of his life in the other world, starting from the moment he fought the Demon King, and what happened after he returned.

At first, she listened to his story with a faint smile, but later, her face was filled with shock and astonishment.

“. . .So you killed Ruslana, a member of the organization, and Orobas, a devil, one after the other.”

“After Balok, you killed another devil? By yourself?”

“He was alone too, so I had to kill him alone.”

“I. . . don’t. . . know. . . what. . . to. . . say.”

The sentence ‘I don’t know what to say’ couldn’t even come out properly.

Namir shook her head, unable to follow the story.

“But aren’t devils strong? I know they’re at least as strong as a ranker. Of course, master is the strongest in the world.”

“Well. . . It’s hard to set a standard, but subjectively, they were stronger than S-rank gate boss monsters, but weaker than the Demon King.”

“What kind of standard is that?”

Namir frowned at the analogy that no one could relate to.

The standard that Siwoo mentioned was something that ordinary people could never understand, something from a completely different world.

Who could fight an S-rank gate boss, a devil, and the Demon King and set a reference value?

“Master is as strange as ever, both in the past and now.”

“Really? This is the first time I’ve heard that.”

Of course, he had heard it countless times from many people. Siwoo had just forgotten because it was annoying.

“What do you plan to do from now on, master?”

“It’s always the same, both in the past and now.”

“. . .Get rid of the Demon King?”

“Uh-huh.”

Siwoo replied, looking at Pre, who was sucking in the noodles one strand at a time.

‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦-𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩.’

There are creatures that eat more food than their own volume.

“I see. I’ll help you this time too.”

Siwoo looked at her with a slightly surprised face at Namir’s determined words.

“Aren’t you pushing yourself too hard? You don’t have to help me out of a sense of duty.”

The relationship between the half-demon, the demon race, and humans has a more complex history than one might think.

To put it very simply, the half-demon was a group that was rejected and ostracized from everywhere, and because of that, they created an underground city beneath a secluded area and lived secretly among themselves.

Abandoned by the demon race and persecuted by humans, they were a cursed race.

“I didn’t have the strength back then. It’s different now.”

“Definitely. . . You seem to have gotten a bit stronger than the last time I saw you.”

The demon race could use not only magic power but also magic, so in a sense, they had the most blessed body structure.

“Hoohoo. You have to be strong to stand next to master. So I worked hard.”

Namir replied with a proud expression, shrugging her shoulders.

“Yes, thank you. I’ll just accept your feelings.”

“Bleh. You’re not saying that because you don’t want to take me with you, are you?”

“Would I do that? I think of you like my own little sister.”

【𝐏𝐡𝐞𝐰ㅡ 𝐈 𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥! 𝐈’𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥!】

“Did you wake up well?”

Pre flew around, flapping his wings.

“You look fine.”

“Do you know how I first found out about master?”

“I’m guessing.”

“Oh my, really? How?”

“Wasn’t it Crow?”

“Tha. . . t’s right.”

When Siwoo first saw Crow, a half-demon, he felt a sense of familiarity with the way she used her magic power.

Of course, it was nothing more than a feeling, but after meeting her a few more times, he became convinced that Crow and Namir were related.

That’s why Siwoo’s actions towards IZIZ were also lenient.

“She came to me one day and told me that she had seen the person her sister had been looking for. When she heard your impression and way of speaking, she said it was exactly like master.”

“Then why didn’t Crow tell you about it?”

“Hoohoo. No. I wanted to meet master in person like this and talk to you.”

She replied with a faint smile.

“Yes, thanks to that, it’s nice to see your face too.”

“What do you mean? Are you leaving already?”

“The guys waiting outside are pitiful, and if I stay here for too long, the other half-demons might think it’s strange.”

“I don’t care.”

At that moment, the door opened abruptly and Sirke entered.

“What is it, Sirke?”

“Master, something terrible has happened!”

Namir frowned and got up from her seat and approached her.

“What is it?”

Sirke glanced at Siwoo and said in a voice that only Namir could hear.

“D-Demons have come to the underground city.”

Namir’s eyes widened.

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