The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 44
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this book is completely translated on luna kofi (advanced chapters for the website will follow)
“I will now explain about the new monster. Its name is Illusion Breed. I thought it was just a nightmare, but thanks to the Mistress’ warning, I realized it wasn’t just a dream.”
While Igmeyer’s speech continued, Amber realized why he brought up this story.
Igmeyer wanted to credit her for all these preparations.
If such an event really happened, it was clear who initially ordered the preparations.
“When I dismissed the nightmare as just a dream, the Mistress immediately bought oil and chicken upon arriving in the north. Because the weakness of the Illusion Breed is fire and chicken blood.”
This statement could seem absurd.
But since the speaker was Igmeyer, the respected center of the North and a figure of loyalty and awe among all knights, it wasn’t dismissed as nonsense.
Especially those who had been with Igmeyer since their mercenary days believed his words without question.
Thump. Thump. Thump, Thump, Thump!
Some knights responded by stomping their feet and banging on the table one by one, in rhythm.
Amber almost burst into tears seeing everyone in the banquet hall united in their goal.
She had wondered if they would believe her, having worked alone to prevent the disaster… The sorrowful times suddenly didn’t seem sad anymore.
Instead, they were filled with a sense of accomplishment and hope.
“To the Madam, cheers!”
“Cheers!”
A good-natured knight stood up abruptly, raising his glass. Overwhelmed by the cheers for her, Amber felt like crying.
Her heart was full.
She never expected Igmeyer to give her such credit.
Just the fact that these exclusive and guarded people opened their hearts to her a little was enough to make Amber happy.
“Thank you, Igmeyer.”
“It’s nothing. I just told them the truth.”
“Telling the truth…..isn’t always easy. Of course, you are not such a cowardly man.”
In Shadroch, such incidents used to be commonplace.
In her great-grandmother’s time, it was impossible for a woman to go out without a man, and for a woman to achieve something in her own name was impossible or severely restricted.
Now, in Amber’s time, it’s different, but in other countries, it’s often heard that women’s achievements are credited to men.
“From now on, what you do will be recognized as your doing. Of course, next time, you should be the one to tell the knights directly. I only stepped in this time due to various circumstances, and I’m sorry for that.”
His red eyes were sincere.
Amber hadn’t expected an apology and it made her heart feel warm.
Technically, it was right for her to publicly announce her achievements. In Shadroch, that’s how Amber was raised and taught.
But this isn’t Shadroch, and the people of the North dislike her.
Confrontation would only lead to breakage, so she chose a detour, and Igmeyer recognized that.
“Quiet.”
Softly apologizing to her, he then raised his hand to the audience.
The sight of the previously noisy crowd suddenly falling silent at his command was astonishing.
“The creatures create hallucinations of what you most desire. Once caught in their sweetness, they show the most horrific hallucinations next. They repeat this to slowly destroy their prey’s mind.”
“…..!”
The crowd gasped in alarm.
“These beings have no physical form. They have a brain and organs, but their appearance is like smoke. That’s why we need swords and arrows soaked in oil. They must be cut with fire. Believe me, I’ve done this several times in my dreams. There’s only one way.”
His voice, lowered to a chilling tone, was filled with strong conviction.
Amber especially paid attention to the phrase ‘several times’. It seemed he was genuinely horrified by the experience.
“All warriors will apply chicken blood to their eyelids. If the blood dries and falls off, better to fight with your eyes closed, relying on sounds. Hallucinations only appear when you open your eyes.”
His detailed explanation matched exactly what Amber knew.
How exactly they were supposed to fight with their eyes closed was unclear, but the Frost Giant Knights were much more adaptable and skilled than ordinary knights.
They would somehow manage.
“You must focus on killing the Illusion Breed as quickly as possible, even if a comrade is in danger. Always think logically and judge coldly. Otherwise, we will all die together. I will create and distribute materials based on their appearance and characteristics, and we will change our training methods starting tomorrow.”
After declaring this, Igmeyer gestured for Raphael to come forward.
“Close your eyes and attack me and Raphael. From now on, it’s only real combat.”
Raphael stepped onto the stage with an expressionless face and nodded silently.
Playful sighs erupted among the knights, sensing the training would not be easy.
