I Picked Up a Witch With Amnesia

2. Winter Expedition – 04

“Bake it!”

Quaang!

I was hit straight by the bat wielded by the ogre and fell out.

That damned guy’s power was so powerful that even though I was sure to block it with my sword, my body bounced back as if it were an arrow.

“Puff. Cain, you are really weak. Not even an ogre with a broken arm can take it.”

However, even in the midst of flying far away, I can still hear Bianca’s harsh voice.

‘Bitch like a dog.’

Rather than hating the ogre who hit me this far, hatred for Bianca, who chatters like a sister-in-law next to me, grows rapidly.

And hatred for Baanka brings me strength.

Ki-Ik-

While flying, give strength to your legs and land as it is on the floor.

Then, using the centrifugal force, it shoots its own body like an arrow toward the ogre and rushes.

“Bake it!”

An ogre who wields a huge club regardless of his broken arm.

He hits the club at my head to break my earthen pot.

Booong!

However, a second before his club breaks my earthen pot, I notice where he is aiming.

‘One step to the right.’

Just taking a step to the side is enough to get out of the range of that ignorant club.

Quaang!

As the ogre’s club narrowly missed my head, it hit the floor at the same time.

More at NovelNext com

My hair is blowing in the wind from the club, but the expression on my face doesn’t change.

It is because I have seen and experienced too many things in the past six months to be so scared and trembling.

One more step, one step forward. I approached the guy on my own as far as the sword could reach.

His disgusting breath reaches me. Make eye contact with the guy. My hamstrings tingle when I meet the eyes that have the will to kill me. But, shaking off my fear, I thrust my sword straight into the ogre’s neck.

Pooh-!

Just in case you didn’t know, put the sword in the neck and turn the sword clockwise once.

“Kreak! Goo, uh uh…”

cooong!

No matter how proud I am of an ogre, the knife turns in my throat and I can’t stand it, so I end up collapsing on the floor.

It was an instant death.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.”

I was about to die. This time I almost died for real. If I had misjudged the range of the club the ogre was wielding, I would have been lying on the floor by now, with my pot broken.

pair, pair, pair.

A slow clap is heard from the side.

Slowly turning her head and looking to the side, there was a princess standing there with a proud face.

“Sir Cain. Great. To be able to defeat an ogre after just six months of training.”

“…wasn’t that the guy with the broken arm?”

The title of defeating a handicapped ogre isn’t cool, and it’s embarrassing to even tell anyone about it.

“Even considering that, it’s great. Six months ago, even an orc with a broken limb couldn’t stand it. It seems that this training method suits you.”

More at NovelNext com

My face contorted grotesquely at the words of the princess, whether they were compliments or not.

I remember myself being beaten like a dog six months ago by an orc with broken limbs captured by the princess.

The princess just watched as I was being beaten by an orc under the bizarre pretext of ‘lions drop their cubs on high places’, and Bianca wondered if the sight of me being beaten was just ridiculous, so I was being trained by the princess. When he said yes, he ran to me and was only engrossed in watching the scene where I was beaten.

After being beaten by orcs for about a week, I came to a realization.

The realization that if I continued like this, I might be beaten by a real orc. And that human survival instinct is truly great.

After being beaten for a week, I automatically learned the direction of the orc’s fist, how powerful it was, and how to hit it to make it even a little less painful.

And after another week, I succeeded in putting my sword through the neck of an orc who beat me countless times.

“Hmm. Did it take 2 weeks? It’s slower than expected. I need to increase the intensity of my training a little more.”

The princess muttered such terrifying words as she watched me insert the sword into the orc’s neck. The next day, the princess saw all sorts of guys, from an orc with all limbs intact, then a troll, and then a bizarre beast whose name I didn’t even know. After capturing them alive, I demanded that they be defeated.

The princess, who was so good at catching monsters like that in the harsh winter where snowflakes were scattered all over the place and life seemed incapable of surviving, was nothing but resentment.

Beaten countless times by them, threatened with my life, and I also struggle to survive somehow.

Six months passed like that, and I finally succeeded in acquiring the skills to defeat an ogre with a disability.

‘…But what can I do?’

However, it was not as happy as the eyes. When I think of the number of times I was hit by them in six months, I feel so f*cked up that I wake up in my sleep. If someone says to me, ‘Isn’t it okay because I’ve become stronger after working hard for six months?’

Waking up at dawn, doing strength training and swordsmanship training, then marching northwards through the snowy fields shivering in extremely low temperatures, fighting with the monsters who tried to tear me to death in the evening, risking their lives, and Bianca’s dog who pounced on me in the middle. With the same behavior, I really want to commit suicide.

If the Emperor or other destitutes entrusted me with the role of a guide to bring me pain, I think the intention was 100% successful. Because I want to commit suicide right now with a knife in my mouth like a chimney.

“Seeing you grow up, even I, the teacher, feel proud. In that sense, what do you think about fighting 5 orcs tomorrow?”

“…..”

It’s a witch, and now it’s just f*cked up. I want someone to kill me sooner. Except, of course, for Bianca.

****

Fortunately, the other two members of the ‘Winter Fellowship’ weren’t directly craving me like Bianca or Princess.

In this situation where Bianca was already beating me in terms of mentality and the princess in terms of physicality, if someone else helped me with an arm, I might have gone crazy long ago.

Even so, they weren’t friendly or close to me.

One had only a vague smile that I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and the other openly disapproved of me.

First of all, let’s discuss Ariel Thiers, a saint of the church who plays the role of a priest in ‘Winter Expedition’.

Saint Ariel was truly a woman who did not know what she was thinking.

She always had a smile on her lips and never seemed to lose her composure no matter what happened during the expedition.

Since I had never seen her expression change, I even thought that a saint would sleep with a smile on her lips even while asleep.

From the beauty that is even called the incarnation of a goddess, the kind heart, the friendly way of speaking, and the immense divine power that casually revives a person on the verge of death to their original state, nothing can be left out, and there is nothing lacking in the saintess Ariel. I could say she was the perfect woman.

…But I felt uncomfortable with the saintess for some reason.

It wasn’t that she was flirting with me like Bianca or physically craving me like the princess, but I felt somehow uneasy about it. I don’t know why. I just thought of that as soon as I saw her.

Whenever I was being treated like a servant by Bianca or gasping for exhaustion from training with the princess, she was a kind woman who silently came to me and gave me healing magic, but every time I felt uncomfortable in a corner of my heart.

More at NovelNext com

Maybe it’s because she treats me so well. Come to think of it, from the moment I first met the saintess, she treated me without hesitation as if she had been my friend for 10 years. And that’s not all. Every time I carried the luggage and followed the expedition team panting, the saintess was the only one who stood still and waited until I caught up with them, and the saintess was also the only one who helped clean up and wash the dishes after the meal.

But it was uncomfortable. If anyone hears it, they might say that it was the sound of the belly button, but I was really uncomfortable with Saint Ariel. The way she looked at me from time to time felt like something incomprehensible and uneasy.

And the situation was the same for Kyrie El Denaris, an elf who played the role of an archer in the ‘Winter Expedition’ and a guardian of the World Tree.

Kyrie always showed an attitude of ignoring me. No, to be precise, he showed an attitude of putting the human race a little lower. Although they used honorifics for us, there seemed to be a backlash against us behind them.

The cause is unknown. …Well, she thinks that humans who live only 100 years are inferior, or the fact that the ‘witch’ who brought winter to the continent is a human touched her heart, or did she even fight against humans in the past? I mean, I couldn’t figure out why or not.

Whatever the reason, Kyrie’s attitude was enough to offend Bianca, who lives on her own pride, and the princess, who is united with pride for the imperial family. was

The presence of the saintess in the middle just laughing and watching me tune them was a bonus.

Fortunately, Princess Bianca and Princess Bianca turned around and didn’t want to confront Kyrie head-on, but the suffocating battle of nerves between the women seemed to choke me.

Even though it was only 5 members of the expedition, I felt like my lifespan was being cut short as I watched all 4 of them harass me in their own way. .

Although the expedition lasted only one year, I didn’t have a single day to rest comfortably, and in proportion to that, my anger and resentment towards the ‘witch’ piled up one by one.

Yeah, it’s all because of the ‘witch’ bitch. If it wasn’t for that bitch, I wouldn’t have been thrown into a dungeon, I wouldn’t have been brought to this expedition with a meat shield, and I wouldn’t have been run over by those four people. The fact that I was scolded by that bitch Bianca today, the fact that the princess brought two ogres and was beaten up like a dog, the fact that Kyrie almost confronted Bianca, who was angry because of a sarcastic remark, the saintess saw it clearly with both eyes. It is clear that the fact that he was smiling even though he was there was all because of the witch. That bitch must have ruined my life so much.

The anger and resentment that had nowhere to go became life, and the life engulfed my heart. I got to the point where I could laugh empty-handedly even if some strange women next to me shuddered.

A year passes like that. Arriving at the northern end of the Duchy of Estel, we faced the ‘Witch of Winter’, the main culprit that brought winter to the continent.

The witch was a beauty with hair as white as snow. To be honest, I couldn’t believe that she was a ‘witch’ who brought winter to the continent if I only looked at her appearance. But as soon as I saw the bitch blowing snowflakes out of her fingertips, my eyes widened. It was the moment when the patience that I had endured and endured for the past year came to an end.

“Hehe, you finally arrived here. You guys came up from the south to stop me…”

“Hey, you bitch.”

“…yes?”

I closed the mouth of the witch who started talking about something. All I had in my head was the urge to sever that bitch’s head as soon as possible, and thus end all the grudges I’ve accumulated so far.

“Let’s close the snout and stick together. You damn bitch.”