A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad - Chapter 4

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A Powerful Child Searches for Dad Episode 4

After walking for another 15 minutes, Tie stopped between the towering trees and thought.

‘This is terrible!’

She had set off because she needed to get to Jedo.

But no matter how much she walked, Jedo was nowhere to be seen.

‘Hiiing, in Jongno-gu, if you walked just a little bit you’d reach a really big city.’

It seemed like Jedo in this world was much farther away than she had thought.

“What should I do…”

Birds flew overhead, chirping and tweeting.

‘If only Tie had wings, she could just whoosh and fly there.’

Wait a minute, wings?

“…”

Her eyes sparkled brightly.

Tie stealthily turned her body toward Kamang.

Kamang was about five steps away, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed.

“Kamang, you know.”

“I can’t carry you.”

“Oh, I see…”

Tie’s face immediately became dejected.

She had hoped she might be able to ride on Kamang’s back, but it was disappointing.

Now that she looked at him, Kamang’s wings did seem a bit small for a legendary puppet monster.

But Tie didn’t give up and thought of another method.

“Kamang, then…”

“I can’t use teleportation either.”

“Huh… Really?”

This was quite a shock.

But Kamang was a legendary puppet monster?

Coming from South Korea to this place had also been with Kamang’s help?

As she made a troubled expression, Kamang added.

“I’ve already used my power to its limit. Do you think bringing you here was easy?”

Tie was so surprised that she closed her mouth.

Now that she looked at him, Kamang’s complexion did seem somewhat pale.

“I had to interfere with dimensions to save your father, and in the meantime you fell asleep so I had to find a place for you to sleep…”

Kamang stopped talking and muttered to himself, ‘…what am I even talking about.’

However, he soon looked at Tie again as if it didn’t matter anyway.

“Anyway. Right now I can’t do anything.”

Tie pursed her lips.

She suddenly felt sorry for Kamang.

Kamang was Tie’s benefactor.

A benefactor who had saved Father, whom she had almost lost forever, and even brought Tie to her homeland.

‘…I shouldn’t keep pestering him endlessly without knowing how grateful I should be.’

It wasn’t enough that she had done that to Father, she didn’t want to become a burden to Kamang too.

Tie hesitantly approached Kamang.

“Kamang, should I give you a shoulder massage?”

Kamang made a strange expression.

“What?”

“I learned filial piety massage at preschool! I was first place in Quail Class!”

“No thanks.”

She reached out her hand, but Kamang quickly stepped back.

Then he added with a still uncomfortable expression.

“There’s no need for that. Even if I had power left, I couldn’t have used high-level magic anyway.”

“Huh?”

“High-level magic. Especially magic that leaves traces like spatial movement can be easily tracked.”

At the word ‘tracked,’ Tie’s face went blank.

She remembered how Father would always make a dark expression whenever ‘tracking’ appeared in newspapers or news.

Actually, Tie knew why Father made that expression.

‘Tracking, because if you get caught by that you get deported…’

Deportation meant being driven away.

She didn’t know why Father had to be driven away, but according to the adults, if he got deported, Father and Tie might end up far apart from each other.

Tie shook her head vigorously.

Tracking, deportation was absolutely not allowed.

How had they come this far.

How had they returned to the homeland where Father was alive.

Tie urgently raised her head.

“Kamang!”

She was going to tell Kamang that he absolutely must not use magic, but,

“Kamang?”

The spot where Kamang had been just moments ago was completely empty.

Tie rushed over and saw a black stone lying alone among the leaves.

Tie looked at Pebble with shocked eyes and quickly picked it up.

After that, she opened her preschool bag that she had brought knowing this might happen.

“Kamang…”

Since he had said he used a lot of power, Kamang seemed to have fallen asleep.

When puppet monsters exhaust their power, they return to their puppet balls to rest.

‘Kamang, don’t worry about this place.’

Tie put Pebble into the inner pocket of her bag with a mature expression and zipped it all the way up.

After that, she carefully checked twice before putting the bag on her back.

“Even if it’s hard, I have to go!”

She remembered 107 Grandmother’s teaching that life was bitter even if you couldn’t eat it.

Tie walked forward very, very bravely.

Without having any idea what was going to happen next.

“The taste is disgustingly awful.”

Basto muttered as he crunched on wild carrots.

He knew this wasn’t the time to be picky about food, but after chewing the same thing for three straight days, boredom was starting to creep in.

He leaned his back against a tree trunk and quietly looked around.

Two hours had passed since he set traps in the area, but there was no sign that any prey had been caught.

“…Damn magical beasts.”

This forest had once been full of rabbits, deer, and other wild animals.

The fact that such a forest had become completely empty was definitely thanks to the magical creatures.

“Whether it’s mercenaries or imperial troops, no matter how much they hunt…”

If they siege this magic stone, then from that magic stone.

If they siege that magic stone, then from another newly created magic stone.

The magical creatures that deserved to be killed kept flowing out endlessly.

“Ptui.”

Basto spat out the carrot he was eating and got up from his spot.

As he twisted his stiff body this way and that, his joints made continuous cracking sounds.

He stroked his bushy beard once, then pulled out a map from inside his armor with his rough hands.

[Briowood]

The place where he was located was a medium-sized forest five days’ distance to the southern end of Jedo.

The forest stretched horizontally in a long line, positioned as if embracing Jedo from afar, and had three red dots clearly marked on it.

Basto took out charcoal and drew an X mark on one of them.

It was the location of the small magic stone crack he had conquered the night before.

‘I almost died for real yesterday.’

A hollow laugh escaped as he recalled yesterday’s chaotic battle.

Even a small magic stone crack was still a magic stone crack, and he too had panicked when a flying monster suddenly appeared.

Sometimes he felt disillusioned with this work that required risking his life.

But…

“…That’s enough.”

Basto fastened his armor again to shake off his thoughts.

What mattered anyway was the fact that he had survived this time without dying.

Wandering alone as a vagrant mercenary, killing monsters like a murderer and getting covered in their blood.

All of it would end together when his breath finally stopped someday.

“I should dismantle the traps and head back to Jedo soon.”

Just as he put away the map and was about to take a step.

Ting-

A small but familiar sound pierced his eardrums.

That sound of a taut rope being released was a signal that prey had been caught in his trap.

Basto picked up his weapon ‘War Hammer’ that was leaning against a tree and began running toward the trap.

‘I thought the wild animals had all dried up.’

A rabbit perhaps?

Or maybe a rat or marten?

A wild boar or deer would be perfect, but even a rat would be fine.

It wasn’t particularly tasty and was difficult to debone, but rat meat was more edible than one might think.

However, at that moment,

“…Hic.”

His hearing detected a different sound this time.

It was definitely a sound coming from the direction of the trap.

His steps slowed slightly.

‘It sounds exactly like something a person would make…’

“Hic!”

Basto frowned.

He was right.

The sound coming from the trap’s direction was unmistakably hiccupping.

He lowered his posture to muffle his sounds, then began quickly moving between the trees.

If there was someone in a forest with three magic stone cracks positioned in it, they were likely a mercenary or knight.

But he couldn’t let his guard down.

If it really was a person caught in the trap, they would have screamed or cried for help.

Or they would have already escaped by cutting the net with whatever weapon they brought.

But a case of just hiccupping without any cries for help or screams.

He had never seen such a thing before.

Finally reaching the trap, Basto quietly secured his view through the thicket.

The net he had woven himself was dangling from a high tree branch.

He stiffened immediately when he tried to confirm what was inside it.

“…Hic.”

Inside the net.

His gaze met with vivid green eyes.

Someone was trembling and looking at him from within the net.

It was a child who seemed terrified out of their wits.

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