Chapter 77 – 77. The Cuelvos’ First Shock Diary (1)

– One –

The back of Monohorn trudging along the road is dangerous.

“Jinah… How are you?”

“Yes yes…”

Monohorn’s complexion is not good.

Ever since he reenacted his death in Hell Joseon through his dreams, he has been suffering from insomnia.

Since the forgotten touch of death vividly revived, the same dream was often repeated.

He couldn’t do anything about the dream, he couldn’t change anything, and the dream always ended in death.

It drove his mental state to ruin, and was also making him physically dry.

“Hero… Shall I carry it?”

“It’s okay, mamang. I think it’ll be okay if I rest a little, a little bit. Brother, would it be okay if I rested for a while under the shade of a tree over there?”

“… That’s right.”

José also looks at Monohorn anxiously with sunken eyes.

The reality of having nothing to do other than continuous counseling is disastrous.

I just want his pain to go away soon.

Dump.

“Ha…”

Monohorn leans back against the trunk of a tree and sighs in the shade it creates.

He was honestly afraid to fall asleep.

He stays up all night with his eyes open, and falls asleep like fainting once every four or four days.

And the nightmare of reproducing death repeats itself.

That’s the pain he’s been going through lately.

“Hero, here’s water.”

“Thank you, Maman.”

Monohorn gives a troubled smile.

As Mono Horn smiles, his lips are pulled left and right.

Small vertical cracks form in several places on the dry lips.

Blood pools all over the lips.

Rumble.

Some flow

Judging by the parched lips, dull skin, and frizzy hair, it was as if the sap had dried up all over his body.

Gulp.

“Haaaaa… I’m going to live.”

Even if you drink water, the moisture shows no sign of replenishment.

Just like his dark circles that have been darkened for over a week since he had a dream of reproducing death.

Whoops, whoops.

Urmama carefully wiped the blood from Monohorn’s mouth with her sleeve.

I don’t mind getting my clothes dirty.

“My love, hold on a second.”

José, who was watching them, quietly calls for Margarita.

José moves away from Monohorn and Urmama, with Margarita.

“Hero, hug me here!”

Urmama hugs Monohorn warmly.

Monohorn falls into her arms.

“Thank you always, mamang. I love you, always.”

Monohorn was able to settle down somewhat in her arms.

For things leaked from her that made her monohorn sure that she had fallen into her other world on her own.

Body temperature, touch, smell, breath, voice, heartbeat, pulse.

It was proof of her life, and a disprove of Monohorn’s survival.

The evidence of death engraved in Monohorn’s soul could be offset by the evidence of such a life.

“Umm…”

The monohorn let out a low moan.

Eyes close

‘Ahhh…’

In a situation where Urmama could neither do this nor that, tears began to well up in her eyes.

It hurts that Monohorn continues to have nightmares, so I can’t wake him up.

This is because Monohorn has not slept for over 72 hours now.

I can’t keep letting him sleep.

Monohorn is obviously

“Quaaaaagh!”

Because it will wake up with a terrible scream.

Like right now

“Heo Eok! Heo Eok! Ma, Ma Mang! Ma Mang!”

Monohorn trembles and digs deeper into Urmama’s arms.

Urmama swallowed the tears that were about to burst out and patted Monohorn on the back.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Hero, Maman is here.”

However, it is difficult to prevent the tremor from mixing with the voice.

“Huhhhhh. Huhh.”

Monohorn struggles to get out of the panic.

‘I am alive and not dead. It is only a thing of the past that my body exploded. I am now in this world. I am a participant. I am 19 years old. I am Mamang’s husband. I will live, I will live, I will continue my life.’

He constantly self-hypnotizes and replays his life.

Aware of his own position.

“Whoa, whoa…”

The duration of seizures is gradually shortened.

However, the time it takes for a seizure to occur is also getting shorter.

Monohorn could barely fall asleep for about 10 minutes in 72 hours.

And again, no one could be sure when she would go back to sleep.

Trudge.

Jose and Margarita are back.

“Did you have another bad dream, Jean, no, Monohorn?”

It seemed that she had promised not to call Mono Horn by her real name as much as possible, so as not to recall memories of her hometown.

For the time being, even the question of Monohon’s hometown and the hometown way of speaking would be forbidden words among them.

“Yes, sister. I fell asleep for a while and woke up in surprise. Hehe…”

“What’s wrong with not being able to sleep…”

Margarita looks at him with her worried eyes.

Jose steps forward.

“Brother.”

“Yes, brother.”

“The schedule isn’t urgent, so why don’t you stop by the village and take a break? If there is a doctor, you can get a prescription for medicine to help you sleep and stabilize your mind. Even when I was a mercenary, I experienced my first murder and was traumatized. Newbies struggling with post-stress disorder were often prescribed such medications.”

Monohorn thought for a moment.

He was also aware of the fact that going on the road like this would never help his mental health recovery.

“Yes, I will obey your words.”

“Good idea. The village isn’t too far from here, so we should be able to get there before sunset today.”

“I’ll try my best.”

– 2 –

“Give me two double rooms.”

“Okay.”

Jiggle.
Nodded

Jose hands the money and takes the key.

His imposing physique was the best way not to get ripped off in an unfamiliar neighborhood.

“If you go up the stairs to the second floor, these are the rooms at the back. They are facing each other, so you can choose and use them as you like!”

The middle-aged innkeeper rubs her palms and speaks in a soft voice.

“How would you like your meal, in the hall? Or should I bring it to your room?”

Since it was an inn that also served as a restaurant, it was a natural thing for the owner to ask whether or not to eat.

However, since he was so intimidated by Jose, he was wary of even mentioning it.

“We’ll eat in the hall. I’d like you to prepare it now.”

Jiggle.

Jose paid an additional meal for four people.

Anyway, there was almost one menu at this restaurant/inn.

So he even omitted the order.

“Would you please take a seat and wait for me? I’ll serve you right away!”

The owner seemed a little relieved to see Jose not being as rough as expected.

If he had made a fuss to cut prices or frowned sternly, he would have been confident enough to pee in three seconds.

Fluff, fluff.

The party throws their weary bodies into chairs.

Monohorn struggled with PTSD and sleep deprivation throughout the journey.

So it was very difficult for her to close the week-long distance to the vicinity of Estrus’ residence.

“Uuuuu, I’m tired even though I haven’t been here in a while~”

“That’s right. Isn’t monohorn hard?”

“It’s a little difficult, but it’s worth it.”

Their schedule was delayed, and it was just exhausting.

Jose gave a special prescription.

It was intended to induce Mono Horn to bury the memories of her hometown by going to and from the market or the downtown area of ​​a nearby village, at least for a while.

As her memory of home faded, she decided he would get better.

“Brother. It’s late today, so let’s go out tomorrow.”

“Okay, older brother. I’m sorry for worrying you…”

“No. Don’t worry about anything, think about taking a day or two off. It’s been too long since we stopped by the village and took a break.”

“Yes…”

Monohorn bows his head in apologetic feelings to everyone.

Every time he woke up screaming, every time he collapsed from dizziness, every time he burst into tears, they all genuinely cared about him.

Neither Urmama nor the Cuelvos, no one bothered him.

Even if he wanted to become nervous, he couldn’t even get annoyed at the people who helped him wholeheartedly and treated him sincerely.

Clearly, he needed a break.

“Your meal is here!”

The innkeeper brought four trays on his back at once.

The meat soup, bread, and grilled vegetables prepared on each tray looked very appetizing.

“Enjoy your meal~!”

“For a moment.”

As the owner tries to disappear, José catches him.

“… Uh, what’s going on?”

“Is there a clinic or pharmacy nearby?”

The master rolls his eyeballs.

“There’s a small clinic that doubles as a pharmacy. In this area, there’s nowhere else to buy medicine.”

“Can you tell me where it is located?”

Jose puts a coin into his hand.

“Of course, sir! There is a statue of the goddess near the east gate of the village. The building with the green roof in front of the statue of the goddess is the clinic!”

The well-mannered male guest, who even tipped, always seemed to be ‘better’ to the owner.

All tension disappears from the owner’s face.

“Thank you. If I need anything more, I’ll call you.”

“Yes, it’s better~! Have a good time~!”

The owner just disappeared.

It was to go to another table to take an order.

“Monohon, listen quickly. You’ll get hurt if you do that.”

Margarita puts a tray in front of Monohorn.

Urmama takes it and places it in front of him.

“Hero, eat quickly. Eat a little and cheer up!”

Urmama tries to scoop up some food, but Monohorn refuses.

She asks her to eat her rice before it cools down, which she dissuades with a smile.

Their meal continued in a calm atmosphere, with calm chatting.

However, not a single word came out of their mouths about Monohon’s hometown.

– 2 –

In front of the green-roofed building, the Cuelvos were hanging out.

“Ha…”

They supplied goods at the market all morning and repaired equipment.

They also bought meat, spices, extra clothes and underwear.

Snacks such as dried fruit or grilled skewers made of unidentified meat were also enjoyed.

It was a very enjoyable time.

It was to the point that Monohorn, who had hardly slept all night, burst into laughter from time to time.

After buying and eating lunch, they went to the doctor’s office.

Monohorn and Urmama went in to get the medicine.

Margarita and Jose were waiting for them outside.

“Umm, that’s a big deal…”

A wrinkle deepened between Margarita’s eyebrows.

Next to her, Jose is about to ask, but he shuts her mouth as she seems to be focused on using this ability of hers.

Beep.
Hairy.

Monohorn comes out with a prescription for medicine.

Judging by the bright expression on Ur Mama’s face, she seemed to think it was a good idea to find a doctor.

“Sister, brother. I’m here. The doctor is not a quack.”

Even in light of modern Hell-Joseon knowledge, the doctor’s prescription must have been bad.

“That’s right. Thank goodness.”

“Yes. I prescribed a medicine that relieves mental and physical tension and assists with sleep, but has almost no side effects or dependence. I think this will help a lot.”

“That’s great, sister. When did you tell me to take it?”

“I told you to eat it after dinner before going to bed, so you can eat it later after dinner. By the way, what’s wrong with you, sister?”

Monohorn asked Jose in a low voice.

José also shakes her head, not knowing.

“Oh, are you here?”

Only then does Margarita realize that Monohorn has arrived.

It seemed that he was concentrating deeply while using this ability.

“Yes, sister. What’s going on?”

“It’s not something to talk about here, let’s go to a quiet place for a while. Jose, let’s go to the cafe we ​​saw on our way earlier.”

Startle.

Jose sensed by his title that something serious was going on.

– 3 –

A quiet private room in a small cafe.

They were drinking tea with a newspaper spread on the table.

No, only Margarita was arguing.

Of course, it was an indictment against Regal.

To keep her voice from leaking out, José had long since put up a curtain to block out the sound from the breeze.

“…I did. Seriously, I’m so annoyed that the bad guy is so competent, Jose. No, how could he have thought of taking over the press at any time, and sponsoring the press at the family level for a long time? Just hearing the word ‘ri’ makes my teeth tremble.”

“Her…”

Jose sighs at Margarita’s words.

As if her story was too difficult for Ur Mama, she tilted her head and smiled.

Monohorn was also making a puzzled expression.

“Sister, is this the newspaper…?”

“Yeah. You three, no, no.”

When Margarita tries to ask about her newspaper compared to her hometown of her monohorn, she shuts up.

Mono Horn immediately noticed what she was curious about and continued her words.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to worry too much about it. More than that, I just wanted to ask if there were newspapers on my hometown side, too?”

“Uh, uh…”

Margarita is embarrassed.

“Of course there are newspapers. There are also media outlets. But paper newspapers like this are rarely seen. Even when I was young, paper newspapers were mainly published, and now media outlets publish articles through the internet using a communication device like the smartphone I mentioned before. “

Monohorn had told them many stories about Hell Joseon.

Among them were the Internet and communication devices, so the explanation was not lengthy.

“Some articles are published in the form of text or photos, and sometimes they are exported as videos. Not journalists belonging to media companies, but individuals. So, it is a world where the media is much more developed than here.”

“Ah. Then it won’t be difficult to understand about newspapers.”

“Of course. But it’s a bit strange.”

Monohorn flips through the newspaper.

He can’t read

I just look at the patterns, I just look at the pictures.

However, there were no pictures in the newspapers of this world.

“Why are there only articles in the newspaper, brother?”

Jose has a lot of experience in the world, so he is well versed in the world’s history, traditions, customs, and common sense.

As for how the world works, Margarita is far better.

So, Monohon looked at Jose and asked a question as if it was natural.

“What do you mean?”

But Jose is also puzzled.

It seemed that he did not understand the gist of the question itself.

“Shouldn’t newspapers have pictures and cartoons?”

“Why should there be something like that in the newspaper, brother?”

“I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“Okay.”

Mono Horn nods his head.

She thinks for a moment.

Others waited for him to gather his thoughts.

“So, because Regal is offended by articles and editorials that are critical of her, she is pressuring the media by reducing their sponsorships, you mean, sister?”

“Yeah. That’s why the press has an emergency. Since the finances of the press depend a lot on the support of the Regal family, they can’t help but notice.”

Monohorn nodded.

Then ask Margarita.

When he has something to focus on, his face lights up.

Rather than taking sedatives or taking breaks, this preoccupation with problem-solving seemed to help alleviate his PTSD.

There is no set answer to relieving psychological trauma.

“By the way, sister. How did you know that all of a sudden?”

“Ah, there is a small media company in this town, and it must have been a very old media company. Even if it is a small media company on the outskirts, the representative of the media company is almost in the same position as the head of the media company alliance. Regal’s pressure on the media company is intensifying. Bonnie, representatives from the press came over here and were having secret meetings every day. I overheard it.”

“Aha!”

Monohorn’s eyes shine brightly.

“Brother, sister. Do you want us to go there? If we do well, I think we can feed Regal big taffy.”

Monohorn seemed ready to release stress.

“Monohon: 76, target captured! Hehe…!”

Monohorn’s dialect breaks out, and he smiles grimly.

His face, with thick dark circles and dry pimples, is distorted.

If anyone in Hell Joseon had seen it, they might have pointed their fingers at him as a mad scientist.

“That, that big taffy, does that mean he takes a big hit?”

“Of course~♬ Of course~♬ Lululala~♬”

Mono Horn exploded his excitement by dancing to Poppin.

Everyone who watched him looked at Monohorn anxiously.

It was because I was very worried that he might be going crazy.