Chapter 119 - 119. Ishmir, Giant of the Desert

The woman, who had been frowning at the blowing sand, stares intently at the 'chunk of scrap metal'.

The 'machine' in the shape of a beast that gurgled and slurped her oil was not staring at her who was right next to her, but at the carriage procession that was passing far behind her.

The woman took a leisurely sip of the cigarette in her mouth, and soon thick smoke came out of her mouth.

"Whoa... Beast type."

There were various kinds of scrap metal in front of her eyes.

Alien species were largely classified into two types: beast type and human type.

The beast type is said to have various forms, but a skilled warrior can deal with it alone.

On the other hand, the humanoid belonged to a rather tricky axis that could be dealt with only when several such warriors joined together.

Either way, it might not matter much to this woman who is smoking a cigarette or puffing in front of a fearsome otherworldly servant dripping grease from her mouth.

Ishmir.

In the past, she was also called Ishmir of Greed, and she also joined a famous mercenary group on the continent.

But now, almost 10 years since Ishmir settled in her homeland, Delgrad, she has another nickname.

Desert giant.

She had a normal body, which was hard to be called a giant, but there was a good reason for this.

Ishmir, flicking her shortened cigarette with her fingers, grabbed the large greatsword from her back.

Coincidentally, Lee Gye-jong was also kicking his legs and running away.

Ishmir's body disappears in an instant.

A shadow forms over the head of the otherworldly servant who, not paying attention to this, rushes straight towards her carriage.

ㅡQuaang!!!

Ishmir's greatsword landed on the head of the alien species with a roar.

The blade of the greatsword was blunt rather than blunt, so it had to be unable to cut through the hard skin of the alien species.

Clearly it had to be.

ㅡCard Deuk!!!!!

Due to Ishmir's superpowers beyond common sense, the head of a foreign species is crushed into the sand at once.

Ishmir was currently not strengthening her body with mana. She doesn't even know how to strengthen her body with mana in the first place.

When she was young, when she was still part of her mercenary squad, even those who had a knack for handling her mana gave up teaching her.

No matter how many times she tried, Ishmir, who couldn't even move her mana, became annoyed with her, so she beat the mercenary who taught her and ran away.

Ishmir was quite ignorant.

Ishmir, who was immediately grabbed by the scruff of the neck by the leader, sneered at me, saying that even if you didn't learn this, you guys would win.

The result is 42 wins out of 42 matches.

Even though all 42 members of the mercenary corps were famous on the continent, they could not overcome the strength of Ishmir, a fresh teenage girl.

Even though they strengthened their bodies with mana.

A giant of the desert, said to have the strength of a giant.

It was Ishmir that people themselves could say were strong.

However, she and her close acquaintances do not call her by such a fancy nickname.

[Still an ignorant bitch...]

Sierra, who was watching Ishmir's battle from the carriage, clicked her tongue and murmured softly.

Her nickname, which her acquaintances like to call her, is 'Strong' Ishmir.

To her note, she was also a nickname for her that only those who could call her that and survive her could call her that.

She questioned as she inspected the head of the otherworldly servant, whose shape was hard to recognize because Ishmir, who had her greatsword firmly planted in the ground, had been horribly crushed.

She 'ignored me and headed for the wagon...'

It was strange.

Beast-type foreign species are rough and violent, so there is no such thing as composure. They always had a simple way of behaving, chasing and biting the person closest to them in front of their eyes.

However, it felt like the other species just now were completely ignoring Ishmir.

"Hmm..."

Ishmir, who squatted down and touched her chin, thought about it, but after a while, she stood up from her seat with 'confidence'.

'...I guess I was too fast.'

Scratching at her eyepatch, she grinned at her brief contemplation, and then she turned her head to look at the train of her wagons crossing her desert.

As Ishmir stepped on her carriage earlier, she had heard Lucia's voice.

She had a pretty close relationship with the Windless family.

Lucia's mother and the lord of Delgrad, Sicily Windris, was Ishmir's employer.

Ishmir smiled happily at the thought of meeting Lucia after a long time and started running towards her carriage.

Her formidable strength was not limited to brute force alone. She surpassed human standards, as did her leg strength.

Riding out in her bare body and without any equipment, Ishmir, who had caught up to her carriage's speed, grabbed hold of her carriage, climbed in, and opened her door.

ㅡChulkkeok.

She immediately thrust her face into her carriage and opened her mouth with a smile.

"Lucia~!"

"...Who are you...?"

Ishmir, who opened his eyes at the voice of an unknown cadet full of doubts, carefully inspected the inside of the carriage.

Lucia's bluish hair was nowhere to be seen.

'...This is not a carriage.'

Then she sighed, 'I'm sorry~' and immediately jumped off the wagon I was running at high speed.

Ishmir landed flawlessly, ran to the next wagon, and checked the inside of the wagon again.

However, this time she did not open the door and peered through the window.

Her bluish hair was showing from inside the carriage, as if she had come to the right place this time.

Soon after, Lucia, suddenly discovering Ishmir's sinister smile reflected in her window, widens her eyes and is terrified.

"Hee, heeik...! Mr. Ishmir...?!"

The others in the carriage were also surprised. Among other things, Sierra discovers the eyepatch that was covering Ishmir's left eye, and she has big doubts.

[Where did this bitch lose one eyeball...? ]

It was only because Ishmir, whom Sierra had met in her lifetime, was a cheeky little boy with two intact eyes.

What had happened over the decades that caused him to lose one eye?

Soon after, Ishmir opened the door and stepped into the carriage, his eyes fixed on Lucia, and he began to stride towards her.

Ishmir, who was wearing a sinister smile, opens his mouth.

"Lucia, long time no see?"

"Huh... Heh..."

Ishmir hadn't done anything yet, but Lucia, as if she had a hunch about what was about to happen, shrunk into the corner of the carriage and wept.

Ishmir, who seemed to like Lucia's reaction, raised the corners of his mouth even more and spread both hands in the air.

"How much must I have grown since I haven't seen my Lucia for a while? Let's touch her milk."

***

A strange air current was flowing inside the wagon that was crossing the desert.

It was only because of a brown-haired, tanned woman wearing a black eyepatch over her left eye.

"My name is Ishmir. I will help you live in the desert... Yes, like a teacher."

Ishmir, who was sitting on one side of the carriage and snapping his fingers, said. At Ishmir's words, the people in the carriage silently nodded.

The seat she was sitting on was originally where Lucia had been.

How wide should the wagon be?

There was no place for her to enter Ishmir.

Amon's huge size was also one of the reasons the wagon was cramped.

So where did Lucia go?

Lucia, her face red, sat discreetly on Ishmir's legs, bowing her head.

Amon had to turn her head away at Ishmir's outrageous remark to suddenly step into her carriage and touch Lucia's breasts.

... Zeto also tried to turn her head, but she couldn't turn her head away because she feared that she would look strange, and tried to keep her eyes as low as possible.

Lucia's moan, which resonated without resistance, dyed everyone's ears red.

Sierra shook her head, saying, "That doesn't change with age."

I remember that she was often beaten too.

Ishmir liked women's breasts, and big breasts at that.

This also coincided with the reason she used her greatsword.

This was entirely due to Ishmir's preference for anything 'big and heavy'.

Ishmir, who felt that her Lucia's breasts were still lacking in her hand, glanced at her Zeto.

He was a very tall-looking man with a white bandage around his eyes.

'Ah, he's that...'

There was a blind man at the academy who was good at swordsmanship.

She remembered hearing her story with Cicily, who had been to public classes.

The man had dark brown hair.

'Did you come from the East?'

Ishmir remembered a woman she knew from the East.

Her breasts tasted so good, but she couldn't help but regret that she could no longer be touched.

Sierra, who was watching her teeth, was wary of her, thinking that her 'soggy gaze' of Ishmir was directed at her Zeto.

[My son, she says that the original woman knows that woman well... She's a woman close to a madman... I think it's best not to get involved with her as much as possible. ]

Jetto thought so.

It wasn't until Sierra's words were completely wrong.

Giant of the desert, Ishmir.

Jetto thought that the wayward nature of her that he had seen in the game seemed to be the same. He was about as good as Edward, he remembered.

However, Jetto had doubts about why he had already met Ishmir before he arrived in the city.

While such questions passed through Jeto's head, Eisel and Yuri were glancing at Ishmir's voluptuous breasts.

Due to Ishmir's chest, which boasted overwhelming majesty, they had to swallow a bitter sense of defeat that they felt somehow incomprehensible.

On the other hand, her Amon, who was next to her in Ishmir, also glances at her.

However, his gaze was directed not at her breasts, but at Ishmir's highly exposed clothing, showing curiosity at her muscles.

'What kind of exercise should I do...'

Anyway, Amon was a wizard, but he resembled his father, Maxim Caligus, and was interested in his strong body.

"Huh..."

Amon decides to ask a question to Ishmir, who was teasing Lucia's fluttering breasts with a sinister laugh.

Amon swallowed a gulp and cautiously said a word.

"Hey, Ishmir... What should I call you..."

"Hmm? Feel free to call me teacher."

Ishmir turned his head and looked at Amon.

"Miss Ishmir, I would like to know what kind of training you usually do..."

Ishmir frowned at Amon's question.

"Training? Why are you doing that?"

"Yeah...?! Then these muscles..."

"It's been like this since I was a kid."

"Ah..."

Amon, unable to get any other answers, scratched his head in disbelief.

Ishmir didn't take care of his body.

Despite her reckless routine of drinking heavily and puffing her cigarettes, her muscles were getting tighter by the day, and even her skin was maintaining its firmness.

Zeto, who was well aware of this, thought that she was a body bestowed by God.

Each of them was passing their thoughts about Ishmir, which appeared out of nowhere.

Lucia, who had been staring out the window with her mouth closed, hurriedly stood up from her seat.

This, in her opinion, was the most natural timing to get away from Ishmir.

Soon after, Lucia pointed to her window and shouted brightly.

"I can see Delgrad...!"