Side Story Episode 10. Flowering in the mud (5)
‘A place that should disappear?’
Those were truly amazing words.
If anyone in Protestantism said something like this, and if you heard it, you would be surprised.
Doheon was even more surprised because that person was Lee Cheon-sang. He knew that people had changed, but he never thought he would say something like this.
“What does that mean?”
Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes deepened.
“That place is rotten.”
“Tell me in detail.”
“Literally. People shouldn’t belong to places like that. “You can’t fight like that.”
“… … .”
“And I don’t think we should be enthusiastic about a gambling table full of unwanted deaths.”
Doheon’s eyes wavered.
It is a series of shocks. Lee Cheon-sang’s impression, which was as hard as wood and stone, kept changing from moment to moment.
“No?”
“exactly.”
“… … “What made you think that way?”
“I told you.”
“What I’m saying is, I’m curious about the process by which you came to see Toumajang as rotten.”
Lee Cheon-sang’s forehead was slightly wrinkled.
‘her!’
I am surprised and surprised again. Before the surprise subsides, another surprise comes.
‘Did you know this guy would make an expression like this?’
It was just a crack drawn on a rock, so it wasn’t something that could really be called an expression… … .
A strange expression appeared on Doheon’s expression.
‘Anguish?’
After a while, Lee Cheon-sang shook his head.
“let’s go.”
There is no proper answer to the question.
Hwang Moo-seok’s eyes were becoming sharper. I don’t know where on earth he came from, but this is the first time I’ve seen him with such a stiff neck in front of the Great Lord Gwangma.
Doheon nodded willingly.
“You must be very tired, but you talked a lot. “Why don’t you go back and get some rest and talk separately?”
After a while, the two people got into the carriage.
Hwang Moo-seok, sitting in the coach seat and holding the reins, could not shake off his rising anger and even stronger curiosity.
‘What on earth is that guy?’
After arriving at Gwangmagak, Lee Cheon-sang went into the separate room provided by Do-heon and immediately took a rest.
They offered to appoint a member of the National Assembly, but Lee Cheon-sang refused.
Do Heon did not bother Lee Cheon Sang. In reality, he didn’t think it was serious. If you control your demons well, your wounds will not linger.
After designating a separate room and a place to wash, Doheon headed straight to the office.
“Adjutant Hwang.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Tell the Dark Master that I will take care of him. “If you’re not there right now, maybe later.”
“All right.”
“okay.”
Doheon, who had been looking out the window with his back buried in the chair, turned his head again.
Hwang Moo-seok did not move. The polite attitude was the same.
“Is there anything else you can say?”
“My lord.”
“You tell me.”
“This may be presumptuous, but may I ask you a few questions?”
I was able to fully anticipate what questions would be asked.
Doheon nodded.
“I see.”
“That guy… … .”
Hwang Moo-seok, who was speaking, quickly cleared his throat.
“Who is the author?”
“Tuma.”
“… … ?”
“Didn’t you see it too? “It was Tuma who came up as a member of Tumajang Euljo.”
Hwang Moo-seok looked at Do-heon with bewildered eyes.
Doheon chuckled.
“It’s just a joke. “Your posture was so stiff that I started to get angry without even realizing it.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“I even have to apologize. That guy is someone I’m personally interested in. “Keep that in mind.”
“… … All right.”
It was a vague statement.
Are you trying to pull me out of the fighting arena simply out of interest? That upright and strict great lord?
Looking at Hwang Moo-seok who was lost in thought for a moment, Do-heon suddenly said.
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“And my benefactor.”
“yes?”
“They said he was a benefactor.”
“Uh, do you mean benefactor?”
“That’s right.”
“… … !”
“I learned a lot thanks to that guy. “If it weren’t for that guy, I would still be obsessed with stubbornness and stubbornness and live like a frog in a well.”
“ah… … .”
“There’s nothing to think about. Although he is a benefactor, he is not a great person who can take out everything, including his liver and gallbladder. I wouldn’t want that either. but… … .”
Doheon stroked his chin.
“In my own way, I am someone who wants to be with someone.”
Hwang Moo-seok’s eyes shook as if there had been an earthquake.
Doheon asked again.
“Do you have any more questions?”
“… … .”
“If you don’t have it, that’s it… … .”
“I am safe, my lord.”
Doheon tilted his head.
“What do you mean?”
Hwang Moo-seok was embarrassed. It was something that came out of nowhere without me even realizing it. I never thought I would say something like this without even thinking about it.
But it was something that came out anyway.
Hwang Moo-seok spoke as politely as possible.
“The great lord is a great man. “He’s a different person from someone like me.”
“Haha, this guy. “Do you suddenly paint your face with gold?”
“You must be very busy with various things. And I am the person who assists the great lord.”
“… … .”
“I serve no one other than the High Lord. “I will always live for the Lord and Gwangmadae, so if you have anything to entrust to me, please let me know at any time.”
Do-heon’s calm gaze turned to Hwang Moo-seok.
Hwang Moo-seok felt his back sweating for no reason.
But he did not regret making this statement. After all, a relationship between a lord and a subordinate must be based on trust.
There is no need to show disappointment, but it is important to constantly let people know your own value as a subordinate. It would also be the subordinate’s job to always remind people that they are not dangerous and that they are trustworthy.
If your trust in yourself has dropped due to something that happened six months ago.
So, if you are receiving information that orders from superiors will be issued directly, rather than through your adjutant.
If so, that trust had to be restored somehow.
“… … .”
A moment of silence fell between the two.
Doheon opened his mouth.
“Adjutant Hwang.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“You are doing well enough in your position. “Regardless of our previous relationship, I have never once doubted your abilities.”
“I’m just grateful.”
“I know very well your loyalty and pride for the main unit. Even if you don’t say that.”
“… … .”
“Let’s go now.”
Hwang Moo-seok bowed his head even more.
“I’m going back.”
“okay.”
Hwang Moo-seok’s steps after leaving the office somehow seemed a little lighter.
Doheon quietly looked at the spot where Hwang Moo-seok was standing.
‘It’s worth it.’
Doheon was not stupid enough to throw someone away by mistake. This was because he was someone who looked at the person itself rather than the person’s actions.
However, being the head of an organization was not a position that was held only because people liked it.
Hwang Moo-seok made a clear mistake. Even if he didn’t know, he ended up paying less attention to the crew.
The responsibility was his own.
Sometimes you need to give a carrot, and sometimes you need a stick. And sometimes you have to keep a reasonable distance.
The appearance you show must also vary depending on the subordinate’s personality and situation. Perhaps Doheon had treated his subordinates too humanely before.
Realizing this himself, he tried to further refine himself as a Gwangma Daeju.
I tried to become stricter, softer, and even more thorough.
‘Of course, that’s not everything.’
Doheon looked out the window.
A world becoming increasingly dark. Although humidity is high in the southern part of the central plains, the evening at Hibmandaesan Mountain boasted quite cool weather.
‘We’ll have to wait and see.’
He decided to sacrifice his life for the reform of Protestantism.
But it wasn’t Hwang Moo-seok.
Exactly, I wasn’t sure. It is clear that he was a loyal subordinate who served for him, but Hwang Moo-seok’s eyes were focused only on Gwangmadae, not on Shingyo.
It would be great if he worked for me. But I’m not sure that will really happen.
So, he was directly briefed on all information coming from above. This is because if you are going to carry out a reform that has not yet begun and is not even properly prepared, you must sensitively receive and respond to information.
If I really didn’t like Hwang Moo-seok, I would have cut him off right away.
‘But it’s worth feeling sad.’
I felt a little sorry. But I won’t pay much attention to it.
As he himself said, Hwang Moo-seok was a man who could sacrifice his life for Gwangmadae.
That was it. At least for now.
Phew.
The wind coming through the open window cooled his head.
He suddenly looked down at his sleeve.
The sleeves, which were cut off to expose the forearm, seemed somehow empty.
Doheon chuckled.
“What an expensive friend.”
* * *
Lee Cheon-sang, who had cleaned his entire body by bathing for over an hour, lay down on his bed.
‘It’s comfortable.’
The bed was very soft.
Neither too much nor too little. Just by lying down, all the fatigue seemed to disappear.
He, who had been lying still, got up and crossed his legs.
It wasn’t specifically for luck. Sufficient magical energy was collected from the carriage. As time passes, the healing power will increase.
I maintained this posture not only when I was practicing, but also when I was lost in thought.
Before he knew it, he too had become an unmanned person.
After taking a long exhalation to relax his body, Lee Cheon-sang reflected on the past six months.
‘It was amazing.’
It was a day when I couldn’t rest comfortably even for a single day. It was the path he wanted to take, but there were times when he couldn’t overcome the fatigue and fainted.
To those who were not accustomed to such a life, Toumajang was a hell worse than hell. Because eating and sleeping were not normal, my mind was inevitably devastated.
Lee Cheon-sang knew this through observation.
‘surely.’
After fighting fiercely for half a year, there was one thing I felt even more certain.
‘I am different from others.’
Even though the body is tired, the mind does not become weak.
It wasn’t that I had great mental strength, but it felt like my body and mind were completely separated. No matter how tired I was, when the moment came to do something, I just did it.
But others were different.
When he was tired, he got irritable and would swear or even punch when he lost his temper.
Lee Cheon-sang thoroughly observed and learned such emotions and actions.
There is no point in pretending that I don’t do that myself. In order to live in this world, it was necessary to look closely at how ordinary people live.
There were some things I already knew, and there were some new things to learn.
’emotion… … It’s desire… … .’
Lee Cheon-sang touched his chest without realizing it.
‘I might have something like that too.’
It was not a guess, it was a certainty.
Although I have never really felt it, I was told that even four-legged animals have emotions. There was no way she wasn’t there.
‘But I don’t know what it is.’
Suddenly he remembered his adoptive father’s face.
The face that smiled even as he died from the knife he stabbed.
‘… … !’
For a moment, he flinched without realizing it.
hook.
The back of my neck became hot little by little and my earlobes turned red.
My deep and calm breathing seemed to become slightly rougher. My back and shoulders were getting stronger.
Ugh.
The demonic energy lurking in the Danjeon slowly rose to my chest.
And after a while.
Slurp.
The magic energy that came up in the middle of the battle dispersed like smoke.
Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes regained their original indifference.
“… … “It’s difficult.”
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