Absolute Return Episode 366
Episode 366: You look lonely for some reason.
When the sword dance came back to An Ga, Bisain was having a breakfast in the yard.
“Are you here?”
Visain faced the sword dance with a relaxed face.
Then, Geommugeuk, who had been carefully examining the visa, asked with a suspicious look.
“Who are you?”
Visain didn’t respond, wondering if he was trying to play some kind of prank.
“Who are you? My friend So Maeng-ju is not the kind of person who makes such a comfortable expression. When my friend is in a good mood, his expression is like the expression when he hands his enemy a secret weapon. Get out of my friend’s body right now!”
Visain shook his head with a look of disbelief.
“Can’t you go a day without joking around?”
“You should have beaten them a lot while they were still young. Look at your master and our father. How blunt and boring they are. We will be like that when we get older.”
“You’ll still be playing around at that age, right?”
Geommugeuk smiled, unable to deny that.
“How did things go?”
“The story went well. Nothing much happened except that they were going to ambush the lord.”
“What!”
Bisain quickly asked, knowing that Geommugeuk was not the type to joke around about such things.
“What happened?”
The blacksmith told the Visain everything that had happened.
“That’s how you corner them. Now their only option is to kill the leader and take over the Alliance. I’m sorry. That was the only way to get them out.”
It would have been natural for him to be angry at putting his leader in danger, but Bisain silently nodded.
“Why aren’t you angry?”
“Didn’t you say that was the only way?”
Geommu-geuk definitely felt that his relationship with Bisain was different than before. He who had been far away was now standing in front of him.
“While you are in the Mengjujeon, I will not dare to attack you.”
The Mengjujeon itself was a fortress, and countless invisible masters were guarding the area around the Mengjujeon. One or two people could enter following the Hyuksa Army, but in the first place, a large number of enemies could not invade.
“I’ll wait until you leave. The deputy commander is the first to know the leader’s schedule.”
Geommugeuk nodded as if he had the same thought.
“The reason the Demon Lord and the Poison King said they would come in ten days was because they wanted you to participate in this fight.”
There was a trembling in the visage’s face. The trembling left an even more intense impression because it was a hideous and frightening face.
“I understand that you want to help me, but you don’t have to.”
Visain said something unexpected.
“Don’t keep that in mind and make your plans.”
“Is that okay?”
Visain nodded.
Don’t get used to it.
After hearing the words from his master, Bisain was able to calm his mind. He realized that now was not the time to fight, but the time to change the bandages. It was not the time to boil, but the time to cool down.
I could feel the sword dance. It was a sign that Bisain had grown a lot.
“You have changed a lot.”
“Who made it happen?”
Their gazes gently intertwined in the air.
“Then take a rest.”
As Geommugeuk was about to turn around and leave, Bisain spoke from behind.
“Thank you.”
It was just one word, but it was full of Visain’s sincerity.
“Then, instead of beating me up with words, please grant me one favor.”
I was asking Bisain the same favor I had asked Baek Ja-gang.
“Tell me.”
“I’ll tell you when this is all over.”
Then came a surprising promise from Visain.
“I will definitely listen to whatever you ask.”
The words, “I will listen to anything you ask without even hearing it,” were greater and more valuable than any words of gratitude, because they came from someone who was determined to keep his promises.
It was also the moment when the basket full of gratitude was emptied.
“If you want my position, why are you saying you’ll give me anything?”
The visa officer turned around and entered the building, saying:
“Then I will challenge for the position of the junior cult leader.”
The swordmaster shouted at him.
“Once you see our father, those words will sink in.”
* * *
The next day, the sword dance went to the Maengjujeon.
The sword dance that was walking down the hallway stopped in front of the steel wolf that was erected again today.
“Do you like that wolf?”
At the unexpected question, Geommu-geuk looked at his escort leader, In-gung, with a surprised expression.
Today, I asked In-gung all sorts of questions on my way here. When do you sleep while guarding? How much do you have to learn to be able to do that in stealth? Who controls the poison dart hole under the Mengjujeon? Of course, In-gung didn’t answer a single word.
But In-gung spoke first.
“Do you know? That’s the first time you’ve spoken to me since we met.”
“I think you’re keeping an eye on that wolf.”
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Geommugeuk’s gaze turned back to the wolf. He seemed to be saying something like, “It’s not because of me, but because of the wolf that you’re talking to me,” but Geommugeuk calmly spoke with deepened eyes.
“You look a little lonely.”
That’s why I liked it. It was like seeing my father, or the evil Soma sitting alone in a pure white room, or the Apostle Lord walking through the windy fields, or the silent escort lord guiding me. And it was like seeing myself in my life before I returned.
The gaze of the archer also turned to the wolf. It was an unexpected answer. I had passed by this place countless times, but I had never thought of it like that. The leader of the Demonic Cult was definitely different from the people I had seen so far. Of course, that was why he was standing in this hallway.
Geommugeuk said something unexpected again.
“I feel like this wolf will come back to life someday.”
He also meant it. That was the feeling I had. I don’t know what it was, but there was a strange attraction pulling me towards it.
In-gung looked at the sword dance. None of his subordinates believed the legend.
‘You believe something that we don’t believe either.’
The swordmaster patted the wolf’s head once.
“You punk, don’t sleep and stay safe!”
I walked again, guided by the archer.
Before the door to the Mengjujeon opened, Geommugeuk spoke to Ingung.
“He is strong.”
Whenever I met the Apostolic Lord, In-Gung was always there with me.
Since I was hiding and listening to all the conversations, I could tell what Geommugeuk was saying.
“All right.”
The archer answered politely.
It was something that the escort captain absolutely had to know, so he reminded them of the king’s skills.
The door opened and the swordsman walked in.
The leader of the Apostles, Baek Ja-gang, sat on the throne with his eyes closed, lost in thought. Knowing better than anyone else how important the thoughts of a master like the leader of the Apostles were, Geommu-geuk walked as quietly as possible.
Only when the sword dance reached the level of the Great Master did Baekjagang open his mouth.
“Was it your plan to come and go so freely and then kill me?”
It was Baekjagang’s joke about approaching without a sound.
“Wouldn’t it take this much effort to kill the Apostle Lord? Oh, but I need to practice my divine methods more. I think I need to sneak up on him ten more steps to get my friend to that position.”
Baekjagang opened his eyes wide. As expected, it’s fun when the other person doesn’t pay attention to what you’re saying and keeps doing things like that.
“Have you made any plans?”
“As you know, there are problems with the military in Bonmyeong. What do you think?”
“I don’t know what I would think.”
Contrary to what he said, Geommugeuk had a plan in place.
“When you are in the alliance, they won’t move, so you should have a natural reason to leave the alliance. That way, they won’t get suspicious.”
As Baekjagang nodded, Geommugeuk continued speaking.
“We are going out to meet the devil and the poison king. Isn’t the general who is currently suffering from an illness hidden outside?”
In our last meeting, Hyuk Sa-gun asked me to take action to kill him in order to destroy the evidence. So I took the commander-in-chief to a secret location.
“I’m going to meet the two of them under the pretext that I don’t want to let the Poison King and the Demon Doctor into the alliance. Tell the Hyuksa Army that I’ll take them and go straight to the General Commander. This is a great opportunity for them. They won’t believe that I killed the leader alone, but they’ll believe that the Poison King poisoned him.”
Baek Ja-gang was impressed. He thought that perhaps Geommu-geuk had been thinking this far from the beginning when he lied about the Poison King and the Demonic Doctor coming to corner Hyuk Sa-gun.
“Don’t do that.”
Baekjagang accepted Geommugeuk’s plan.
“What did Sa-in say about this incident?”
“The little prince said that he didn’t have to fight, so don’t worry about it and just make a plan.”
Baek Ja-gang felt that his words had been properly conveyed to his disciple.
“Still, I will bring the minor lord out.”
“why?”
“Because it’s also a fight for the Little Leader. If I miss this opportunity, I’ll regret today for the rest of my life. I don’t want to leave my friend with such regrets. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you well.”
Baekjagang’s ears didn’t get goosebumps.
There are people who can relate to this feeling, and there are people who can’t. I thought it would be better if I could relate to people who can’t relate to sword dance.
In almost all relationships where I felt connected, what I was left with was disappointment. This feeling is also the biggest reason why I don’t trust people.
‘Could you be the exception?’
This thought may be due to the unexpectedness that this young leader of the Demonic Cult has shown so far. But that can’t be the case.
“Don’t worry about your friend, worry about yourself. Do you know how many poison dart holes are under your feet right now?”
“Oh my,” said the swordsman, making a fuss.
“I just shouldn’t look at the ground! Luckily, I like looking at the sky.”
* * *
A few days passed like that, and the day before the leader was scheduled to leave the alliance arrived.
“Oh my, tomorrow there’s going to be another noisy fight.”
Hwang Seok-gyeong, who was moving the training tools together with Instructor Cha, smiled at his complaint. It was Instructor Cha’s complaint that always came up like an annual event when a new class of trainees entered Samyeonggwan tomorrow, after a short vacation.
“I think of them as the cornerstones that will protect the original intention.”
“It’s a precious cornerstone for you, a popular guy. I’m so noisy. I wonder what kind of guy will make me mad next.”
Hwang Seok-gyeong said to Instructor Cha as he put down the luggage he had brought.
“Oh, I guess I won’t be able to come out tomorrow.”
“You? What’s wrong? Are you sick?”
Instructor Cha was surprised. The most diligent person in the Samyeonggwan was Hwang Seok-gyeong. He never missed a day, so he couldn’t help but be surprised when he couldn’t show up on the first day of accepting new students.
“There is somewhere to go.”
“Where?”
Hwang Seok-gyeong just smiled and did not answer.
“I’ll lock the warehouse door and go back, you go first.”
“Would you do that?”
The instructor, who was driving over there, turned around and asked.
“If there’s anything I can help you with, just let me know.”
Hwang Seok-kyung smiled brightly at him.
“It’s okay. I have to do it myself.”
It’s something only I can do.
After parting ways with Instructor Cha, Hwang Seok-kyung returned to the warehouse where he had taken out his training tools.
He went into the warehouse and lifted out the dusty luggage piled in the corner. They were unused tools.
As he manipulated an elaborate device hidden in the wall, a door leading to the basement opened.
As Hwang Seok-kyung entered, the door automatically closed.
It was a small, secret room, with fragments of night magic embedded in the walls, faintly illuminating the view.
There was a veil hanging on the front wall. If they knew what it was, nine out of ten unmanned people would scream.
Immortal.
The Immortal Armor was his most prized armor and a protective armor that he only wore in important battles.
After completely stripping off his clothes, he put on the immortal. Made of a mixture of various special fabrics and silk, it clung tightly to his body. Thin yet strong, it was an absolute divine object of the martial arts world that could not be obtained even for a thousand gold coins.
That wasn’t all. Hwang Seok-gyeong wore braces to protect his wrists and shins.
Twin souls.
These protective gears, called twin souls, were nothing compared to the Immortal Armor, but they were still items of martial arts that were not easily obtainable.
Next, he put on a leather belt to hold a knife. He opened the box next to him and it was full of knives. Like the previous divine items, this leather belt and knife were not common.
Hwang Seok-gyeong slowly and carefully inserted it into the leather belt.
His movements as he prepared for battle were calm and serious.
The last thing he wore was a pair of gloves.
Fighting God.
This, which seemed to be made of special materials and did not look like it was worn, was a weapon that protected the hand not only from swordsmanship but also from swordsmanship, and was a weapon that raised the strength of the fist to the limit.
It was my first time wearing all of this and going into battle.
Hwang Seok-gyeong, wearing his outer clothes again, came out of the secret room and went upstairs.
He placed his original luggage back on top of the entrance to the secret room. He also placed his sword there. Today would be the last time he would come here.
When he finally put down his sword, he became the king of the eve of the decisive battle from the instructor of the Samyeonggwan, Hwang Seok-gyeong.
