Episode 74: Trust Your Feelings.
“I am currently looking for military service.”
The purpose of my meeting with Sima Ming today was to say this.
“Am I not enough?”
I laughed and replied to Sima Ming’s joke.
“Aren’t we both greedy people? Father would never give General Sima to me. You know that, don’t you, Father?”
Sima Ming smiled and muffled the answer.
“That’s why I came to you to ask your advice. I wanted to ask you which soldier I should hire.”
For a moment, Sima Ming was silent, fiddling with his wine glass. He looked calm, but his mind must have been racing.
He must be thinking about everything from the intention of my visit to how much I should tell him. What kind of impact will the words he has spoken have on himself, the school, and the succession battle. All sorts of thoughts must be sorting out in his head.
I don’t know what makes a good soldier, but I know this from experience.
A good soldier ultimately makes good choices.
As far as I know, Sima Ming was the best soldier of all, so he would definitely give the right answer.
He took another sip of his drink, and when I refilled his glass, he finished his thought.
Sima Ming asked me with a meaningful expression.
“Have you perhaps already finished your worries?”
There was a significant meaning to this question. I could tell. Sima Ming already knew about the existence of the Chained Man. He even knew that I had him in mind.
He just told me this.
-Do you think of that person from Pungcheon Church as a soldier?
Perhaps it was natural. There was no way that General Sima Ming would not know about the man in chains who was acting as a military officer for the Fengtian Sect.
I had been visiting the residence of the leader of the Pungcheon sect under the pretext of a theft incident recently, so when I suddenly met him and said that I wanted to rescue the military, he must have thought of me.
“There are some people who are worried, but they are not sure yet.”
Since he would never answer if I asked him directly, I asked with my eyes.
-Can I take him as my soldier?
Sima Ming stared at me and hesitated to answer. Now was the moment when the most important words of today’s meeting would come out.
“No one can be sure when it comes to getting people. It takes a long process to get results. So for now, trust your intuition.”
Trust your gut.
It was ordinary advice that anyone could give.
But now the advice had a different meaning. Knowing that I had the Chained Man in mind, he told me to trust my instincts, so in the end, he was advising me to accept him.
If the man in chains was someone who would harm the school, he would never have said something like that. It means someone with abilities that Sima Ming acknowledges.
Sima Ming is not my person, but at least he is a person full of loyalty to the school. I have the potential to become the Heavenly Horse, but I won’t recommend just anyone.
“Yes, I will trust my instincts.”
When I raised my glass, Sima Ming nodded once and toasted vigorously.
Today he just told me to trust my instincts.
Whether it was his father or Majon, he was free from any possible questioning about recommending the Chained Man to me later on. Even to me. There was no question of why he recommended him. Sima Ming simply told me to trust his intuition and did not recommend him.
We drank alcohol until we were full, two glasses full.
We talked about all sorts of things, but Sima Ming did not lose an inch of sense and did not make a single mistake.
* * *
A few days passed.
On the surface, they were just like any other day, but they were days of turmoil and political intrigue among the demons.
And today, the fateful day has finally arrived.
“I guess voting is in full swing right now.”
I nodded at Seo Dae-ryong’s words.
“I guess so.”
The next Amazon was being decided through a meeting of Amazons.
I didn’t know if Blood Heavenly Sword Master or Ilhwa Sword Master had persuaded the other Demon Lords. I didn’t go and ask them separately, and they didn’t come to me to tell me either.
“Are you involved in this matter as well?”
I nodded obediently.
“You’re right-handed, but aren’t you upset that there are many things you don’t know?”
“No, I hope you never find out. I never get upset when I’m excluded from something like this. So please continue to do it without me knowing. It’s okay if you find out the next day that the Lord has taken over Murimiltong!”
“You’re such a funny person, but you pretended to be dark when you first saw me?”
“Now I’m confused too. What kind of person am I?”
“I like it bright. She’ll like it better too.”
“Her?”
“I’m talking about the junior you like.”
“She’s the one I even forgot about?”
Seo Dae-ryong nodded, as if he had now given up on denying it.
“Thanks to you, my lord, we will get married.”
“Then you should eat first. Tell them to eat.”
“What can a busy person do?”
“What does eating have to do with being busy? If you have that burden from the beginning, nothing will work out. You just have to approach her as someone you can see often and comfortably.”
I felt Seo Dae-ryong’s eyes sparkle slightly.
“What difference does it make if I see it often?”
“If you see them often, they will change. However, you should not become too comfortable. This is the most important thing. Do not look easy!”
“How can I make it not look easy? Should I put strength into my eyes?”
“oh my god!”
As I sighed, Seo Dae-ryong spoke quickly.
“I’m joking, I’m joking.”
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“It’s even sadder because it’s not true.”
“I’m not that insensitive.”
The truth could not be revealed. A subordinate ran in and reported the voting results.
“The results are in.”
“What happened?”
“It was a draw.”
“A draw? How can there be a draw when there are seven Amazons?”
“It is said that one Amazon abstained.”
“Oh, there was an abstention too.”
It was not known to the outside world who the demons voted for and where. Perhaps only one of the Bloodthirsty Demons and the Ilhwa Sword Master was able to persuade half of them.
“so?”
“It has been decided that the first and third disciples will have a duel to decide the winner. It will be held tomorrow.”
“So this is what happens in the end.”
It may not have been intentional, but in the end, the decision was made with a weapon. It was a good decision for Seo Hwan-jin. It would be better if the one with the best skills sat in the Demon Lord’s seat, so there would be no complaints.
As the subordinate who reported left, Seo Dae-ryong asked.
“Who do you think will win?”
“Why do you ask?”
“I’ll go to the market and make a bet. It’s times like this when you have a low salary and want to turn your life around.”
“I bet my entire fortune on Cheongseon!”
“Why the third disciple?”
“It’s not about the three disciples. It’s about the leader of the Fengchun sect. No, to be precise, it’s about the leader’s desperation. He won’t let his disciple get away. Where?”
“I’m going to get my house mortgaged!”
Seo Dae-ryong opened the door and was about to go out when he stopped walking.
“Aren’t you going to stop me?”
“You won’t bet or gamble anyway.”
“How do you know?”
“Gamblers don’t think about changing reality like you, they just want to get rich quick.”
Seo Dae-ryong closed the door with a grin.
“I’m really going. I’m going to strain my eyes and go eat.”
I walked to the window.
The unmanned personnel were moving busily around the smokescreen where the ground was covered in a hazy mist. Each organization that heard the results of the vote will be paying attention to the results tomorrow.
It’s important that Cheongseon wins, but what’s more important to me are Hyeoncheon Doma and Ilhwa Geomjon. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have been able to get this far.
‘Thank you, sirs.’
* * *
The next day, a fight broke out.
All the Seven Demon Lords, their subordinates, and the demon lords of Seo Hwan-jin gathered around the stage. This match was designed so that even those who were not the direct subordinates of the Demon Lords could watch, so I and the leader of the Fengchun Church also took their seats. However, my father did not attend.
The first disciple, Yang Do-ja, and the third disciple, Cheong-seon, climbed onto the stage.
Their appearance caused the Seo Hwan-jin witch doctors to shout.
Compared to the dead Subhon Ma-Jon, they are still far behind, but they are the next Ma-Jon who will lead Seo Hwan-Jin in the future. Seo Hwan-Jin’s fate will be divided depending on what kind of person they become.
Will Yang Do, the previous strongman, win, or will Cheong Seon, who learned martial arts from the leader of Pungcheon, win?
It was expected that Yangdo would win by a ratio of about seven to three. This was because although Cheongseon had become the disciple of the Fengchun sect leader, he had too little time to learn martial arts.
Since neither Yangdo nor Cheongseon had been taught the art of time-space transfer, we were able to watch them fight. If not, it would have been a very boring fight. After both of them disappeared from our sight at the same time, they would have shown up only after the victory or defeat was decided.
There was no formal greeting between the two.
“Cowardly bitch. The bitch who sold out her master.”
“Bringing up Master now is like selling out Master. You stupid death row bastard.”
The fight began with cold insults. The two men knew that their lives and their own lives were at stake, so they showed no mercy.
The black smoke that Yangdo had conjured covered Cheongseon, and her seduction magic invaded Yangdo’s mind. Ghostly cries were heard and a possessed wind blew.
A black monster burst out of the ground, trying to drag the opponent in, and a red hand shot out of the air, trying to rip the opponent’s head off.
Even though it was a fight between his disciples and not the Amazons, it was more intense and powerful than expected. Everyone was surprised because they didn’t expect it.
Kwakwakwakwakwakwang!
The earth shook with a loud noise, and thunder could be heard from the clear sky.
The people watching despaired as they thought this.
How on earth do you stop that technique?
Just by looking at the fights of these disciples, you could see why the Jeongpa considered the Subhonmajon the most difficult. One after another, methods emerged that made it impossible to know how to deal with them.
Everyone held their breath.
No one ignored them even when they blew their whistles or rolled around on the floor.
A black evil spirit jumped out and took the flying dark energy instead, and even as he rolled on the ground, a demonic energy was emanating from his hands. Blood that melted the ground covered the opponent, and the azalea tried to tear off both of the opponent’s arms.
They used every means at their disposal, and the fight was desperate and fierce. It would not have been strange for them to bite off their opponents’ necks. The onlookers were overcome with emotion.
And then at some point!
The croaking that had been heard throughout the fight stopped.
As the grey smoke that had been swirling madly around the two disappeared, they were seen standing facing each other.
Everyone could tell that the fight was finally over. It was still unclear who had won.
The first one to speak was Yang Do.
“What’s the final method?”
“A secret technique learned from the new master.”
“I knew you were such a bitch… … ever since you were little.”
“Then I understand. I will become a better Sub-Soul Demon Lord than my late master.”
Cheongseon left him standing and walked over to where the sorcerers were gathered. She spoke to them in a hoarse voice.
“That’s why our Seo Hwan-jin will become the best among Palma!”
The moment she finished speaking.
Papapapapak!
Blood spurted out like a fountain from the mouth, nose, and ears of the Japanese soldier. He fell to the floor with all of his blood vessels severed.
There was silence for a moment, as Cheongseon had no idea that he would brutally kill the Japanese. But that was only for a moment, before a roar that shook the place erupted.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Cheongseon slowly walked to where Chilmazon was sitting.
She nodded politely.
“Greetings, this is Cheongseon.”
Those who voted for her were smiling, and those who didn’t were frozen.
Hyeolcheon Doma stood up from his seat and shouted on behalf of the group.
“Seo Hwan-jin’s new owner has been born!”
Everyone cheered at his shout.
It was the moment when a new Sub-Honmazon was born.
Cheongseon looked at the leader of Pungcheon Church and greeted him respectfully.
Next he looked at me and said hello.
But she didn’t even glance in the direction of Saujong.
Saujong looked very disappointed, as if he had been expecting even a fleeting glance. From some point on, his life had not been going as he had wanted.
