Episode 31
regards
“Ahhhh! Aahhhh!”
Wow!
After Namgung Sanyoung returned from Baeksikjeon, the main building was noisy with screams and the sound of all kinds of furniture breaking.
The butler and servants of the main temple were busy shivering outside and just looking at each other.
No one came forward to stop him.
This was because he knew better than anyone that if he became the target of Namgung Sanyoung’s anger here, his life would be lost.
“Dangunhwi! Dangunhwieeeeee!!”
The screams grew louder and louder as time passed.
For a moment, I was worried that the guests who came to the branch would hear that sound.
“Who… shouldn’t come in and take a look?”
“Who on earth would go in there? Would they come out with their head cracked open?”
“Well, that’s true, but-”
“If you feel suffocated, come inside.”
“Damn it! That’s not what I’m saying! If I don’t give you this letter, you’ll get in trouble even more later, so that’s not what I’m saying!”
The butler and servants found themselves parched in real time.
This was because news was heard that Yun-Hwi had suddenly headed to the Nanhyeopjeon where the Lord of the Bunga was after his meeting with Namgung San-Young.
They didn’t even know that Namgung Sanyoung had joined hands with the Demonic Cult.
But, as I was always by her side, I naturally got to know her better.
He knew that Namgung Sanyoung was hiding something, and if Unhui found out and told Danghosan, something big would happen.
If the war breaks out, all of them will die one after another.
Eventually, the butler, half-pushed, entered the main building to tell the truth.
Wow!
He was carried out with his head half-cracked by an inkstone thrown by Namgung Sanyoung in a fit of rage.
“Muyeong! Bring Muyeong of the Red War, now!!”
* * *
Danghosan happened to be facing Danggon at that time.
“Huh? What brings Confucius here?”
“What reason does a son need to come to see his father to say hello?”
『Please stop talking nonsense. What kind of gentleman would never budge if he had nothing to gain?』
“Then, from today onwards, I will be a filial son, okay?”
“He must be a filial son of the fire attribute.”
『… Even though I am the son of the Guryong branch family, isn’t it too much for me to speak like that as a servant?』
“Huh! If it’s too tight, just cut it.”
“That won’t do. We’ll have to suck out every last bit of it.”
“That’s a bit scary, isn’t it? Anyway, what brings you here?”
“Someone’s trying to get me to ride the shit rope.”
『???』
Dang-gon’s face was filled with doubt.
Dang Ho-san quietly put down the documents he was holding in his hand.
At a glance, it seemed to be related to the dark zone.
“What is going on here?”
“I came to say hello.”
“Stop talking nonsense. Just keep it brief.”
Why do all these gentlemen say the same thing?
Is this how a master-servant relationship can be established?
“I want to re-do the deal you mentioned last night.”
Danggon’s expression hardened.
Danghosan glared at me with deeply sunken eyes and said.
“Gon, give me everything around you.”
“Your name.”
Pfft!
As soon as Danggon disappeared into thin air, the sounds that had filled the Nanhyeopjeon also disappeared.
“With just one word from you, all the plans our branch was preparing for were put on hold for a moment. There has to be a good reason for that.”
As expected.
A copy centered on the dark zone is also being prepared in the Kowloon branch.
I don’t know what it is, but it definitely won’t be easy.
“I guess it depends on how the Lord accepts this deal.”
I never called him ‘father’.
“If it’s a deal, there has to be a give and take. What on earth can you give me?”
Danghosan leaned back against the back of his chair, his hands clasped together.
The air it gave off was truly extraordinary.
“It seems like even after becoming a branch lord, he still hasn’t neglected his self-cultivation-“
“I really want to open my head and figure out what this author is trying to do.”
Looking at his stiff face, as if plastered over, I shrugged my shoulders slightly.
“I don’t have anything right now, so what can I give you?”
“If you’re just going to talk nonsense, then go back-”
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“But I can promise you something.”
“what?”
“I will protect my sister Gyu-jin.”
At that moment, a crack appeared slightly on the plaster statue of Danghosan’s face.
Damn.
I thought I heard something like that.
“what-“
“Don’t you know, Lord? Where my mother held my hand.”
Danghosan narrowed his eyes.
My skin felt prickly as if I had been pricked by dozens of needles.
What if this becomes a wave?
I now feel like I might be swept away by this right now.
“… Are you trying to threaten me?”
“No way. I told you, let’s make a deal.”
“Details.”
『If this incident becomes known to the world, it will probably be difficult for Gyu-jin and Yu-chang to live in the world of martial arts. Gyu-jin will be forced to live in seclusion in Cheongseongsan, and Yu-chang will be captured by Dangga-ta and never be able to come out again.』
The fear and resentment that the Central Plains have toward the Cheonma Sect is beyond imagination.
The conflict between the Central Plains and the Shingyo has been going on for a very long time, and the resulting grudge is very complicated.
In this situation, even if Sacheondangga provides shade, will the arrows of criticism avoid Dang Gyu-jin and Dang Yu-chang?
No, it won’t be.
『The Lord of the Branch House will be fine. He is both the victim and the hero who stood up to them. But aren’t the two different? Who would be happy with the yoke of being the child of a demonic cult?』
『… … .』
『So, I will save Sister Gyujin. Wouldn’t it be a loss if such a talented person were to be locked up in a deep valley for his entire life? Danggado, Cheongseongpado.』
“I am Danghosan. Who in the world can criticize my child?”
『Yes. You can’t do it openly. But wouldn’t you feel discriminated against? Or maybe you feel guilty?』
『… … .』
I didn’t like the fact that the Shingyo had to be made into a villain here, but anyway, the Shingyo I knew was no longer in this world.
Moreover, the place I swore allegiance to was not the Cheonmasingyo but the Angmasinghwajong.
I planned to thoroughly exploit their weaknesses until I could lead the followers of the Mythical Sect back to Cheonsan and set things right.
“Unlike you, Lord Bunga, I have a way. Then wouldn’t that be enough for a deal?”
I’m back to vocals again.
Danghosan frowned.
“Is your condition that you will save only one, not both?”
“I don’t have any obligation to take care of the youngest. We each have to survive on our own. I’m not a righteous person enough to spare the life of someone who tried to kill me.”
Dang Yu-chang and Dang Gyu-jin are different.
At least Dang Gyu-jin reached out to me and Dang Yun-hui.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
They say that kindness is repaid tenfold and grudges are repaid a hundredfold, which is the adage of the Sacheondang family?
I’m just going to follow it.
“There is only one thing I would like to ask of you, Lord Bunga.”
“what?”
“If the Lord of Bunga is going to run, please let me run too.”
Danghosan’s eyes widened slightly.
“Do you know what I’m trying to do?”
“Aren’t you trying to use the lord as bait to completely destroy all the guys behind your mother?”
The slightly dilated eyes have now become very large.
As if to ask how you knew that.
But if you think about it a little, it was quite obvious.
What would Danghosan gain immediately from the assassination of Amjon?
Rather, it would be fortunate if I were not accused of stupidly putting the family in danger.
So what happened after that was more important.
The reason Danghosan didn’t hit Heukgolguigok rashly was probably because he was planning on pulling up the torso behind it.
Just as it acted as a barrier to block the advance of the new religion into the Central Plains in the past, it is trying to hunt down the new religion this time too.
So what happens after that?
Danghosan’s position will grow to a level that is incomparable to what it is now.
Maybe he could aim to become the next head of the Sacheon Dang family.
“If you think about it, I have a small stake in it, so I want to get involved.”
“Are you a cat that would do that?”
“Can you show me by proving that it can be done?”
“how?”
“I will give you the head of the White Bone Mask as a gift.”
“!!!”
* * *
As soon as I left the Nanhyeopjeon, Danggon chased after me.
“No, what on earth were you talking about with your lord for so long?”
“Small talk between rich people?”
“…If you don’t want to talk, just say no.”
I just laughed.
The last conversation I had with Dang Ho-san before leaving Nanhyeopjeon flashed through my mind.
‘… Okay. Go ahead and do it if you can. But I won’t be able to help you with that.’
‘I don’t want that. Instead, can I ask you one thing?’
‘What is it?’
‘What does the Lord of the Bunga ultimately want?’
A roundabout question about what you want to achieve by using the plan to assassinate Amzon.
Depending on whether he had an agreement with the Dark Zone or was trying to exploit the Dark Zone on his own, the methods for hunting down the new sect’s followers would vary greatly.
‘From the beginning, there was only one thing I wanted, then and now.’
But instead of giving a straight answer, Danghosan lightly snorted as if asking why he was asking such an obvious question.
‘It is the prosperity of the family.’
As I pondered the meaning behind those words, I could roughly guess what kind of picture Danghosan was drawing.
“Anyway, whether they are my lord or my prince, what kind of evil are these Tang people harboring in their heads?”
Danggon returned to Baeksikjeon, leaving behind his grumbling.
As expected, Namgung Sanyoung was waiting for me.
With sunken bags under the eyes.
“It seems that while the young sect leader was in the Nanhyeopjeon, his insides were as parched as the Gobi Desert. His skin was cracked and peeling?”
“How long have you been chewing your nails? There’s absolutely nothing left.”
Danggon was startled when he saw Namgung Sanyoung like that.
『Why is the lady acting like that? What on earth is she doing?』
Look at this guy. If anyone heard me, they’d think I’m always causing trouble.
That’s true, but hehehe!
“Just keep quiet and watch.”
While Dang-gon’s expression changed from ugly to ugly, I smiled brightly.
“Are you here, Mother?”
“What the hell are you-”
“Thanks to my mother, I was able to see the Lord of the Bunga after a long time, and it felt like the bond between father and son that had been distant was being rekindled. I think I should see him more often in the future.”
Namgung Sanyoung’s hand, which was holding onto his lover, became tense.
I became curious.
Should I throw that or not?
“When I look at the sly face of the cult leader, even if I am a highly trained Shaolin monk, I can’t help but feel like a thousand fires are rising inside me-“
“What is a high priest? I think the immortals of the heavenly world are probably no different-“
Regrettably(?), Namgung Sanyoung took his hand off Yeonjeok and took a deep breath as he asked.
“… I hope I didn’t say anything useless to you, Bun Ga Ju.”
“Wouldn’t that depend on your mother’s attitude?”
“!!!”
Namgung Sanyoung started to cry again, raised his fist, and threw something at me.
widely!
I took it easy.
A wooden box made of a rather precious looking material.
I opened the lid slightly, wondering if it was true, and a clear smell wafted out.
For a moment, it felt like my head was going to burst.
It was a public hearing.
“Huh! You already got this?”
“Even a snail can roll around, so it seems like you’re not completely without talent. Did you ask Namgung for help directly?”
『Isn’t that the public hearing!? You said there was someone who would let you walk the tightrope, but was that the lady? No, what on earth did you do-』
Danggon’s eyes were shaking, and he seemed to be very curious.
widely!
I laughed as I closed the lid back on.
It was a genuine laugh.
“Look at that. It worked because you said so. I believed in you, mother.”
The furrow between Namgung Sanyoung’s eyebrows became deeper and more prominent.
“… Then now-”
“Yes. Since a promise is a promise, I will skip over the details behind it.”
“What are you talking about! You’re saying something different! If you give me that, I’ll definitely step down from the succession fight-”
“You should speak properly. This is just a price for keeping your mouth shut. Shouldn’t you calculate things related to succession separately?”
Trembling!
Namgung Sanyoung’s body trembled like an aspen tree.
“Hogu-gun.”
“You’ve been fooled.”
“If that happens, it’s like my life has been completely ruined.”
“That’s why if you get out of favor with the cult leader, you’ll suffer for the rest of your life… No, you’ll suffer even after death-”
『… I see. The lady was also grabbed by the nape of the neck by the prince-』
Danggon, this old man isn’t talking to ghosts, is he? How come their reactions are so similar?
“You gave me something so difficult to bear just by keeping my mouth shut, so what more precious and valuable things will you give me in the future? I, as a son, don’t know what to do with myself in response to your heavenly grace.”
“!!!”
This is how the empty promise to grant whatever one wants came to be used.
“What should I ask for next…? Oh! I heard that when your mother came to the Guryong branch house to get married, she brought a lot of silk-blend cotton cloth as a dowry. Can I see that?”
Cheonjam cotton cloth was made by weaving threads taken from the silkworm, a very precious and sacred creature, and was known to be so tough that no cutting tool could cut it.
In particular, the treasured clothing made with this was not only impervious to swords but also impervious to water and fire, making it a treasure as precious as the Gongcheongsindan.
When he was asked to hand it over, Namgung Sanyoung’s face was so red that it was on the verge of bursting.
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