A Bowl of Jjajang, The Son-in-Law of Jegalse - Chapter 572



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Episode 572 Friend

When the story of my mother’s soul-binding technique came up, the conversation progressed quickly.

Because no matter how you look at it, it looks like it will be fun, Cheonma immediately shouted out a call.

“good night!”

A situation where the devil has completely taken over.

I decided to mention the second condition that I was looking for.

When a buyer sees a product and is impressed by it, isn’t it a basic modern-day skill to suggest a contract?

It was natural to me that if a product looked good, I would be willing to hit the back of its head.

‘Yes, yes, you like the product? First of all, this product can only be purchased in installments, and if the contract is terminated in the middle, the remaining amount and interest will be paid in a lump sum… It’s a modern-day transaction method!’

The second wish was a kind of pact, and this moment, when it seemed natural for Cheonma to make the contract, was the most perfect moment.

“But in order to smoothly fulfill the first wish, I also need the second wish. By the way, would it be okay if I tell you the second wish as well?”

So, when he started to fly, Cheonma, who had been hesitating for a moment, nodded.

“Okay, tell me.”

Now, everyone is curious about what will come out of my mouth, and they are all coming closer to me and Cheonma.

Feeling everyone’s gaze, he asked Cheonma in a cautious voice.

“We will serve you as our aunt and do so with all our heart, but you never know what will happen. What if someone finds out?”

Then, Cheonma, who had been lost in thought for a moment, nodded his head.

Well, the words themselves weren’t wrong.

Even if we block the biggest hole in our house, Yeong-yeong, with a soul-binding technique, the martial artists will be swarming, so it wouldn’t be strange if something happens.

If we fight amongst ourselves, knives or hidden weapons might fly, and although I will properly introduce myself to the craftsmen and keep it a secret from others, if my mother’s identity is revealed, I might be exposed along with her.

“Certainly. That’s not wrong.”

“Yes, that’s right. My second request is that if our actions are discovered and we come into conflict with the martial artists of the Central Plains, please do not take their lives.

“If it’s the Heavenly Demon’s martial arts, you can subdue him without having to kill him.”

“Ah, so you want a promise of non-killing?”

“Yes, your Majesty.”

My second request is the fundamental promise of martial arts: the promise of not killing anyone.

It’s to prevent Cheonma from killing someone, and it’s like the minimum safety device for the strongest masters in the world like Cheonma.

Originally, a master of the Heavenly Horse level was considered a kind of natural disaster in the martial arts world, so it is not surprising that many people die just by her farting once.

So, the promise of immortality can be said to be a request to the natural disaster-level master to be careful with their actions and, if they ever need to use force, to show mercy and at least prevent death from happening to the other party.

Of course, it doesn’t matter if you make a semi-retard, no, a complete retard.

All I was asking was for my life to be spared.

Because in case a fight breaks out, at least it’s to prevent people from dying.

This is absolutely necessary because it is the minimum safety measure that can protect the lives of those attending the wedding in case of bloodshed if Cheonma’s true identity is revealed.

Even if we try to ignore the fact that Cheonma attended the wedding, if someone died, I, as the host of the banquet, would not be able to avoid great responsibility, so at the very least, was it really the bare minimum of a safety measure?

“Father, you’re a slacker! Your conceit is now···”

“Oxo-kyo···.”

“Yes, yes… I, I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

Okso-gyo was once again enraged by the promise of immortality, but he kept his mouth shut at Cheonma’s one word.

After hearing my request, Cheonma asked back with a spiteful expression.

“Why should I go through such a hassle?”

It’s not that you can’t do it, but it’s a question of whether you should do annoying things.

He explained again in a polite voice.

It seemed like he was going to sign a contract anyway, so he bounced back once.

Isn’t it natural for everyone to bounce back once before signing a contract because they don’t want to appear weak?

“Everyone who attended the wedding came to see me. If someone dies in such a joyful place, shouldn’t I be the one responsible?

So, please, please consider my situation as the host of the wedding.”

“Yes, that’s the situation… What would that mean to me?”

‘Oh, please. Let’s stop this teasing and just sign the contract.’

At the end, he decided to give her a satisfactory answer to Cheonma’s question after she threw a tantrum.

“My mother is the subordinate of the Heavenly Demon and I am his son. So, the grace that the Heavenly Demon bestows on my mother flows to me like the waters of the Yangtze River.

In other words, I can say that I also live off the grace of Cheonma-nim, and if that is the case, then in a broad sense, can I not also be said to be Cheonma-nim’s disciple?

“It is a virtue of a superior to look after the inconveniences of his subordinates. Please look after my situation.”

At the end of my explanation, Cheonma burst into laughter.

It was clearly night, and the moon was rising behind her, a smile that made her feel like her surroundings were brightening.

Cheonma, who was so amused that he even shed tears, waved his hand and said.

“Ahahaha… Since you’ve declared yourself my subordinate, I have nowhere to retreat. Great! I promise to faithfully fulfill my role as your aunt. Also, even if I get caught and get into trouble, I promise not to kill you. Ah, should I say I’ll grant your wish?”

“Of course, what do you think?”

“That’s true too.”

“Ha, but Holy Spirit! The immortality is···”

Just like when the story of the immortality of Okso-gyo came up, the second wish was absurd, but Cheonma continued to speak.

“I have already said that I will do so, so I will refrain from saying anything else. Ok So-gyo, you talk too much, which is a problem. Do you think that I will not be able to subdue the bastards of the Central Plains martial arts world without killing them?”

“Oh, no! That, that’s not it···.”

“stop.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

In this way, the two safety devices for the Heavenly Horse to attend the wedding were completed.

***

Since the contract was concluded very amicably, we decided to execute it immediately.

What is it? It is the art of concubine.

“Young-young, please. If the wedding goes well, I will unconditionally grant you one wish.”

When I told Young-young that I would write her a blank check first, feeling sorry for asking her to get into a marriage scheming, Young-young smiled calmly.

“Don’t worry, Gaga. It’s nothing serious. I’ll have to think about what to ask for or what to wish for. And it seems like it might be fun.”

After Young-young finished speaking, his mother looked into Young-young’s eyes and said.

“Young-young, relax and look at your mother. It’s not that scary. When you look into your mother’s eyes, you will be happy······.”

The first condition for the soul-binding technique to work well is that the person casting the soul-binding technique must have a higher level of internal energy than the person being seduced.

And it is said that it is more likely to occur when you are in a weak state or have a sense of trust.

It is also said that people who are a bit less intelligent are more likely to fall for it than those who are smart, and in many ways, Young-young was in a position to be easily affected by the magic of seduction.

Of course, his level of martial arts was lower than his mother’s, but he also had trust in her, and above all, the condition that he was a slightly lacking person could not be denied no matter where he was put.

‘There is no one as talented as you, Young-young!’

So, before his mother could even finish speaking, Yeong-yeong’s expression became blank.

Mother continued speaking to Young-young in a whisper.

“Well, Young-young hasn’t seen Cheonma since her mother arrived. What Young-young saw wasn’t Cheonma, but my younger brother… Ah.”

But the mother hesitates as she tries to persuade him.

When I asked what was wrong, my mother spoke in an embarrassed voice.

“What’s wrong? Do you think the magic of seduction doesn’t work well?”

“No, Cheongun-ah. The magic of seduction was applied faster than that of a wild animal. Name. I need a name.”

“name?”

When I asked my question, my mother turned her head to Cheonma.

Cheonma tilted his head, putting his hand on his chest.

“Is that my name?”

“Yes, Holy Fire.”

Come to think of it, I needed a name.

Because I can’t just keep calling you aunt.

That’s probably why Mother looked at Cheonma as if asking for his name, and Cheonma blinked and answered.

“I have no name.”

“You don’t have a name?”

“Yes, he has no name because he was a nameless warrior of the new religion.”

‘No, you went from being a nameless warrior to a heavenly horse?’

According to the settings of the Cheonma Sect that appears in martial arts novels, the Cheonma Sect trains nameless warriors to be sent on secret missions in the Central Plains.

Usually, they gather children who are judged to have no talent or something like that and raise them as a disposable group, and such children usually do not have names.

Because they use orphans or children kidnapped from the Central Plains.

“Then, can you give me a name to use while you’re my aunt?”

Since the wedding ceremony is in progress, we will have to hurry.

When I told him that I would give him a name, Cheonma said with a calm expression.

“Do whatever you want.”

Since I got permission from Cheonma, I thought about what a good name would be.

‘First, I guess I should take the Chinese characters from my mother’s name.’

First of all, since the setting is that they are mother and sister, it would be good to add Sona Hwa to the name of the mother, Eun So Hwa.

Women don’t often use the Chinese character for their first name, but if it has a letter similar to their mother’s, it makes people feel more like they are sisters.

‘??, ?? I think names like these would be good···.’

For that reason, the names that came to mind were names like ?? and ??.

Since I can’t give up the identity of Cheonma, I thought about it by roughly putting in the letters Cheonma, and several possible names came to mind.

Cheonhwa, Mahwa, Socheon, Soma.

However, Soma and Ma-hwa are excluded because their names smell too strongly of magic.

Socheon was excluded because it sounded similar to the word a wife uses to call her husband.

So the remaining name is Cheonhwa (??).

I gathered my thoughts and asked Cheonma.

“My lord, how about the name Cheonhwa? It is written with the character for heaven, cheon, and the character for flower, hwa, meaning flower of the sky.”

“Sky flower?”

“What, does it mean fairy?”

Then, the startled Cheonma nodded.

“Okay, good.”

The name of the Heavenly Horse was decided, and the soul-binding technique began again.

The mother’s words, like an incantation, continued again.

“What Yeong-i saw was not Cheonma, but my younger sister, Aunt Cheonhwa.”

When his mother finished speaking by adding Cheonma’s name, Yeong-yeong stuttered and spoke with blank eyes.

“A thousand flowers, aunt.”

“Yes, Aunt Cheonhwa. It was the first time they had met, but since they were similar in age, they felt close. Yeongyeong came to take very good care of Aunt Cheonhwa.”

“Intimacy. I know you well.”

“yes yes.”

Yeong-yeong, who follows her mother’s lead like a robot.

That was when.

A question heard from Cheonma.

“Was that something possible with the art of concubine?”

The mother tilted her head in response to that question.

“Can I ask you again what you were asking?”

“Intimacy or something like that.”

Perhaps Cheonma was asking whether it was possible to set the details of the soul-binding technique, to which his mother politely replied.

“The better you get at it, the more you can do with it.”

Then Cheonma looked up at the empty sky and said.

“Then, is it possible to decide that you think of me as a friend?”

“Are you talking about a friend?”

“Okay, buddy.”

After thinking about Cheonma’s words carefully, it seemed that Cheonma was a very close friend and wanted to take this opportunity to feel what a friend was like.

But I was a little worried because it was none other than Young-young’s friend.

‘But Young-young’s friend… can you handle it?’