Chronicles of the Demon Faction - Chapter 867



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Side story 217. Dyeing (1)

After relaying the entire conversation to Baekgolshinma, Lee Cheon-sang left the residence with Seo-pil.

What’s surprising is that Yoo Sang-cheon also said he would join.

“I am the grandson of a big shot, so no one will dare to touch me, but I have no intention of living off my grandfather’s reputation. Since it has come to this, I will go with you, Your Majesty.”

Seopil’s words that he would be helpful even if it was just because of his friendship with Yoo Sangcheon and his connection with the White Bone Demon were definitely cold. Even after hearing all of that, Yoo Sangcheon didn’t feel bad at all. It certainly seemed like he had grown up.

So the three of them quietly left the residence and crossed the civil war.

The place where the three people were walking was a forest. The civil war was bigger than a few villages gathered together, and because the location itself was mountainous, there were many forests everywhere.

They moved thoroughly into the forest. Thanks to this, they had to walk more than four times the distance as usual to get to the outside world, but it was inevitable.

Seopil thought as he walked.

‘It’s definitely different.’

He recalled what was written on the paper.

‘Honestly, I thought you were going for the twenty-seven horse race.’

On the piece of paper with information about the horse stables, there were several horse stables that Seopil recommended.

Among them, Lee Cheon-sang chose the Poisonous Dragon Gu-pyeon Ordinary Person, which he recommended but said could be somewhat dangerous.

There were three horsemen outside as usual. One of them was too low in rank, and the other was the twenty-seventh horseman, who would not be difficult to defeat with the martial arts of the two thousandths.

And even with the risk factors present, the three of them were the ones most likely not to have received orders from their superiors.

But among them, the point is that they are aiming for the ordinary.

‘Of course, if the ranking of the average person was too high and he was someone who could not be included in the party, I would not have chosen him.’

In Seopil’s view, Lee Cheon-sang was a man with a warm heart and a distant disposition. Rather, he was more cold-hearted and realistic than anyone else.

What’s surprising is that such a cool-headed and realistic person is doing things that only a passionate person would do.

The character is cold to the point of being indifferent, but if you look at his actions, he seems like a person with hot, boiling blood.

The fact that he chose the commoner right away is also the same. Lee Cheon-sang only needs to obtain the position of the horse leader, and he doesn’t need to look at anything else. However, he says he will kill the commoner who goes out to the suburbs twice a year to relieve his murderous intent.

‘It’s not chivalry.’

Seopil did not misunderstand Lee Cheon-sang.

Lee Cheon-sang is not trying to kill Beom-sang because he is obsessed with justice and public opinion like those Jeong-pa guys. He is trying to kill him simply because it is not right.

Doing what you can according to your ability in your position. If everyone was like that, there would be no corruption in this world and any organization would run well.

This is also far from morality. Seopil did not think that all results were moral because they were the same. In order to achieve morality, one must clearly state that one’s intention is to avoid evil and achieve good.

But to Lee Cheon-sang, there is no good or evil. There is only right and wrong.

Good is not always right and evil is not always wrong. In this regard, Lee Cheon-sang shows a decisive difference from ordinary moralists.

‘The lord has a clear subjectivity. At first glance, that subjectivity may seem like a dream of a utopia. Therefore, for those who only look at the surface and interpret things in a superficial manner, there is no one who is as frustrating and ignorant as the lord.’

Seo-pil’s eyes, looking at Lee Cheon-sang’s back, were very serious.

‘But my lord, even if he is misunderstood, he will act without any hesitation. To my lord, the eyes and evaluations of others are not important. What matters is whether it is right or wrong.’

That is exactly why we can see people as people. Those who are swayed by the evaluation of others lose themselves, so they see people as beasts, ghosts, or devils.

‘Anyway, I’m busy. The military will do their best to suppress the lord.’

In that part, Seopil couldn’t help but admire Lee Cheon-sang once again.

If Lee Cheon-sang had been a little weaker, he wouldn’t have had this much influence.

Yi Cheon-sang has a much more powerful influence than people vaguely think. If you look at Yi Cheon-sang himself, he may be an ordinary man, but he has made a huge impression on the powers of the new religion with a few actions.

Because of this, even if Lee Cheon-sang moved a little, everyone’s senses were on edge. Even though it was difficult for him to influence the game no matter how he moved, people kept an eye on him.

That is the very meaning of presence. Furthermore, led by that presence, Do-heon of the Gwangmadaeju changed, Gong-mu-oe of the Hyeongbeopdangju was destroyed, and even the views of the people looking at Hwan-hee-wonju changed.

Because of this, many things are changing. That is why those in power cannot easily kill Lee Cheon-sang, but at the same time, they cannot leave him alone.

A being that no one can easily touch, but is also not someone you can look down on comfortably.

Lee Cheon-sang dug into the vacuum of power that allowed him to survive in this civil war of the Shinto religion, which was more hellish than any other hell.

‘But even that has its limits. Someone from Jasodaema has already approached the lord. That means the balance has been broken.’

The thought, ‘If I just leave it alone, won’t someone else take care of it besides me?’ is changing to ‘Can I just leave this guy alone?’

From now on, it’s really dangerous. You need to become a Seventy-Two Horseman just to get away from that danger.

“There is one thing that is puzzling.”

Seo-pil looked at Yoo Sang-cheon’s words.

“Has your Majesty been formally dismissed from the military?”

Seo-pil shook his head.

“I didn’t hear it myself, but I no longer have a place in the military.”

“How can you be so confident?”

“General of the Military, Heo Seong-gwan, is convinced that my presence will have a negative impact on the soldiers under his command. If I had left the military department but not been removed from my position, many soldiers would have thought that the General of the Military was protecting me.”

“Hmm, so you’re saying there was no reason not to fire him in the first place?”

“Yes. I heard it directly from my junior this morning. I was dismissed from my post by the Chief of Staff, Heo Seong-gwan.”

There is a big difference between simple dismissal and dismissal.

A look of surprise appeared on Yoo Sang-cheon’s face.

“If you get fired, it won’t be easy to get into any organization in the future.”

“Yes.”

“underneath……?”

“Yes. In order to remain in the civil war, I must either become a guest of Elder Baekgolshinma or become a Seventy-Two Horse General.”

“… … !”

“Therefore, I will also aim for someone from the Seventy-Two Horsemen. I have already decided on my opponent.”

Yoo Sang-cheon stuck out his tongue.

“You have good action skills.”

“I’ve never heard anyone say I was slow in my actions before. That was until I was attacked by my lord.”

“I guess you haven’t heard the rumor that Seo Min has become your subordinate yet?”

“Yes, and no one would think that far.”

It was so obvious. Seopil was the vice-chairman of Baeknoegak, and he was a man who was in no way inferior to Lee Cheon-sang in terms of career and martial arts. Naturally, no one would have thought that he would go under Lee Cheon-sang.

“So we must do everything we can right now. If it becomes known that I am under the command of my lord, then the leaders will start to move in earnest.”

“I guess so.”

Seopil asked Lee Cheon-sang.

“By the way, I have a question.”

“Speak.”

“What happened to Doheon, the Great Lord of the Mad Demons? I heard he used to stay at Elder Baekgolshinma’s residence.”

“I’m going to the modern black horse lord.”

“Black Horse Lord So-gong… … .”

“The two are close friends. I know that they are at least close enough to risk their lives.”

“It would be good if Do Daeju also entered the Seventy-Two Horses.”

“He said he would come back after finishing what he had to do, so just wait.”

“All right.”

Do-heon was a man of great character. However, like Yang Baek-ho, he was not the type of person the leaders of the civil war organization wanted. He would have no choice but to enter as a Seventy-Two-Majang.

“I think we can part ways here.”

The three people who passed through the last forest finally arrived at a place where they could see the outer gate.

“I will go to Hwanheewonju on this road.”

“Do so.”

Seo-pil bowed.

“Please be careful.”

In this way, Lee Cheon-sang and Yoo Sang-cheon safely escaped to the outer world.

Seo-pil took a deep breath.

“It’s my turn now.”

Baek So-dam was close to her lord, but she was not a person who acted for her lord. Furthermore, her relationship with herself was not good.

In order to unite the Seventy-Two Horsemen into an organization called Shinjangbu, Seopil will have to fully demonstrate his abilities.

* * *

“Phew.”

When he saw the outer wall of the Shingyo church in the distance, Beomsang sighed habitually again.

‘I guess I won’t be able to come out for a while.’

To be exact, it shouldn’t come out.

The ordinary man knew that his actions had no effect on the new religion. However, they could have a great effect on himself. If he was not careful, he could be kicked out of the outside world.

In order to prevent such an unexpected situation, you should not go out of town often. Even though it is a horse stable, people may not know about it, but you never know. Someone might look at you suspiciously.

‘So I guess I have to endure it.’

Beomsang secretly smacked his lips.

The only thing he can do in the new religion is to train in martial arts.

In a sense, it is a blessed environment. There are no tasks, so no one bothers you, you can eat at the restaurant, and the landlords will take care of your accommodations.

Even Beomsang once spent all day practicing martial arts in his boundless freedom.

Thanks to this, I was able to become stronger quickly, but there was a limit to my progress.

I tried to break through that limit, but I got frustrated, got bored, and got into fights. There was even a time when I just drank a lot of alcohol.

But no one wrote about him.

From the moment he realized that the freedom he had thought was a gift was now shackling his life, he moved to the suburbs and committed suicide by living quietly.

Of course, they didn’t do anything like destroying a village or raiding a convoy. They just kidnapped, raped, and killed the women of the slash-and-burn farms they liked. When they saw wandering warriors, they would pick a fight, tear their limbs off, and sometimes, out of curiosity, drink their blood.

Three years passed like that. Beom-sang felt free again. Of course, it wasn’t because he had more time to practice martial arts.

‘Damn, from now on I’ll only go out once every three months? I wonder if I’ll get caught? Well, even if I do get caught, I guess it’ll be okay since I’ll only be messing with the worthless ones.’

While I was thinking about this and that, I arrived in front of the gate of the new church.

Beom-sang sighed deeply and spoke to the water gatekeeper.

“The civil war is a twenty-two-horse race.”

When I showed him the pattern, one of the gatekeepers rang a small bell.

Kugu Palace.

The gate opens slowly.

When Beom-sang, who was stretching and yawning, tried to enter through the open gate.

“Twenty-two horsemen, ordinary.”

A young man with no expression stood before him, his arms folded.