The Return of the Namgoong Clan’s Granddaughter - Chapter 102



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Episode 102

The whole time Soruju entered Namgung was a trick to bring down Namgung. Only then did everything make sense.

After all, Soruju had betrayed him, so the bloodthirsty Rouge couldn’t just leave him alone.

“So, who were you trying to contact? That’s Baekrihyangshintan.”

Seolhwa’s sword pointed to the Baekrihyangsintan that lay on the floor, broken in two.

The Baekrihyangshintan is an item created by the Blood Cult. It is an item used to secretly send and receive signals without being detected.

Since it was something he had used a lot in his previous life, there was no way Sulwha wouldn’t recognize it.

“Oh, I was going to send it to my lord who is nearby.”

“Is the enemy monster here?”

The flesh and blood family is… nearby…?

“Yes. I will give you a signal to see the situation and then strike the ghost.”

“To target the weakest moment.”

“As expected, you are Lord Soru.”

The demon bowed and sang.

If Soruju’s betrayal was staged, then Seolhwa was the target that had to be shown to Majong as best as possible.

He quickly added as he saw Sul-hwa worrying after hearing that the fleshly lord was nearby.

“Ah, now that I know the Lord Soru’s will, I will not have to call for my lord.”

“?”

“I can’t dare to interfere with Lord Soru’s work.”

He smiled faintly, but his eyes were trained on Seolhwa.

Seolhwa burst into laughter as she watched Majong trying to please her.

‘As expected of a fox.’

“That’s right. The work isn’t over yet, and I can’t be messing around in a place like this.”

“Yes, yes.”

“So, the reason you were able to move Guiyeongchaeju was probably because you promised to cure your son’s illness?”

“Yes. That’s right… .”

“Let me know.”

“…yes?”

There was a hint of distrust in Ma Jong’s eyes.

Seolhwa smiled leisurely as she watched him anxiously.

“Treatment. Tell me.”

That relaxed smile and gaze suddenly changed, like a beast changing in front of its prey.

“Because I need to use it.”

Seol-hwa’s eyes gleamed as she looked at Ma-jong-ui. Even though she didn’t raise her murderous spirit, it was a menacing feeling that made her shiver.

‘I’ve heard that Soruju’s inaction is high for his age, but….’

The murderous intent from a little while ago, and this look in his eyes. He is definitely not someone you can take lightly just because he is young.

‘You must not go against the will of God.’

“Well, then! I should let you know! But… .”

“?”

“Well, it’s not a perfect cure, but are you okay with that…?”

“It’s not a perfect cure?”

“What we were trying to teach to Guiyingchaeju was the blood sucking technique.”

“Vampiric technique?”

Seolhwa frowned.

Blood sucking technique. Literally, it is the technique of absorbing blood energy.

Whether human or animal, if there is blood flowing, there is vitality, or blood energy, in that blood. In terms of vitality, it is similar to innate energy, and in terms of being related to blood vessels, it is similar to acquired energy.

However, it is different from innate energy in that it is not something that one is born with, and it is different from acquired energy in that it cannot be obtained through special methods.

Blood energy is literally the energy that comes from the power of blood to flow throughout the body. It is the vitality itself that comes from the beating of the heart.

That is why everyone has blood, whether they have learned martial arts or not, and even non-human beings have blood.

The blood sucking technique was a blood attack that gained strength by sucking blood energy.

“You think that can save the son of the nobleman?”

“It can be saved.”

“Don’t beat around the bush. It makes me want to kill you.”

The devil who had been laughing suddenly became startled and quickly continued speaking.

“If you use the blood sucking technique to absorb blood energy, you can temporarily calm the distorted energy and blood. However, it is only temporary.”

“It seems that you can only avoid the moment when your energy and blood are distorted.”

“Yes. As you know, venous thrombosis is not curable. If you use the blood sucking technique, you will live longer than usual, but as time goes by, seizures and blood and energy distortions will occur more frequently… .”

“It will require more blood.”

“you’re right.”

The corners of Ma Jong’s mouth curled. It was a truly evil smile.

‘This is why Jinso-yak became a killer in his previous life.’

Because he would have had to commit murder to survive.

As time passed, he would have been lusting for more and stronger blood, and if it were Maeng Deung-ho, he would have gladly participated in murder for such a son.

The reason they were able to commit such evil acts was probably because they were a blood sect.

‘That’s interesting.’

It’s interesting to think that there was such a causal connection between things that I knew in my past life but never bothered to find out.

And you also know that you can use it to siphon off power that hasn’t yet entered the blood sect.

“Did you hear that?”

“…?”

The demon looked at her with a puzzled look.

“I told you, the blood bond issuer won’t teach you the proper way.”

“Lord Soru? What is that…?”

Seolhwa looked back, smiling faintly.

Ma Jong-i, who had followed her gaze and raised his head, gasped for breath.

High up in the tree, hidden by the shadows of the leaves, sat a black panther.

The black panther’s eyes flashed with anger.

“Ear, earring…!”

Hook- boom!

The ghost of Guiying Chaeju, Maeng Deung-ho, landed on the ground. The ground shook and dust rose up.

He walked briskly towards Seolhwa and Majong.

“If it weren’t for me, Soyak would have lived a life that wasn’t really alive.”

Maeng Deung-ho glanced at Seol-hwa.

“Thank you. I will keep my promise.”

Seolhwa shrugged and took a step back.

He hid with Gwiyeongchaeju and approached Namgung Cheongun, who had just revealed himself when Gwiyeongchaeju jumped down.

Cheongun grabbed Seolhwa’s shoulder.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“yes.”

Cheongun and Seolhwa looked towards Gwiyeongchaeju.

Thud. Thud.

As the steps of the nobleman got closer, Majong’s body began to tremble noticeably.

“Your Majesty, Your Grace. That, that’s not it…”

“It’s not something.”

Maeng Deung-ho’s eyes flashed with life.

“You said it so well with your own mouth, and now you’re thinking of denying it?”

Unlike the eerie murderous intent of the story, Majong couldn’t come to his senses due to the oppressive murderous intent.

As Maeng Deung-ho said, he told everything with his own mouth because he wanted to look good in front of So-ru-ju.

Even if I denied it now, there was no way anyone would believe me.

“You must have taken advantage of my son.”

Hot.

Maeng Deung-ho’s large hand grabbed Ma Jong-ui’s head. It was a large hand that could hold his entire face.

“Ae, aewoo, aewoo…! (Chae, Chaeju, Chaeju!)”

The demon tried to pull away the large hand that covered his face, but it was impossible to escape from the powerful demon.

Maeng Deung-ho’s hand suddenly pressed against Ma Jong-ui’s face.

“Ugh, ugh…! Ah, oh my…! (S, save me…!)”

“Can I kill you?”

Maeng Deung-ho asked.

Seolhwa shrugged and answered.

“I’m done with my work. I’ll go back to the barracks first.”

“Snow flower… .”

As expected of Namgung’s son, Cheongun seemed uncomfortable with killing people easily.

Seolhwa grabbed Cheongun’s hand and pulled him along.

“If you don’t die, you’re the one who will kill. Don’t think of it as killing, but rather as saving lives. Then you’ll feel a little better.”

Cheongun frowned.

It seems strangely convincing… ? But that doesn’t mean I feel at ease… .

“That’s strange logic. But, I understand what you’re saying.”

“song.”

“okay.”

Behind the two people holding hands and walking back to the barracks, a scream of “Kkwaaah!” was heard.

Then, with a “kwakjik” sound, the screams died down.

* * *

“Snow flower.”

On the way out of the forest and back to the barracks.

Cheongwoon suddenly stopped walking and opened both arms towards Seolhwa.

Seolhwa, who had been looking back and forth between Cheongun and his outstretched arms for a moment, timidly went into his arms and hugged him.

Cheongun hugged the child tightly.

“… .”

Seolhwa was a little surprised. His body was shaking.

“…dad?”

“I thought I would lose you… I thought I would lose you again.”

Cheongun recalled the moment he received Ling’s report.

‘Miss…! Miss Seolhwa…!’

I felt dizzy and my vision went black. It felt like the abyss I had forgotten about for a moment had come back to me.

From then on, I don’t know how I got here.

Ling barely managed to stop the child from blindly following him, and made him join the Cheongsan couple in Soho. He then led the Hwangryongdae and set off immediately.

There was no need to look for any traces of the child. Only the iron ball that Ling had told him about caught Cheongwoon’s eyes.

“Without you, my life is meaningless. Did I ask you to be my master? If so, you should stay by my side.”

“… .”

“If you die… how am I supposed to live?”

Cheongun lowered his head. His body was still trembling.

You could tell from the little tremors how much she was suffering from the fear of losing her daughter again.

Seolhwa gently embraced Cheongun.

“…sorry.”

The person I was most worried about while chasing after Hwarin was my father, Cheongwoon.

A life completely devoted to his daughter. Because he knows better than anyone how far he can go for her.

“I’ll be careful. And…”

Seolhwa made a promise to Cheongun.

“I will never die. I will never die… leaving only Dad behind.”