The Return of the Namgoong Clan’s Granddaughter - Chapter 123



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Episode 123

“I’ll give you the White Dragon.”

“!”

Seopmu-kwang was surprised.

The Baekryongdae was the sword that Namgung Mucheon had said he would take to the volcano just a little while ago.

After the Red Dragon, Blue Dragon, and Yellow Dragon lords were executed following the previous Surochae incident, it was effectively one of the two units that the clan could move.

“My lord, the Baekryongdae is….”

“Even if you say no, I will give it to you. This is my stubbornness, and I cannot break it. Come with me.”

It was Namgung Mucheon’s order to go against Submu Gwang’s stubbornness, who had said earlier that he would go even if he was told not to.

Seopmu-kwang nodded.

“…Okay, I understand. As soon as I’m ready… .”

“Please give me just one day.”

Seopmu Gwang and Namgung Mucheon looked back at Seolhwa.

The child held back my words with a look of incomprehension on his face, his fists clenched.

“If you absolutely must go, please delay your departure date by one day. Please.”

“… .”

Seop Mu-gwang, who was about to leave as soon as he finished preparing, hesitated to answer.

Although he would like to leave Baekryongdae and leave right away, he decided to follow the child’s wishes.

There had to be a reason why he was the one who knew the most about Hwaoru in this family.

“We’ll leave at dawn tomorrow.”

* * *

Seol-hwa, who came out of Cheonhojeon, headed straight to the medicine shop without even taking a breath.

When she arrived at the pharmacy, out of breath, Cho-ryeon, who was organizing the newly arrived medicinal herbs, greeted her with a bright smile.

“Oh my, miss! What brings you here?”

Seolhwa strode into the medicine cabinet. She opened the medicine drawers and rummaged through the ingredients.

Choryun looked back at the spirit who followed Seolhwa as if asking what was going on, but the spirit also didn’t know the reason and just shook its head.

Seolhwa, who had been searching for medicinal herbs for a long time, then began to scribble something on a piece of paper that was on Choryun’s desk.

Cho-ryeon and Ling just watched from a distance as the child concentrated.

Finally, she held out a basket of herbs and a piece of paper in front of Choryeon.

“These are all the ingredients I know. I need to make it by tomorrow evening. Is that possible?”

Choryun blinked and accepted it.

“What is this….”

Cho-ryeon’s eyes widened as she read the writing on the paper placed on the basket.

“…miss!”

She let out a short breath as if it was absurd, asked Ling to step outside for a moment, and closed the door to the pharmacy.

He also did not forget to ask that visitors be stopped for a moment.

Choryun bent her knees and sat down at Seolhwa’s eye level.

“Miss, I’m a congressman, not someone who makes poison. I’m someone who saves people, not someone who kills them.”

“But you can do it.”

And he’s quite talented. In his previous life, he was called Dokwol.

“miss….”

Cho-ryeon put her hand on her forehead and let out a long sigh.

– I helped you because you never tried to harm anyone until now. It’s not because I’m afraid of my identity being revealed.

Cho-ryeon lifted the paper with a start.

“What on earth are you going to use this for? Why would you need such a poison, young lady…?”

“The life of someone you care about depends on that poison.”

“… .”

The movement of the first lily stopped.

She slowly raised her gaze and looked at Seol-hwa. The child had a serious expression without a hint of playfulness.

“What is that…?”

“The Lord of the Wind is in danger. He might even die.”

“… .”

“He is someone precious to you, Cho-ryeon. I promise. I am not making this to harm anyone. I need this to save the Great Lord.”

Arm, rock.

Cho-ryeon lifted the paper again and looked closely at the written words.

The materials and manufacturing methods used were combined in her head to create the result.

Her hands holding the paper were trembling.

“… It’s not enough. This won’t do.”

“Can you figure it out? By tomorrow evening.”

“I don’t have enough time.”

“That’s the max.”

“…I’ll try.”

The first batch went straight into production.

What Seolhwa wrote on the paper was something she had never made before in this life, but it was part of the recipe for the poison pill that Dokwol had made in her previous life.

I don’t remember all the ingredients for this recipe that I saw while I was at the Blood Cult’s Medicine Hall, but I tried to remember as much as I could about the ingredients that Dokwol used at the time and gave them to him.

All that remains is for Cho-yeon to find the missing pieces and put them together.

‘If it’s Cho-ryeon, you can do it.’

No, I will do it.

In her previous life, wasn’t she the woman who infiltrated the Blood Cult to seek revenge on Submu Gwang and rose to the position of Dokwol?

Wasn’t she the woman who hunted down and killed the blood cult members associated with Hwaoru behind the veil of Yuhui?

That’s what she is, so she’ll definitely do it.

I have to do it. For her, for Submu Gwang, and for Namgung.

Click.

Seol-hwa, who came out of the pharmacy, guarded the front door.

He personally sent away the visitors from the medical office to ensure that Choryun would not be disturbed in any way.

Ling silently stayed by the side of such a tale.

When the deep night passed, the morning dawned, and the evening came again when the sun set.

The door to the pharmacy opened.

Cho-ryeon, whose complexion had become haggard in just one day, was barely able to stand, staggering.

There was a prescription in her hand.

Seolhwa, who saw that, raised her head again and looked at Choryeon.

“… I finished it. Barely.”

Seolhwa accepted the prescription that Choryun offered.

It must have been really recently finished, because I could feel the warmth from beyond the piled up papers.

Seolhwa put it in a pocket the size of her palm and turned to go to Seopmu Gwang.

Then I looked back at Choryun again.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Thank you for really doing it.

And then she turned around again, and this time, Cho-ryeon caught her.

“miss!”

“?”

“If that’s true… I can live with it…?”

“…maybe.”

It’ll probably be hard. In fact, it won’t be easy.

Although that answer came to mind, Seolhwa couldn’t continue her story.

The look in Cho-ryeon’s eyes as she tried her best to create the poison was so earnest that it was impossible to speak.

Blame, Tadot-

As she left the medicine room and headed to the Bifungdae Hall, Seolhwa mulled over those words in her mind.

‘maybe….’

It was an answer not only to comfort the beginner but also to reassure himself.

* * *

Seopmu Gwang was in the Bifungdaeju room.

This was the first time he had stayed in the Bifungdaeju room since returning to Namgung.

Because he hated being cooped up in his office, the office of the chief secretary had long since lost its meaning as an office of the chief secretary.

But today, he kept his cool.

He guarded the front of the badges of the members of the Bi-pung-dae that were hanging on the wall of the main hall.

Dalgrak.

The wooden sign made a warm noise as it struck the wooden board.

It was the badge of the agent who died before my eyes.

When members of the Bifungdae become members of the Bifungdae, they receive a new badge issued by Namgung and hang their old badges here.

It was a pledge to start anew as a member of Namgung’s secret organization, and it was also a trace of myself left behind in case I died during a mission and my body was not recovered.

“The Bi-Pung-Dae are often killed because they are entrusted with the most dangerous missions for the main family. However, we have never faced a death like yesterday. Yesterday’s death was nothing less than a mockery of the spirit of the Bi-Pung-Dae.”

The determination to even risk death.

He made the person who jumped into death with that determination attack the family that was the object of his determination.

None of the members of the Bi-pung-dae would have wished for a death like that.

It was an act that trampled on the meaning of existence of the Bipoongdae and their pride.

Dalgrak.

Seop Mu-gwang put down his badge and turned around.

Seolhwa was suddenly standing behind him.

Holding a prescription the size of the palm of my hand.

“Don’t go.”

Seopmu-kwang picked up the picture and let out a laugh.

“What have you heard so far?”

“You will die.”

“I am the kind of person who can bend his pride, but never his convictions.”

It was a statement that he was determined to go forward to death even though he knew the outcome.

Seolhwa handed him a prescription. No, it was a poison pill disguised as a prescription.

“What kind of medicine is it?”

“Eat it when you can’t swing your sword.”

“Is this why you asked me to wait a day?”

“yes.”

Seobmu-gwang laughed and put the prescription in his bosom.

He ruffled Seol-hwa’s hair.

“Thank you, kid. I will come back alive, if only for the sake of your kindness.”

Seolhwa lowered her gaze.

Be careful. The words lingered in my mouth.

* * *

Early morning, with dim light.

Seol-hwa woke up to a small noise and was leaving the room when she found a paper bag in front of the door.

As I picked up the envelope, a warm scent tickled my nose.

It was a smell that made my mouth water.

When I opened the bag, it was full of tang-hoo-loo.

As she was rustling around and looking inside, something fell with a thud at her feet.

It was a small, neatly folded note.

When I unfolded the note, I saw a short letter written in roughly scribbled handwriting.

[Receive the rite of passage when you return, disciple.]

Seol-hwa’s gaze lingered on the word ‘disciple’ for a long time.

Up until now, she had only had one master, Blood Demon. So, it was the first time that someone other than Blood Demon had called her a disciple, Seop Mu-Gwang.

“… .”

Seol-hwa read the short passage over and over again, then folded the note neatly and put it in her bosom.

Then I took a deep breath of the clear dawn air.

Seopmu-gwang headed towards Hwaoru. Although he could not stop him from going, he did everything he could.

What should I do now?

‘Let’s go to the volcano.’

Let’s go to the volcano and disperse the power of Hwaoru. Let’s help Master with that.

Seolhwa walked briskly.

* * *

That afternoon, the messenger from Hwasan arrived at Namgung.