Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 35



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 35

Red medicine (1)

After the man in the darkness retreated.

The monk was lost in thought.

‘He is good at instigation… .’

Some may take it negatively, but demagoguery is an important skill, at least when it comes to leading a group.

In particular, it could be said to be a very important ability if one had to lead the religious group Cheonmasingyo.

Of course, the bodyguard added something like that. Calling him a conman.

However, the pastor did not think so.

‘If he really is a swindler, there is no way the Heavenly Demon would be fooled.’

The current Cheonma was not so naive as to be fooled by a swindler.

If he was that kind of man, not only would he not have been able to climb the Heavenly Horse, but there would have been no reason for them to move so cautiously.

There was no room for doubt about the abilities of the current Cheonma, and the belief in the current Cheonma within the new religion was absolute.

That is why they were crouching down, waiting for the time after the current Heavenly Demon ascended to heaven.

So there is only one conclusion.

‘The appearance of a fraud is definitely an act intended to deceive the outside world.’

Goosebumps appeared on the arms of the apologist who had thought that far.

How can you have such feelings at only fifteen?

‘This is someone who absolutely must be dealt with.’

From Ichimoku’s perspective, it was an extremely unfair misunderstanding.

* * *

The next day after returning to the headquarters.

My life went back to normal.

No, I thought it would be nice to go back.

“Why have you come again?”

When I asked Gwanmuyeol and Janghoe, who had come to Pungamjeon early in the morning, the two men took turns answering.

“It is because of the stern command of the Supreme Being and the apologist.”

“Just in case, from now on we will be the Confucius’s personal escorts.”

After hearing their answers, I remembered being chased by the rampaging ambassador.

Certainly, it seemed that an escort was necessary to survive in the Demonic Cult.

But I had a fond memory of these guys.

“Are you planning to make me train like last time? If it’s training, I’ve already received enough training from Lady Jin and the Master.”

“At that time, we had no choice but to do so because of the instructions given by the Almighty.”

It was a question that was answered with an emphasis on ‘inevitable’, and Gwanmuyeol had an expression on his face that said it wasn’t worth answering.

“We will only stay by Confucius’ side and protect him. We will not interfere in Confucius’s affairs. Unless the Supreme Being gives instructions.”

“Hmm. I’ll believe you for now.”

So, ignoring the two guards who were stationed on one side of Pungamjeon, the morning class with Jin Ha-yeon began.

And when lunch and external training were over, the voice of Kwan Mu-yeol, who was guarding the entrance, and a cheerful voice that I hadn’t heard in a long time were heard one after another.

“Your Majesty, a guest has arrived.”

“Oppa!!”

I ordered the door to be opened, and as soon as Gwanmuyeol opened the door, Seonah ran over and hugged me.

When I came back home from a business trip for a few days, my daughter came out to greet me barefoot and hugged me. Is this how I feel?

“Hahaha. Did you miss me that much?”

A comfortable smile naturally appeared on my lips.

It was a moment like a shower to me, who was suffering from magic and pseudo-doctrines, between the humans who tried to watch me every day and the humans who were impatient because they couldn’t control me.

Spending time with this cute little one who is just happy that I’m here.

“Yes. Have you been practicing hard while I was away?”

Seon-ah looked up at me with bright eyes at my question and started bragging about what had happened over the past five days.

“Yes! Now I can even pierce through rocks with my Blood Tiger Strike! If Aunt is this good, I can kill her by stabbing her directly in the heart without even avoiding the ribs!”

“Is that so?”

I don’t know what kind of boasting is so bloody.

Anyway, let’s spend some time listening to Seon-ah’s boasting.

“Your Majesty. The Grand Duke has come to see you.”

“Hahaha. Ow! Are you inside?”

This time, the ambassador came to Pungamjeon.

He patted Seon-ah’s head once, as her lips were about to pout, and then greeted the ambassador.

I didn’t want to lose my break time either, but it was inevitable.

“I am here with you, Ambassador. What brings you here?”

As I asked that, I glanced at Hanggeon next to the ambassador. I wondered why that guy was with the ambassador.

“Hahaha. The Master has entrusted me with the school work that my younger brother suggested. Now that I have reached a certain level, I need to learn how to govern the school in addition to the work of the military unit.”

“I’m sorry, Ambassador. It seems that the Master also expects that Ambassador will be able to become a Heavenly Horse. Hahaha.”

“Hahahaha! Isn’t this all thanks to you, Awoo?”

My flattery must have worked because the squad leader burst into hearty laughter.

“Anyway, that’s why I came here. The Master told me to coordinate with this friend here and our youngest brother to compile a list of basic martial arts and external skills to teach to the children, and then compile a textbook to send to each branch.”

“It is so, my lord.”

“Hehehe. I heard from this guy. He decided to make his younger brother his master. I will be his master, so it looks like he will also be my loyal subordinate. Hahaha!”

Now, looking at Hanggeon, who had changed his attitude and was treating me with respect, and Daesahyung, who was constantly talking about what he wanted to say, I felt dizzy.

However, the guests did not end with those two.

“Your Majesty. The third prince has come to see you.”

The voice of Gwanmuyeol, who was not a human doorbell but was shouting in the same emotionless tone, was heard, and soon after, the third death row inmate entered Pungamjeon.

The third death row inmate quickly took the prize from the ambassador, perhaps not expecting him to be there.

“I meet the Ambassador.”

“Hahaha. Looks like the third one has something to share with our youngest!”

“Yes.”

And the third death row inmate, after only a brief greeting, came up to me.

“Youngest.”

“Yes. Death penalty.”

“Thank you.”

“yes?”

What the hell is this out of the blue?

“This death row inmate has recently made progress in martial arts. Isn’t this all thanks to our youngest brother trusting in him?”

“Ha. Hahaha. Isn’t that just because of the hard work and talent of the executioner? What did I do to make you say that?”

“No. Thanks to our youngest, I’ve been having less negative thoughts lately. Isn’t that also thanks to you, Ichimoku?”

“Ahem. I will only diminish the accomplishment of the death penalty.”

“Hahahahaha! Congratulations, priest! This, this, if I don’t try harder, I might be caught up to the third one!”

Perhaps it was because the ambassador suddenly intervened in the conversation. Shouts of “Congratulations!” to the third death penalty erupted from all over the Pungamjeon Hall.

Jin Ha-yeon with a blunt expression and Jang Hui with a faint smile.

“Thank you for the reduction!!”

Hanggeon, who was shouting very loudly and trying his best to flatter him, as if he were a follower of the Cheonmasin Church.

‘Why is he like this again?’

No matter how much his heart changed, the guy who only cared about maintaining his pride turned into a sycophant overnight.

“I will reduce it.”

And Seon-ah said that while hiding behind me and sticking her face out.

Although he said that out of courtesy, his expression wasn’t very bright, perhaps because I was wasting his time.

Could it be because congratulatory messages poured in from all over the place?

“Ahem.”

The third brother, who has not been exposed to sunlight, has a red face and twists his body.

While I was smiling awkwardly because it was a strange sight, the human doorbell rang again.

“Your Majesty, the sixth prince has come to see you.”

“!?”

This guest was an unexpected person.

The sixth death row inmate, who suffered from hallucinations and auditory hallucinations in exchange for learning the Light Soul Sword Technique, had no connection with me.

Because we haven’t met since the last group dinner.

But that doesn’t mean we can treat them coldly.

“I meet the death penalty.”

As I opened the door and came in, I greeted the sixth death row inmate, Jong-ri Chu, with a winning ticket. As soon as I greeted him, the sixth death row inmate greeted the second and third death row inmates.

“I meet the great chief. I meet the third chief.”

“Hahaha! Welcome. But, what brings the sixth one here?”

It was an ambassador who asked questions on my behalf, as if it were his own home.

“I heard that the Ambassador and the Third Brother often come here to look for the youngest, so I just came today out of curiosity.”

“Hahaha. That’s right! Oh, now that I think about it, you haven’t heard about the sixth one yet. The third one has made progress in martial arts, so everyone is congratulating him.”

“I will reduce the sentence to death!”

While the sixth executioner is hurriedly taking the prize from the third executioner.

Once again, the voice of the human superhuman, Guan Muyeol, was heard.

“Your Majesty! A man named Guyangmun from the Hundred Ghost Corps has come to see you.”

At this point, I had this thought.

I wish everyone would just disappear except for Seon-ah.

“Your Majesty! Ha Yeon! Are you inside~?”

As if unaware of the circumstances inside, Goyangmun’s lively voice can be heard from beyond the door.

“Ha. Let them in for now.”

As I shouted that with a sigh, the door opened and Guyangmun came in.

Carrying a small box.

“Hayeon-ah! What did I catch when I went out this time…?”

Goyangmun, who had been excitedly coming in to show off his gift to his beloved woman, stopped like a broken wooden doll.

And he quickly took the lottery ticket and started greeting people.

“I see the Grand Duke! I see the Third Duke! I see the Sixth Duke!”

After greeting them, Guyangmun, as always, began to chat excitedly with the elders, displaying his characteristic sociability.

“Thank you, Master Sam! If I ever get the chance to see Master Sam’s 14 martial arts moves, I’d be really happy! Hahaha.”

“Ahem. Hmm. Well, there’s nothing I can’t show you.”

While I was looking around at the crazy people chatting away happily in other people’s houses, I noticed the sixth death row inmate smiling happily without joining in the conversation.

“Are you okay? Death penalty.”

“Hahaha. It’s much better than being alone in my room.”

“Is that so?”

“Whenever I’m alone, I tend to hallucinate and feel dizzy. But when I’m with eleven people like this, I don’t have any hallucinations or hear any voices.”

“… … .”

At the words of the sixth execution, I was momentarily speechless and glanced around.

And after I finished checking, I spoke carefully to the executioner.

“There are only nine people here now. Death penalty.”

Even including Kwon Mu-yeol outside the door, there were only ten people.

* * *

Three death row inmates. Jin Ha-yeon and Gu Yang-mun. Two bodyguards. And Hang-geon and Seon-ah.

Time passed by in a flash as a dozen people, including Ichimoku himself, gathered at Pungamjeon and chatted away.

The two escort warriors kept their mouths shut, but for Ichimoku, who was looking for a quiet rest, that was all that mattered.

And that terrible time came to an end thanks to the human super-human, Gwanmuyeol.

“Heavenly Horse! Heavenly Horse! I meet the Master of Heavenly Horses!”

The time called Han Shijin flew by, and it meant that the time for training with Cheon Ma had arrived.

With the appearance of Cheonma, the guests who had come to visit began to leave like the tide receding, and only the sound of Ilmok’s breathing filled the Pungamjeon Hall.

“Let’s start training.”

It was said that he was treated like a dog.

And at the time when the sun was shining brightly on Cheonma.

“Haat!”

Seon-ah, who had returned to Hyukryun Se-ga, was practicing the Blood Tiger Redemption Technique alone in the training hall.

And beyond the wall of the training ground, there was someone watching Seon-ah with a pleased face.

‘Hehehe. Maybe, in the future, my granddaughter will become the head of the Sega family.’

As it was a cult that worshipped the gods, the Cheonmasingyo was a place where any woman could become the head of the household. As long as she was the strongest within the household.

However, Hyukryuncheon-gang did not know what Seon-ah, who was currently absorbed in training, was thinking about.

Crunch!

Seon-ah, who had pierced the heart of the wooden training doll with her fingernails, looked at her own red-tinted fingernails and thought.

‘I have to become stronger so I can continue to be by your side.’

Seon-ah may be young, but she wasn’t stupid.

The child knew.

Most of the people who took away the time he spent with Ilmok were people higher up in the hierarchy than he and Ilmok.

The Grand Duke, the Three Dukes, and others like Cheonma.

So the child thought.

‘You have to become stronger. Stronger than anyone else.’

So that no one dares to interrupt the time you and Ilmok spend together.

Crunch!

The claws Seon-ah swung drew a red trail, neatly slicing the wooden doll’s neck in two.

“Phew.”

The red aura in Seon-ah’s eyes and hair, which were catching her breath, had become much darker.

* * *

A late hour when everyone is asleep.

When even the moonlight is obscured by clouds, only darkness fills Pungamjeon.

A whitish figure shrouded in darkness moved like a swarm, heading towards Ichimoku’s residence.

It was a strange sight.

A door that opens and closes without even a sound.

The door was closed, as if it had never been opened, blending in with the grayish shape.

And the shadow that had entered Ichimoku’s quarters through the darkness was looking down at Ichimoku who was deeply asleep.