Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 40



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 40

Assassination (2)

Although I had a new goal of assassinating the Biryonggakju, nothing much changed in my life.

It was truly a blessing.

Since I was obsessively creating a schedule, if the schedule was disrupted here, various uncomfortable situations might have unfolded.

But just because my work went on as usual, it didn’t mean that there were no changes in those who frequented Pungamjeon.

Jin Ha-yeon and the two escort warriors who live with me in Pungamjeon. And Seon-ah and the teacher who come here every day at the same time as if this is their home.

Aside from these five, the rest changed from day to day.

“Hahaha. I have been given a mission by the Baekguidan, so I won’t be able to come for a while, Your Majesty.”

“I see.”

Sometimes, Goyangmun comes to me like this and reports to me that he has to leave his post.

Well, he was just telling me things. He was glancing at Jin Ha-yeon every now and then as he spoke.

“Haha. Take care on your way back. Guyang Sohyeop.”

Now that they had become close friends, the third brother, who would see off Guyangmun with a smile, would often leave the room because of work at Amyeonggak.

‘…I can’t bring myself to ask what the mission is.’

Thirdly, the martial arts skills that the death penalty was learning. And when I thought about the characteristics of the group called Amyeonggak, the word ‘assassination’ kept coming to my mind.

They cover their entire bodies in black, coat their swords with charcoal to prevent light from reflecting off of them, and move about in the darkness at night or stay stuck somewhere.

After such a tense and thrilling time, a scene worthy of a movie is depicted, where the target passes by and the character quickly escapes.

If there’s just a problem.

When I think of someone who was kind to me and happy to me doing such things, I can’t help but feel a sense of alienation in many ways.

Anyway, after Goyangmun finished saying goodbye for a while and left.

I asked Seon-ah, who was next to me, in a sneaky manner.

“Seon-ah, after you graduate from the Magic Academy, where do you want to go?”

Curiosity about what the dream of the kid next door you are close with is.

Recently, thanks to finishing the history book and studying the law book, I now know all the groups within the Demonic Cult, so my curiosity was born.

If there was a minor problem, it was that the range of majors to choose from within the Demonic Cult was not that wide.

And then, as if interested in our conversation, the ambassador suddenly burst into hearty laughter.

“Hahahaha! What do you think of the Red Tiger Squad that I lead? If you’re a young lady from the Hyukryun Segae family, you’re very talented, so you’re more than welcome to join! Hahahahaha!”

The Demonic Cult’s armed forces were composed of sixteen units in total, each with a different color: red, blue, black, white, and animals symbolizing the four cardinal gods: dragon, tiger, turtle, and sparrow.

Like the Red Tiger Group, which has the ambassador as its leader, or the White Ghost Group, which Guyangmun belongs to.

Each unit was usually made up of about forty members, and each unit had slightly different roles.

Some groups, like the Baekgui Group, would often go on expeditions whenever a mission arose, and some groups would surround the headquarters and play a role in protecting it.

Starting from Cheonmandae Mountain, the headquarters, it borders the area called ‘Seowae’ in the central plains, so from my perspective, it felt like a kind of border guard.

In particular, within Cheonmandaesan, there were various areas other than the mountain where the so-called ‘headquarters mountain’, a huge manor, was located.

The magic hall where I had to enter also existed on another peak of Cheonmandaesan, and there was also a very dangerous mountain called Mang-a-ryeong (忘我嶺).

In other words, it was carrying out the role of guarding and monitoring not only the headquarters but also places such as the Magic Hall and Mangaryeong that exist in Cheonmandae Mountain.

‘…Mang-A-Ryeong feels more like she’s watching over me than guarding me.’

As I recalled the explanation about Mangaryeong that I had heard from Jin Ha-yeon, my body began to tremble without me realizing it.

At that time, perhaps because the ambassador’s sales were burdensome, Seon-ah grabbed my sleeve tightly and clung to me, shaking her head from side to side.

“I don’t like it because I have to leave the church often when I join the Red Tiger Corps.”

“!!!”

The ambassador’s eyes widened in surprise at Seon-ah’s rejection, and he soon laughed out loud.

“Hahahaha! What are you talking about! As a martial artist, you have to experience many different things to grow! No matter how good this place is, you can’t rise to a high position if you just stay stuck in the classroom!”

The sight of a man in his forties giving advice to a kid in his early teens looked exactly like the nagging of an old man.

In addition, the third death row inmate, who suddenly became depressed, also got involved.

“If you don’t like going outside, you won’t like our shadow pavilion either… .”

Third, the Dark Angels that the third death row belonged to were a kind of intelligence agency. Well, it felt like they were also doing assassinations.

Anyway, due to its nature, the classroom was often empty.

No, more than that.

‘You shouldn’t encourage a twelve-year-old to do things like assassination or intelligence work!’

Because I felt like something strange was going to happen to Seon-ah if I left it to those gentlemen, I quickly stepped in to mediate.

“Hahaha. Isn’t your majesty planning on moving to another place soon anyway? And the work at Amyeonggak seems too difficult for the young Seon-ah to handle. Three brothers.”

From the beginning, the title of Jeokhodanju felt too low for an ambassador who had been in Talma.

This time, in the process of handling matters related to the school, I heard that the Red Tiger Corps was also unable to go on a mission because the ambassador was tied up at the headquarters.

So, I thought that perhaps, sooner or later, there would be a transfer to another side.

“And Seon-ah, if you don’t want to leave the classroom, how about going to the teachers’ center or the law school?”

The guardians were a type of bodyguard who protected key figures and major facilities within the cult. And the guardians were a group that punished or imprisoned apostates who broke the law and managed them.

Well, in addition to that, there were five other prestigious families within the Demonic Cult, such as Hyukryun Sega. The Dasikwon, which managed the food within the Demonic Cult. Eunwigak, where Jin Hayeon belonged. And although Seon-ah had no reason to go, there was a place like Jangrowon.

The Elders’ House of the Demonic Cult was a rather peculiar place. From my modern perspective, it was more like a gathering of honorary retirees who had not yet become executives.

These were people who had risen to the middle management level, but were unable to become leaders of their respective groups because they were unable to pass the high-level magic exam. However, because they were old enough, they passed on their middle management positions to the rising young people. This was where they gathered.

Anyway, before Seon-ah could respond to my suggestion, the ambassador opened his mouth.

“Hmm. Even in the guardian deacon’s office or the guardian court, the teachings are often left empty.”

It was a sharp remark, unusual for an ambassador.

‘Well, I said I wasn’t completely stupid.’

The ambassador’s words were true.

If the person being escorted goes out on a mission, the escort warriors will go with them. Just like Jang Hui and Guan Wuyeol went around Xinjiang with me.

And those who belonged to the guardian deity also often left the headquarters to catch apostates who had escaped.

Well, it seemed like there was a separate reason why the ambassador pointed that out.

‘Eww! Kids these days! They just try to avoid hard things! When I was a kid~.’

Roughly speaking, the gaze of the ambassador looking at Seon-ah contained such emotions.

I thought only the teacher was a jerk, but the older brother was also quite the jerk.

After all, isn’t it a long-standing human tradition that the older generation looks down on the younger generation?

It is said that even in ancient relics, objects with inscriptions pointing out problems with modern things often pop out.

But what the heck. Seon-ah responded to the ambassador’s remark with sparkling eyes.

“I want to go to the nursing home!”

“Even the teachers have to go out a lot!”

“It’s okay! If you go out with me.”

Seon-ah looked at me with sparkling eyes as she said that.

“Hahahahaha! Now I see, it’s not that you don’t like leaving school, it’s that you don’t like being separated from our youngest!! Hahahaha!”

Only then did the elder brother realize Seon-ah’s true intentions and burst out laughing.

Seon-ah clings close to me, embarrassed by the way the ambassador spoke so openly after shouting it out.

I patted the cute little one’s head and glanced to the side.

There was Guan Muyeol, staring blankly into space as if it had nothing to do with us talking or not.

And then I remembered Jang-Hwi guarding the entrance to Pungamjeon and acting as a human doorbell, and that thought came to me.

‘Rather than hanging around with those dull men, wouldn’t it be better to be escorted by Seon-ah?’

Above all, I felt like I could really rest comfortably because Seon-ah was definitely on my side.

* * *

The days passed quickly, rolling like a hamster wheel.

More than half a year had passed since Ilmok was dragged into the cult called the Demonic Cult, and Ilmok had finally managed to read through the scriptures, history books, and even the law.

Of course, it is impossible to memorize everything perfectly after reading it once unless you are a genius. Constant review was necessary until the entrance examination.

But, separate from that, Ichimoku felt the need to change his routine a little.

By slightly reducing morning study time and slightly increasing training time.

I was worried about the side effects of the Talhonmujeonggeom, but I realized it over the past two months.

The very obvious fact that the level of the Talhonmujeonggeom and its side effects are proportional.

therefore.

‘If the level of realm does not increase rapidly, the possibility of side effects running wild is low.’

There were two instances where Ilmok became greatly aware of his own side effects. When he first used his internal energy, and when he absorbed the Bombing Unit and received the punishment of the Balmosa.

That is, it was when the realm rose explosively.

As long as the level of realm does not rise too high, the risk of going crazy or falling into a state of obsession due to side effects is ‘less’.

In other words, if the level rises slowly, it means that side effects will gradually creep in without you even realizing it.

Despite knowing that fact, Ichimoku chose to raise his level slowly for now.

Entering the Magic Hall and taking revenge on Uncle Taehyun. At least, it was something that had to be done in order to succeed in those two things.

As usual, Ichimoku finished his schedule according to the schedule and went to bed. How much time had passed?

Once a month, the new moon appears in the darkness.

Taking advantage of the particularly dark sky, something dark and gloomy cautiously entered Pungamjeon.

The being, without even a sound, headed towards Ilmok’s residence like a shadow.

Whew.

At the moment when the sound of a gentle night breeze echoed, the being opened the door stealthily and slipped inside.

And what greeted the being that entered the residence was the calm figure of Ichimoku raising his upper body from the bed.

“Hwaaam. Brother Sam. Are you here?”

Ilmok greeted him with a yawn.

The third death row inmate, who had been away on a mission to the Dark Pavilion a few days ago, returned today.

So, just in case, Ilmok tied a thin thread to the door and tied it to his arm.

If the door opens even a little, you can feel the vibration on your arm.

It was because of the experience of being hit by the third death penalty several times. Every time, I woke up as if I was having a game, so I prepared to wake up calmly like this.

If I wake up after playing a game, I can’t sleep at all, and it interferes with my work the next day. In a way, it was a desperate measure that I had to make because of my obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But why? Despite the greeting, the shadow showed no reaction.

Just stand there blankly, looking down at the view for a moment.

The shadow that seemed to be worrying about something moved.

Pot!

“!!!”

A shadow that burrows in in an instant. And a blade that is painted with ink and barely reflects light emerges from the shadow’s side.

Ichimoku, who had completely woken up from sleep, instinctively rolled his body and narrowly avoided the blow.

Crunch!

No, I thought I had done some damage, but my forearm was lightly cut.

‘Damn it. Am I really going crazy?’

With that thought in mind, Ichimoku drew his sword.

The reason I rolled over a little while ago was to avoid a surprise attack, but more importantly, to grab the sword next to the bed.

And faster than Ichimoku could draw his sword, the mad executioner swung his second sword at him.

Even though the food was covered in dust and the trajectory couldn’t be seen properly, Ichimoku’s natural eyes were able to read the sword’s path vaguely.

visor!!

I managed to block the sword with the narrowest of strokes, using the sword I couldn’t quite bring myself to pull out.

Creak.

Crunch.

However, even though I was using my internal energy to the max, the sword was cut in two shortly after making contact.

And in the midst of the mad assassin cutting off the sword of Ichimoku,

Ichimoku realized a very important fact.

‘This guy. He’s not the third one to be executed.’