Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 46



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 46

Ward (1)

bang!!!!

The sword that Ilmok swung and the spear that Janghoe threw clashed, creating a huge explosion.

The reactions of the three who were watching the scene were similar.

They all had expressions of shock on their faces. This was because they knew how long Ilmok had been learning martial arts.

However, the expressions that came after the shock were all different.

‘Damn it….’

Jang Hui, who had been aiming for Dong Gwi-eun, felt frustrated. He had even witnessed his great talent, so he was even more disappointed that he could not kill him.

And Jin Ha-yeon and Gwan Mu-yeol’s faces were filled with worry.

“Coolook… .”

Although he managed to block the spear that was flying towards him, the difference in skill was unavoidable, as he was pushed back about a meter and then coughed up blood.

“Confucius!”

“shit….”

Ichimoku, who had been spitting out blood, swore with an evil expression on his face.

As if his pride was hurt.

‘… You deserve to be called a genius just because you reached the level of a swordsman in just half a year.’

‘Are you hurt by the fact that you almost died?’

While Gwanmuyeol and Jin Hayeon each had such thoughts.

“The realm… has risen again… .”

Ilmok, who was muttering like that with an expression that said he would die from resentment, fell to the floor.

“… … .”

“… … .”

In the midst of the strange silence, the three who had been fighting looked at the fallen Ichimoku on the ground with expressions of bewilderment.

* * *

‘It’s a familiar ceiling.’

It was the first thought that came to my mind when I opened my eyes.

However, it was not the Pungamjeon where I always went to sleep.

The place where I was indebted to you last time. It was the ceiling of a medical office.

“Are you feeling better?”

And then, Jin Ha-yeon’s voice pierced my ears.

When I turned my head, Jin Ha-yeon, wrapped in bandages here and there, was looking down at me with her usual blunt expression.

Also, his teacher was with him.

“I have been attacked five times in just six months, have come close to death three times, and have ended up in a hospital here twice. What a strange fate.”

I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at the teacher’s words.

Starting with the ambassador’s rampage, then the high-ranking officer Buntaju who went wild while teaching children. Then the bandits’ attack. Last time, the assassin. And now, the Janghoe.

It must have been a very eventful day, but that wasn’t the reason I laughed so hard.

‘Is the inspiration secretly leaving out what he did?’

The first attack I received, and the most dangerous moment, was when my master pointed a knife at my neck and threatened me to become his disciple.

In the first place, all these troubles started from there, and above all else.

‘Honestly, compared to the momentum I felt from the teacher back then, everything else felt like nothing… .’

It was also the cause of my liver growing unnecessarily large.

“Still, thanks to that, my achievements seem to be rising quickly, so that’s fortunate. People naturally become stronger through adversity, so don’t worry too much about it.”

“… Yes, Master.”

I began to suspect that maybe he had noticed that I was cursing at him and was saying that.

But a more important issue remained.

‘Yes. The realm has been raised… .’

The moment that thought occurred to me, my whole body trembled.

Honestly, I don’t remember exactly how I created the sword. I just vaguely remember the feeling.

therefore.

– You have to get that feeling back right now!

– Grab your sword!

– The chance is now!

It was said that the obsessive-compulsive disorder was starting to take hold.

While I was having a heated debate with someone in my head, my master’s voice woke me up.

“I would like to order you to rest since you have not fully recovered yet, but there is something urgent, so let’s take care of that first and then rest.”

“Is this urgent?”

“I have heard the whole situation from Wanpyeong and Hayeon. Since Wanpyeong has finished preparing everything, shouldn’t you go check on the night market?”

“ah….”

Only then did I remember what had happened before I passed out.

Eventually, I got up with Jin Ha-yeon’s support and left the hospital with my teacher.

When I left the hospital, the sky was still dark.

“How long have I been sleeping?”

“Perhaps not even an hour has passed, Your Majesty.”

As we walked and had a brief conversation with Jin Ha-yeon to get a grasp of the situation, we were soon able to arrive at the tea house.

A place in charge of tea and refreshments at Cheonmasingyo.

But there was a different atmosphere than usual.

‘Wow… This looks like a scene from a historical drama?’

In the center of the tea house, a torch was lit, and dozens of warriors were guarding the area with a stern air.

And in the middle of it all, several men and women were sitting on their knees, looking like sinners.

It was a scene very similar to that seen during interrogation in a historical drama.

The Master walked across the grim scenery, sat down on the chair provided at the top, and gave an order.

“Get started.”

I thought the interrogation was about to begin, but what followed was unexpected.

Two of the people who had been kneeling, a man and a woman, got up and suddenly started boiling tea and making snacks.

“From now on, Ilmok, take a close look at the ingredients and tea they are handling.”

Only then did I realize the situation, and with Jin Ha-yeon’s support, I approached them and began to examine the ingredients they were using.

As I looked into the process of making a night snack, the first thought that came to mind was one.

‘I think this is X…’

I don’t know if it was because my head wasn’t working properly since my injury hadn’t fully healed yet, but honestly, I couldn’t figure out anything.

To my eyes, it just looked like they were making ordinary snacks and brewing tea with ordinary ingredients.

‘…Should I single out someone and throw the blame at them? Or should I be honest and say I don’t know?’

Yeah. That guy Jang-Hwi suddenly made a surprise attack, so there’s definitely something going on.

Wouldn’t it work if you fit it in appropriately?

While I was thinking about that, the tea table was already set.

“How was it?”

The moment the Master’s question reached my ears, I felt as if eons of time had passed.

And after much deliberation, I made a decision.

“There was nothing particularly unusual.”

Because I didn’t know what would happen if I kept insisting on something that didn’t work here.

The Master made a strange expression at my answer and looked at the three death sentences that had been waiting next to the Master.

“Try it.”

“Your name.”

The three brothers glanced at me and then walked towards the already set tea table.

“First of all, the appearance is very similar to what came up that day, Master.”

The executioner who said that took a bite of the snack first, then lifted the teacup and took a sip of tea.

“… The taste and smell are completely different from what I ate that day, Master.”

I let out a sigh of relief at the words of the three executioners. As expected, it seemed like it was a good idea to just be honest this time.

And the teacher, who was watching the situation, said with an angry face.

“Do you dare to insult me ​​just now?”

In response to the teacher’s question, the two people who had been serving refreshments quickly bowed and shouted.

“It’s so unfair!”

“We made it exactly the same as that day. The taste of food varies depending on a person’s mood. It is because you doubted us that the three princes felt differently!”

At the protests of the two, the already gloomy faces of the three brothers took on a murderous look.

“Do you dare to treat me like a fool in front of the Master right now? It certainly looked and tasted similar to the snack I had that day, but it tasted like something was missing. The sweetness and flavor were much stronger that day, and so was the tea. It seemed like the same tea was used, but it was much stronger and more bitter that time.”

After hearing the death sentence, something suddenly came to mind.

‘Come to think of it, didn’t you say that tea and carbonated drinks are dangerous for people with sensitive skin if they drink a lot? Did you not use ‘that’, but make the tea much stronger to make the effect stronger?’

It was possible, but it felt like it wasn’t enough.

‘The executioner said that even that snack tasted like it was missing something, so couldn’t there be something more?’

In the midst of all this, the two men on their knees and the three death row inmates were shouting at each other that they were being treated unfairly, and I was thinking about whether I should intervene even now.

Suddenly, several men appeared from the darkness.

One of the dogs had a familiar face to me.

‘Master’s escort.’

The man who drove the carriage when I was first kidnapped by the Master. He was the best guardian of the Heavenly Demon Sect and the head of the Silver Pavilion.

And each of them took something out of their bosom and held it out forward.

“These are things I found by searching through the tea house and all the other buildings where they reside.”

At the report of the Silver Mirror, the Master nodded and gave me an order.

“Come and check.”

As I approached the teacher with Jin Ha-yeon’s support, a thought occurred to me.

‘You are very thorough.’

It seems that he quickly brought in the suspects, took away the time to destroy the evidence, and then used his direct subordinates to collect the evidence.

As I approached them, I began examining the various pieces of evidence they had presented one by one.

Of course, most of them were things I had never seen before, but there was one thing I knew, mixed in there.

‘…Wow. I never thought this would really happen in this day and age.’

It was dark brown, shaped like a bean, and had a strange, bittersweet aroma. It was a coffee bean.

* * *

Like most Korean office workers who are consumed by work, it was a daily routine for civil servants to enjoy coffee on their way to work in the morning or after lunch.

I also often drank coffee with the managers in the same department, and Manager Lee Ji-yeon was the same.

But one day, she stopped drinking coffee.

– I’ll buy you coffee today.

– Chief Seo Ji-hoon. Then, instead of coffee, I would like chamomile tea.

– Hmm? Come to think of it, Chief of Staff Lee Ji-yeon doesn’t drink coffee these days?

– Oh, yes… . It didn’t quite suit my taste.

I found it strange that someone who had been drinking it well for several months suddenly said that it didn’t suit his taste.

And that afternoon, I was able to hear the story from her colleague, Chief Superintendent Kim Chang-wan.

― I guess the stress of dealing with the complainants was too much. I heard that he recently went to a psychiatrist and was diagnosed with depression and panic disorder.

It was quite a shocking story, so I felt sorry, but I also felt puzzled.

– So, what does coffee have to do with depression?

― I don’t know for sure, but I heard that when you have severe depression, if you drink coffee, your heart starts pounding and you become irritable. You feel so depressed that you feel like you’re going to have a seizure.

– ah….

* * *

After hearing that story, I vaguely remembered searching the Internet out of curiosity. About the side effects of caffeine and foods that are bad for depression.

Of course, at the time, I didn’t have depression, so I just looked it up once and moved on. I barely remember the details.

Also, there was no guarantee that they had fed coffee to the executioners. In the first place, it was not known whether coffee existed in this era.

So I was worried that they might reveal something I didn’t know, but who knows, it turned out that they used coffee.

It was absurd in many ways, but there was something more urgent at the moment.

“Three Death Orders. Was the taste and aroma that you were feeling was similar to this?”

As I spoke to the three brothers while offering them coffee beans, the brothers approached me, sniffed the aroma with their noses, and took a bean and put it in their mouths.

“Yes! This taste and aroma was missing!”

At the shouts of the three executioners, I turned my head and spoke to the Master.

“Master. This is an ingredient that is originally used as a kind of tea by pouring boiling water over it. And the tea made by boiling it has the effect of sharpening the mind and improving concentration, but it has the side effect of causing insomnia and making people nervous, causing depression.”

“Is that what you learned from the innkeeper?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

I feel sorry for Mr. Taehyun who has already passed away, but I couldn’t say that it was a memory from a past life, so I just made up a story.

And as if convinced by my explanation, the master nodded and gave an order.

“Immediately imprison them and interrogate them to find out who is behind them. Also, investigate all their past activities to find out who is involved and reveal the source of those evil beans.”

“Your name!”

While those gathered bowed their heads to the Master’s command, those whose charges had been proven shouted in a voice of injustice.

“This is a false accusation, my lord!”

“Sam Gongja! I have served Sam Gongja for over ten years, how can this be! And didn’t I also eat the supper that night!? This is so unfair!”

“Haven’t you heard that! It increases depression! It’s medicine for the sane, but it’s poison for me. How dare you say that!”

But the three angry executioners were not fooled by their acting.

Let’s take a moment to watch these people being dragged away.

‘Am I done with my work?’

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, there would be a need for further investigations and interrogations to uncover the background behind this, but that was not my jurisdiction. I’m not particularly talented at such investigations.

And above all, I had no time for such investigation or questioning at the moment.

“Master.”

Because right now, there was something more urgent than anything else.

“Tell me.”

With the Master’s permission, I answered in a rather serious tone.

“Then, I will return to Pungamjeon for further training.”

From the moment I woke up, I had a vague memory of the dark energy that kept forming in my head.

I wanted to swing my sword right now, but I felt like I would turn around if I kept being interrogated like this.

But the teacher frowned as if he couldn’t understand what I was saying.

“training?”

“Yes, I do. I would like to make the insight I just gained my own….”

Before I could even finish explaining.

Suddenly, my vision was covered in darkness.

* * *

Slap.

“Confucius?”

Jin Ha-yeon, who was supporting Ilmok, muttered in a tone of bewilderment at the sight of Ilmok suddenly losing consciousness while talking.

What awakened her spirit was the voice of the Heavenly Horse, who was like a god to her.

“I have marked the blood.”

Now that I look at it, it seems that Cheonma had knocked out his youngest disciple.

“The problem is that talent is overwhelming. It’s because you suffer from such side effects.”

Cheonma, who was looking at the fainted Il-mok with a pitiful expression, gave instructions to Jin Ha-yeon.

“Until the injury you received today is fully healed, wake you up only briefly during mealtimes and force you to go back to sleep afterward. Your body could be ruined by excessive training.”

Jin Ha-yeon responded to the heavenly horse’s command while supporting Il-mok.

“I will follow your orders.”

It was a day when I would not suffer from insomnia for a while.