Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 53



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 53

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After the consultation, he got up and said.

“I will call Miss Jin. After consulting with her, if you compare it with what I told you, I think the accuracy will be much higher.”

“That’s a good idea.”

After greeting Ma Yi and leaving, he gave instructions to Jin Ha Yeon and sent her inside.

“ha.”

Since it seemed like I would be coming and going from here on out, I let out a small sigh and started looking around Jeongsimwon.

Then, a familiar person came to say hello.

“I meet Prince Pal.”

“How have you been? Official Guan Muin.”

It was Gwanmuyeol who had to move the enemy from Hogyowon to Jeongsimwon.

“Not bad.”

Although he said that, Gwanmuyeol’s expression was not very bright.

In addition to my half-failed escort, I was also discovered to be dependent on poisonous mushrooms, so I felt like this was no different from a demotion.

Because the sight seemed somehow pitiful, I opened my mouth to comfort him.

“Don’t think too badly of it. Guan Muin.”

First of all, although it wasn’t something I led, Gwanmuyeol ended up being a sort of lab rat.

Moreover, since I suffer from similar side effects, the more Guan Mu Yeol achieves, the higher the probability that I will be safe.

There was a need to actively appease him, with the added benefit of a little remorse and a desire to ensure safety.

In a way that will appeal to cult fanatics.

“Perhaps serving the new religion here is a greater accomplishment than serving the new religion as a member of the clergy?”

“Are you saying that you can be of greater help to the new religion?”

“Think about it. If this research of Jeongsimwon is successful, the side effects that the martial arts people are suffering from will be reduced or controlled. Then, more masters will be born in the new religion, which would be much more helpful than one official martial arts person becoming a master.”

“But that’s the job of the members. I’m just a test subject, right?”

Hey.

Did this person receive any of the teachings of the Three Death Penalties? Why is he so depressed today?

It didn’t seem like the current method would work, so I decided to change my method. From coaxing to scolding.

“What a disappointment, official. Have you served the religion with such a mindset until now? How can a person who is an official of the religion come up with such a complacent thought, ‘I will not be able to achieve merit anyway, so it has nothing to do with me’? Is that really the behavior that is in line with the doctrine of the new religion that official has followed for decades?”

“!!!”

“Did you have that kind of mindset when you were in the monastery and when you were my escort?”

“No, Your Majesty!”

Guan Muyeol, his face turned pale, shouted urgently.

“So, at that time, you did your best because you could earn merit? Not because you served the new religion, but because you just wanted to earn merit and attain a high position?”

“That’s not right!”

“But why is it like that now?”

“That is….”

Even Gwanmuyeol himself realized belatedly that his words and actions were contradictory, and his face turned pale and he could not continue speaking.

I felt like I was going to fall into a state of obsession with money, so I thought I should give him a carrot instead of a whip.

“From what I see, the officer looks scared right now.”

“What do you mean, ‘Afraid?’ I am not even afraid of death for the sake of the new religion. Confucius!”

“I wasn’t talking about death. I was saying that you seem to be afraid of failure.”

“!!!”

He approached Gwanmuyeol, who had a surprised look on his face, patted his shoulder, and said.

“Of course not. Everyone fails. I have failed many times, and I will probably continue to fail.”

At my words, Gwanmuyeol looked at me with a strange expression.

As I was wondering why he was making that expression, I saw my face reflected in Gwanmuyeol’s eyes.

‘… Oh, right. I’m fifteen now, right?’

It seemed absurd for a young boy to be talking about failure or something like that.

But if I panicked or changed my words here, it would get even stranger. I had no choice but to just push through.

“Guan Muin suffers from similar side effects as I do, right? In a way, Guan Muin can be considered my senior. There is a saying that failure is the mother of success, so wouldn’t Guan Muin’s experiences serve as a foundation for me and other disciples who will learn magic with similar side effects?”

“Failure is the mother of success….”

Gwanmuyeol was muttering to himself, perhaps hearing it for the first time.

I kept pushing because he seemed to have lost his mind.

“So, do your best with a sense of mission. The efforts of government officials will brighten the future of their students, and those students will brighten the future of the new religion.”

“…Are you saying that the work I’m in charge of is that important?”

“Yes. And this isn’t just for the juniors.”

“???”

He approached Gwanmuyeol, who had a puzzled expression, and spoke softly into his ear.

“Haven’t the side effects gotten worse recently?”

“… Yes.”

Guan Muyeol’s expression darkened noticeably.

It was only natural, if only because the side effect was an obsession with perfection, and I had been failing every day recently.

He was probably on the verge of turning back now.

“Think about it, Guan Muin. This is a hospital established to treat the side effects of magic. So, if you actively receive treatment here, wouldn’t you be able to treat the side effects and succeed in recovering?”

“!!!”

He drove a wedge into the surprised-looking Kwan Mu-yeol.

“For the sake of the students. And most of all, for the sake of the revival of the government official, please do your best to treat this place.”

“I will do so, Your Majesty.”

A little color returned to Gwanmuyeol’s face, which had been extremely gloomy.

I tapped his shoulder twice as if to show him my trust and he turned his head.

“… … .”

I saw the face of a dumb-looking man with his mouth wide open.

Of course, no matter how I looked at it, it was a puppy. For some reason, a puppy with its tongue sticking out and panting came to mind.

Gwanmuyeol, who had regained some of his motivation, greeted the king with a lottery ticket and entered the main hall.

Only then did Gu Yangmun come to his senses and open his mouth in a tone of admiration.

“Confucius seems to have truly mysterious powers.”

“Mysterious power? What does that mean?”

“Well, if you just talk to Confucius, doesn’t your faith grow stronger and your heart become at peace? It seems like he has an outstanding talent for preaching and teaching.”

“… … .”

To say that you have a talent for pseudo-proselytization is a compliment or an insult?

“And I too was deeply impressed by Confucius’s story.”

This is a story about a man in a military uniform, but why was he so impressed?

While an inexplicable sense of foreboding crept up his skin, Goo Yang-moon added.

“Failure is the mother of success. I will engrave that deep in my heart and never give up, Confucius.”

As expected, the ominous feeling was never wrong.

I sighed and said.

“Please give up.”

“Yes? But Your Majesty, a little while ago… .”

“Just, if I tell you not to do it, then don’t do it.”

“but….”

At the sight of the pitiful and desperate Goyangmun, he sighed again and changed his words a little.

“Now is not the time. There is a saying, “A gentleman’s revenge is not too late even if it takes ten years” (君子報仇 十年不晩), and there is also an old saying, “A man who repays his debts will not be late even if it takes ten years” (君子報仇 十年不晩). Not giving up does not mean that you should just attack right away.”

“ah!!”

As Guyangmun’s eyes lit up as if he had gained enlightenment, I slightly turned my head away to avoid those bright eyes.

‘Yeah, I’m sure things will work out in about ten years.’

Whether this guy likes another woman or Jin Ha-yeon marries another guy, something will happen.

Things that happened ten years later. It wasn’t my business.

* * *

At the time when Ilmok was giving a sermon to Gwanmuyeol and Guyangmun, they were receiving great enlightenment.

Jin Ha-yeon, who was in the middle of a consultation with the magician, suddenly started shivering.

The magician asked in a questioning tone at that sight.

“Is there anything uncomfortable?”

“I suddenly got chills. I think it might be the influence of the Soo-Ma-Gong.”

“Well, since your level has risen rapidly recently, your body may not have adjusted yet. Just in case, if you continue to feel chills, come see me. I’ll make you some medicine.”

“Can I possibly bother your busy Ma-ui?”

Ma-ui burst into laughter at Jin Ha-yeon’s unique answer, which was completely devoid of emotion but polite.

“Hehehe. There are still not many patients in this Jeongsimwon, so there is time left. Also, you are now my patient. The consultation is not over yet, so let’s talk about it when you come to ‘Buwonju’ in the future.”

It was a magic trick to emphasize that Ilmok was not called ‘the eight princes’ but ‘the five princes of Buwonju’.

The booklet that Ilmok had prepared a little while ago. And due to the conversation they had afterwards, Ma-ui came to acknowledge the young Ilmok as the vice-principal.

And through consulting with Jin Ha-yeon following Ilmok, Ma-ui was able to realize one important fact.

‘Counseling isn’t something that can be done in one or two sessions.’

I couldn’t hear Jin Ha-yeon’s full inner thoughts with just one conversation today.

At least I spoke in more detail than when I spoke to Ilmok.

Like the feelings of jealousy I felt towards Guyangmun during my time at the Magic Academy, or the reason I chose Soo Soo Magic.

However, I felt like that wasn’t enough. However, if I forcefully dragged the conversation out, I could feel that the other person was trying to hide it, so I drew a line and stopped.

However, I didn’t feel uncomfortable or annoyed by the fact that work was piling up.

‘I thought only physical illness was complicated, but I didn’t know mental illness could be this mysterious.’

Oddly enough, it was the magic that made him even more motivated.

Since that day, Ma-ui often had consultations with Ilmok and Jin Ha-yeon.

This was possible because Ilmok came every day as the temporary vice-chairman of Jeongsimwon.

In addition, Ichimoku kept his promise with Ma-ui.

“Ahem. Thank you for your consideration.”

“Make yourself comfortable. For now, isn’t this a patient-clinic relationship?”

In the end, Cheonma was sent to Jeongsimwon as a mental patient.

“Wife, that is an outrageous statement. Wife, hasn’t the Heavenly Demon already overcome all the side effects? Huh, I am not a patient, I am just telling you my experience.”

Even if he was the best member of the Demonic Cult, he could not help but feel helpless in front of Cheonma.

In addition, Ilmok sent Cheonma’s disciples to Jeongsimwon one by one.

Grand Duke Wi Jin-hak, who has now entered the world of magic, but who suffered from intermittent explosive disorder until recently. Seo Wan-pyeong, who suffers from delusions of persecution. And Jong-ri-chu, who suffers from schizophrenia.

How long did their consultation last?

“I think this will be enough.”

The consultation between Cheonma and the Grand Duke ended without continuing for a few times.

It was only natural, since those two had already escaped the side effects of magic.

Unlike others who discussed the ’emotions’ they were feeling in the moment, Cheonma and the Grand Duke were only discussing the ‘memories’ of the past.

In addition to that.

‘This isn’t something I can use much.’

Ma-ui, like a seasoned lawmaker, intuitively felt that the two cases were of little use.

‘Your Majesty, you are too great to be of any help.’

I had been feeling this way for a while, but I was able to realize it clearly through this consultation.

The current Cheonma was truly a superhuman sent from heaven for the new religion.

A person who devoted his life only to martial arts and the new religion.

In his youth, he devoted all his time to magic, and with his genius-like intelligence and wondrous mental power, he was a superhuman who could overcome the side effects of all magic.

After overcoming the side effects of the most terrifying magic, the Heavenly Demon Art, he has been working solely for the religion as a Heavenly Demon.

Because of this, he never married and had no descendants, and he took in his first disciple after he was over seventy.

As a believer, he was a perfect example that set a good example for others.

From the patient’s perspective, it was a case so perfect that it could not be applied to others.

And in the case of Grand Duke Wei Jin-hak.

‘Except for the conversation with the vice-principal at the end, this is a case that should be used as a murder-for-hire plan rather than a treatment.’

In fact, this was something that Ma Yi had known even before the consultation.

Before entering the world of magic through dialogue with Ilmok, how did Wei Jin-hak overcome the side effects of magic?

Whenever his anger rose, he would go to the Central Plains and slaughter corrupt officials and martial artists there.

And the way it was done was, if a thousand people tried, nine hundred and ninety-nine would go to the afterlife.