Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 59



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 59

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Dokgo-pae, who misunderstood Ilmok’s praise as sarcasm, shouted with a red face.

“Eeeeek! Let’s just wait and see!!”

While Ilmok was laughing in vain at that line that was so commonplace, Dokgo-pae turned his back and went back to his room.

Ilmok, who was wondering what to do for a moment, shrugged his shoulders and returned to his room.

‘Well, I guess I’ll just stay quiet for a while even if it means being teased.’

It was a moment where I decided to think that things were going well.

‘My luggage is almost done, and I have some time left until dinner, so I’ll take a bath.’

Even though I was already sweating from practicing light-heartedness, I felt a sense of discomfort all over my body because of the fight with Dokgo and Bimu.

As soon as Il-mok, who had just finished packing up his clothes, opened the door and went out, he saw a woman with a spear on her back.

It was a familiar face.

‘Wasn’t that him just now? He was throwing up.’

He was the last one to arrive at the magic hall, and he was the one who started vomiting right away.

“ha.”

Ichimoku sighed at the thought that even that inferior student was trying to fight him.

I realized that there was no risk of my level increasing by engaging in a duel with the officials, but it was still annoying.

And above all, bathing was the priority right now.

‘Let’s pretend we didn’t see it.’

He tried to ignore the woman in front of him and pass by, but she smiled brightly and spoke to him.

“I saw the martial arts well, Confucius! It was truly an amazing skill!”

“… Everyone is equal in the Magic Hall, so there is no need to use honorifics.”

“Hahaha. Since we are equals, I guess it’s okay to use honorifics? I never imagined that you would be able to defeat the eldest grandson of the Dokgo family so easily.”

“Was it so?”

In order to avoid talking about the rain, Ichimoku started to move quickly, pretending not to answer.

But she persistently pursued Ilmok and teased him without stopping.

How long did it take for me to walk on, trying hard to ignore her words?

Belatedly, Ichimoku realized a strange fact.

Since her first story about Dokgo-pae, she hasn’t even mentioned the word ‘Bi’.

Instead.

“By the way, I heard that Prince Pal’s maid’s name is ‘Jin Ha-yeon.’”

“I heard that she is incredibly beautiful. Is that true?”

“By any chance, do you know what kind of food that concubine named Jin Ha-yeon likes?”

As the conversation went on, the name ‘Jin Ha-yeon’ was mentioned more and more often.

Feeling strangely strange, Ichimoku turned his head and looked at her face, which he had been trying to avoid.

“Your Majesty! After I graduate from the Magic Academy, I plan to go to the Silver Pavilion! So, would you please choose me as your maidservant and Jin Ha-yeon’s junior?”

The eyes of the woman who spoke like that were shining so brightly that there was nothing in the world like them.

And Ilmok had seen that kind of look in his eyes.

‘… Was it when I was in college?’

One of my female classmates from college. She was usually a normal and quiet girl, but once she had a surprising experience.

While having a boring conversation in the studio, the topic of a certain idol group came up.

Her eyes, which had been quietly listening, suddenly rolled and she began to speak passionately like a fanatic.

And the look in the eyes of the woman who was talking about Jin Ha-yeon now was exactly the same as that girl.

Ichimoku realized it instinctively.

‘You’re of the same type as Guyangmun.’

Do people who are talkative and outgoing usually choose women like Jin Ha-yeon as their ideal type?

Ironically, the fact that the man who was in love with Jin Ha-yeon was a woman was not really a consideration.

What should I say?

‘Hmm… Still, this side seems to have a better chance of winning.’

The possibility that Jin Ha-yeon would be interested in homosexuality seemed higher than the possibility that Jin Ha-yeon would fall in love with Guyangmoon.

That was the extent of Ichimoku’s interest.

Because there was something more urgent right now.

After that, I walked for a while, listening to her or not.

Ichimoku spoke to her with a blank expression.

“Hey, could you please go now?”

As he said that, he pointed to the entrance to the bathroom right in front of him.

“Should I take a bath?”

To Ilmok’s words, she answered with eyes that seemed to be filled with madness.

“Don’t worry about me, Your Majesty! What does gender matter to a person who is not a warrior? Besides, after I graduate from the Magic Academy, I will become Your Majesty’s maidservant and take care of your bathing. Why should I be picky?”

“… I feel uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay, Your Majesty! Above all, I have no interest in men whatsoever, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

“… … .”

Ichimoku thought, his head spinning.

‘Miss Jin, it looks like another crazy guy is coming.’

It was at this point that, belatedly, I began to feel sorry for Jin Ha-yeon.

* * *

A few hours ago.

Immediately after Ilmok left Pungamjeon, those who had gathered at Pungamjeon also left one by one.

Finally, Jin Ha-yeon, who was left alone at Pungamjeon and was looking at the scenery there, suddenly let out a faint sigh.

‘You are so incompetent.’

He remembered the several failed escort missions, and he was keenly aware of his own shortcomings.

Just then, a woman entered the Pungamjeon Hall.

Jin Ha-yeon turned her head at the sudden presence, checked the woman’s face, and quickly saluted her.

“Meet the work supervisor.”

The leader of the Silver Pavilion. Tan Bin.

For Jin Ha-yeon, who was in her second year at Eunwigak, he was like heaven to her.

“How was the year you served Prince Pal?”

It was Dam-bin who asked in a dignified, though not overbearing, voice.

And Jin Ha-yeon reported to her superior about what had happened and what she felt.

Although I said ‘what I felt’, I did not report on my ‘feelings’.

“I tried my best with the intention of serving the new religion, but after seeing Confucius, I realized that just making my body suffer is not the best thing to do. I never once thought about the school or the Jeongsimwon. Instead of worrying about such things, I just thought about how to become stronger.”

“The day I first encountered an assassin, I realized that maybe I had been thinking too lightly.”

In an extremely objective manner, he praised the wonderful things Ichimoku had done, or sometimes showed laziness, or discussed his own shortcomings without reservation.

After that, Jin Ha-yeon’s calm story continued for a long time.

“I felt like I was still lacking in serving Confucius, let alone serving the Lord of Ten Thousand Horses.”

To Jin Ha-yeon’s final self-reflection, Dam-bin nodded with an indifferent face.

“Yes. I am glad that you felt your own shortcomings. Humans are supposed to know their shortcomings before they can fill them.”

“We will sell out again and again.”

Dam-bin nodded again at Jin Ha-yeon’s calm but determined answer and said.

“It is the lord’s order. From now on, I, the leader of the group, will be in charge of teaching you, so you must devote yourself to your training with all your heart.”

A ripple appeared in Jin Ha-yeon’s eyes for a moment and quickly disappeared.

‘When Confucius returns in two years, I will never disappoint him.’

She responded with her characteristically emotionless tone, feeling it was a sense of responsibility to fulfill her duties.

“I will follow your orders with all my life.”

* * *

Meanwhile, at that time.

Wedge!

In one of the martial arts studios of Hyukryun Sega, a girl with a red aura was swinging her arms around and flying around.

Crunch!

The red energy hovering at the tip of the fingernail cuts through and pierces the wooden doll, releasing a bloody sound.

And there was a woman and an old man who were secretly watching the girl running around, sweating profusely, from beyond the wall.

It was Lady Cheonghwa, the mother of Hyukryun Seon-ah, and Hyukryun Cheon-gang, the head of the Hyukryun family.

The two watched Hyukryun Seon-ah train with complex expressions of worry, relief, affection, and sadness.

Unlike before, when he had treated Hyukryun Seon-ah with a strict and cold attitude, without giving her even a hint of affection.

The two of them let out a light sigh at the sight of Seon-ah, who had been actively practicing the Blood Tiger Redemption Technique, sitting cross-legged, gasping for breath as if her internal energy had run out.

“There are no visible symptoms of coin possession.”

“Fortunately, it looks like the thing I was worried about won’t happen right away, my lord.”

In fact, the two of them had not been able to sleep properly since last night due to worry.

For nearly a year, Sega’s Geumjeokyeop lived with Cheonma’s youngest disciple.

It was only about an hour a day, but it was a huge concession from Hyukryun Se-ga’s standpoint.

At a time when you should be getting attached to dolls or objects, you ended up getting attached to people.

And the person that Geumjeongokyeop had the greatest affection for left after two years.

If you think about the side effects of bloodletting, it’s a situation that you can’t help but worry about.

However, the child who returned to Sega did not have a seizure.

No. Far from having a seizure, the child who returned to Sega was practicing as hard as he could since early in the morning.

“Phew.”

Hyukryun Cheon-gang thought as he watched his granddaughter, who had just finished eating breakfast, sit up again and start practicing the Blood Tiger Redemption Technique again.

‘I don’t know what kind of magic he did, but I have to admit it.’

The youngest Confucius is truly helpful to his granddaughter.

* * *

Late in the evening after two days of intense training and studying.

Hyukryun Seon-ah, who had cleansed her body and mind with a thorough bath, headed to her room.

The entrance had a strange atmosphere.

The entrance was sealed with a padlock and wire. It had a bleak appearance, as if something dangerous had been sealed there for a long time.

widely.

Hyukryeon Seon-ah used the key in her sleeve to unlock the lock and went into the room.

Then, after closing the door again, he used the chain and wire he had brought with him to lock the door from the inside.

Once inside the room, she walked carefully and headed towards the large wardrobe on one side of the room.

As I moved the clothes and blankets inside the wardrobe, a wooden box hidden in a corner popped out.

Hyukryun Seon-ah took out a new medicine bottle from his sleeve and very carefully opened the box.

That chest was a chest that had been secretly storing the items he had received from Ilmok.

Now, the item that took up the largest portion of the chest was, of course, a stuffed animal that resembled Ichimoku.

Hyukryun Seon-ah took out the stuffed doll, lifted it carefully as if she was performing a sacred ritual, and hugged it carefully.

As if I could never send it anywhere.

Hyukryeoncheonggang, Madame Cheonghwa, and even Ilmok. Everyone was mistaken.

It wasn’t that she overcame the absence of a single eye, she was just wise beyond her years.

Instead of just whining, she tried to find a solution.

And the solution she came up with while still young was simple.

‘The reason my brother had to leave me and go to the Magic Hall is because I am weak.’

That was a very cult-like solution.

‘I have to become stronger. So that I can protect my brother. So that after two years, no one can take my brother away from me.’

Hyukryun Seon-ah’s eyes and hair, who was caressing a stuffed animal that resembled a tree, had become even redder.

* * *

Meanwhile, at that time.

“Ugh.”

After finishing his bath and dinner and returning to his room, Ichimoku suddenly felt a chill and rubbed his arm.

‘Is it really a cold?’

This is the third chill I’ve had today. I’m not feeling well.

‘Whew. I guess I’ll just wear this and sleep soundly.’

He dipped his brush into the ground ink and wrote neatly on a blank, white book.

As if leaving the first footprints in a field of pure white snow where no one has ever stepped.

– Day 1 of admission to a mental institution for the mentally ill.

– As expected, there are only crazy people here.

– From the blue school teacher, to the kid who plays bully, to the idol sasaeng fan.

– Just thinking about how many more crazy people I’m going to meet in the future makes my head hurt.

It was a scene of someone trampling on the pure white snow field with anger and malice.