Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 88



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 88

Forgetting myself (1)

To the old man’s suggestion across from him, the old man answered firmly.

“It’s impossible.”

“…Can you tell why?”

At that voice filled with distrust, the old man tried to hold back a sigh and opened his mouth.

“We have already crossed the river of no return. Didn’t we attempt to assassinate the youngest prince?”

“…Can’t you just hide it?”

This time, the old man, unable to hold back his sighs, finally let out a sigh and spoke.

“Huh. As you said, the youngest prince is an incredibly intelligent talent. Do you think such a talent would be fooled so easily? Even if he is fooled at first, he will inevitably become aware of it as we go along. Can we be sure that he will still be with us then?”

“… … .”

“Rather, if we join hands, the risk of being betrayed at the most important moment will only increase. It is even more dangerous because the youngest prince already has a clear connection to the grand prince.”

The old man across from him, who had nothing to say in rebuttal, seemed to hesitate for a moment before cautiously opening his mouth.

“… If we can’t make them our allies, it would be best to get rid of them quickly.”

“exactly.”

“So, are you ready? Ready to handle it without leaving a trace?”

At the old man’s question, a white light appeared faintly on the other side.

The moonlight reflected off his teeth, which were exposed with a cruel smile.

“I have received a call. I plan to disguise it as an incident that occurs occasionally. Just because I am the youngest prince, there is no law that says I will not be involved in an unfortunate incident, right?”

* * *

A few days later, in the evening, a guard came to the Magic Hall’s main office.

“The Magic Hall’s Baekcheon is here to see the Lord.”

Baekcheon was the one who had been carrying out the punishment given by the governor for the past month.

Yeom Ga-hwi stroked his beard as he looked at Baek-cheon, whose eyes were clearer than at the time of the martial arts show.

“It seems like you’ve realized something.”

“Everything is thanks to the Lord Guan and the Ilmok Guan Do.”

Yeom Ga-hui felt strange.

‘Thanks to the Ilmok Guan Do.’

Yeom Ga-hwi, who did not know that Baekcheon and Ilmok had talked separately, could not understand why the youngest prince’s name suddenly came up here.

Of course, there had been a strange rumor going around in the Magic Hall recently. It was said that Baekcheon would often burst into rage while being punished, or that he would keep smiling.

Because of this, a strange rumor spread that Baekcheon had gone mad from being punished.

However, just like in the past, Yeom Ga-hui was not a man swayed by rumors.

‘I see. Is that so?’

He was a man who made judgments solely based on what he saw and felt, so Yeom Ga-hui understood the situation from his own perspective.

‘You have truly broadened your horizons. To the point where you feel grateful to the Ichimoku Kwando who made you receive such punishment.’

Looking into Baekcheon’s clear eyes filled with belief and conviction, Yeom Ga-hui nodded.

‘As suggested by Ichimoku Kwando, it seems like it was a good idea to keep him alive.’

It was Yan Ga-hui who came to believe that a great and upright cultist had been born. And that too thanks to the youngest Confucius.

“Let us lift the ban.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

When Baekcheon bowed his head again to express his gratitude, Yeom Ga-hui got up, approached Baekcheon, and performed a magic technique.

For a moment, Yeom Ga-hwi’s fingers poked Baek-cheon’s body all over.

“Phew.”

As the powerful energy of Yan Gahui, which had been suppressing his internal energy and dantian, disappeared, Baekcheon closed his eyes and began to control the demonic energy that was about to run wild.

And Baekcheon was able to collect all the magic without difficulty.

This was also thanks to the enlightenment gained during the process of being punished.

When Baekcheon, who had been holding back his magic, opened his eyes, a light began to shine from his already clear eyes.

Looking at Baekcheon like that, Yeom Ga-hui gave some words that were a mixture of warning and advice.

“The reason I released you from your bond now is not because you have sufficiently reflected and looked back on yourself. I only released you temporarily for the expedition that will take place tomorrow.”

The second-year members of the Magic Academy periodically go on expeditions. They join one of the various armed groups or organizations of the Heavenly Demon Sect to directly observe and experience their work.

And as they had just returned from their last expedition and it had been close to a month, they were scheduled to set out on an expedition tomorrow to conduct a new training exercise.

“Keep in mind that if anything unpleasant happens during this expedition, you will be punished even more severely.”

“I will keep that in mind again and again.”

In response to Baekcheon’s answer, Yeom Ga-hui nodded once and issued an order to evacuate the guests.

“If you do, prepare for the expedition tomorrow.”

Baekcheon paid his respects for the last time, then turned around and left Gwanjujeon.

But the place he headed to wasn’t Heukho-gwan.

Unlike his peers who had been organizing what they had learned from the previous expedition for a month, making up for what they had lacked, and preparing for the next expedition, he had been just repeating the three-step bow for a month.

As we were not well prepared, we should prepare for the expedition right away.

Baekcheon thought. There was something much more important than that.

And that important task was one that Baekcheon could not accomplish alone.

The place Baekcheon went to after leaving Gwanjujeon was to seek help from someone.

“One glance, Confucius!”

The place he found was a vacant lot in a remote corner of the Magic Hall.

Jeong-hyeon, startled by Baek-cheon’s sudden shout, lets out his characteristically strange scream, and Il-mok, who was enjoying a nap, turns his head away with a frown on his face.

“Ha. What’s going on?”

It was obvious that he was annoyed, but Baekcheon didn’t care.

“I have come here to ask you something urgently.”

“You mean to me? Something to do with the expedition?”

Ilmok also asked because he knew that Baekcheon’s rider would be leaving tomorrow, but Baekcheon shook his head.

“There are much more important things than that.”

“???”

“I have been thinking a lot about the advice Confucius gave me.”

Ichimoku, who had been looking puzzled, finally let out a faint exclamation of ‘Ah.’

It was because I remembered the advice I had given to Baekcheon last time.

‘Career counseling? But why me?’

Of course, he did give him advice at the time, but he was still a year younger than Baekcheon. If not mentally, then physically.

No matter how much advice I gave him back then, I wondered if it was really necessary to come here again.

However, whether or not he made a face that said it was bothersome, Baekcheon continued speaking with his clear eyes still shining.

“What I truly love to do? What I think is the most valuable thing? After much thought and suffering under the punishment given by the Lord, I finally came to a realization.”

“Oh, that’s right.”

“There was only one thing I truly wanted! That was! Attention!”

“… .”

“I enjoy attention more than anything else in the world! I’ve realized that the way someone looks at me makes me feel alive and breathing!”

Looking at Baekcheon’s eyes shining with a confident tone, Ilmok was convinced.

‘He’s crazy.’

Ilmok said, realizing that they were not meant to be together.

“Congratulations. You’ve found your true self. Isn’t that enough? You can go now.”

I wanted to end the conversation quickly, but that didn’t work with Baekcheon.

“Didn’t Confucius say so? Set a great goal. So I set my own goal. I will become the most famous man in the world. A man everyone is interested in!”

“…crazy.”

Baekcheon, who had been shouting with shining eyes as if giving a speech, tilted his head at Ichimoku’s monologue that came out without him knowing.

“What did you say?”

“Ahem. Oh, it’s nothing. Anyway, since you’ve set your mind to something big, isn’t it okay? Cheer up.”

I clenched my fists and cheered him on, telling him to get out quickly, but the crazy guy had no intention of leaving.

“However, I have come to see Confucius because I have a problem that I have not been able to solve even after making up my mind and thinking about it for over two weeks.”

Ilmok sighed at the sight of the crazy man continuing to say only what he wanted to say.

I wanted to beat him up and drive him out, but I couldn’t.

Because I was on the edge last exam, thanks to that damned blue instructor.

“Ha. What’s the problem?”

“I have decided on a grand goal, but I haven’t found a way to achieve it. The first method that comes to mind is to become a Heavenly Horse in the future and be revered by everyone, but that is too far in the future.”

Jeong-Hyeon, who was listening from behind, was surprised by the boldness of the man who declared that he would become Cheonma, but Il-Mok remained calm.

It was a loss for him to care about what the crazy guy was talking about. Besides, it was Ichimoku himself who had encouraged him to have such a grand idea.

“That’s why I came to see Confucius. I thought that if he was so wise, he might know some good method.”

“So, you want to know how to become famous and get a lot of attention from people?”

“exactly.”

Ichimoku thought as he turned his gaze away to avoid the glare of the clear-eyed madman.

‘I never thought that the most talented person in the world would become a seed of interest.’

Let’s just laugh for a moment at the unimaginable development.

‘Huh? Is it a good idea?’

That’s what I thought.

‘Isn’t a thief a job that attracts a lot of attention from people?’

It may not be a good thing, but didn’t people flock to the showmanship of dancing with a sword and spitting out some alcohol before cutting off the sinner’s balls?

‘Hmm. No matter what, I don’t think it’s right to recommend a job called a loser to someone who was called a loser…’

Ilmok, who was wondering what kind of job would be similar to that of a thug, soon let out an exclamation of ‘Ah!’ and said.

“Have you ever heard of Bian Lian or Peking Opera?”

The Bian Lian of Tian Opera, which developed in the Sichuan Province and is famous for changing masks. And the Peking Opera, which developed in Beijing. Both of them were similar to performing in front of an audience.

In other words, you could say he was a kind of theater actor.

‘No matter how much I think about it, there is no job better for a person with a keen interest than being a celebrity.’

There is no rule that says that celebrities are necessarily attention seekers, but at least for attention seekers, there is no better job.

“… I’ve heard of it, but are you telling me to try Peking opera or bian lian?”

“That’s right. Didn’t you say that being noticed is the most enjoyable thing in the world? Just imagine Baek Gwan-do performing in front of people. People would be amazed and absorbed in watching Baek Gwan-do.”

Baekcheon, with his eyes half-closed, suddenly began to tremble as his imagination began to run wild at Ilmok’s words.

The sight was so creepy that I almost trembled without realizing it.

However, Baekcheon, who had come out of his imagination, had an unexpectedly negative expression on his face.

“However, how could I, as a member of the new religion, do such a thing? Even if other people’s opinions are not important, isn’t it something that doesn’t help the mission of our new religion?”

“What are you talking about? Haven’t Baek Gwan-do already memorized all of the history and doctrines of the new religion? If so, wouldn’t it be possible to perform a play to the audience to show the great records of the past Heavenly Demons?”

“!!!”

“It means that we can become the vanguard in spreading the word about our Cheonmasin religion and the achievements of past Cheonmas.”

“Plus, I’ll get a ton of attention and fame! This is the perfect job for me!”

Baekcheon’s clear eyes sparkled, and he trembled all over his body as if he was just imagining it and shouting.

“I think it was a good idea to come to see Confucius Ilmok! Thank you very much!”

As Baekcheon, with a moved face, took a step closer to Ilmok to express his gratitude, Ilmok quickly stepped back.

Ichimoku’s gaze was directed towards Baekcheon’s lower abdomen.

‘… It’s not like it’s dirty, is it?’

The constant trembling was causing Ichimoku’s obsession with hygiene to sound the alarm.

“Ahem. Now that you’ve thanked me, you may go ahead.”

Because I feel like I’m going to stink.