Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 98



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 98

Service (3)

While making play items such as mahjong tiles, baduk stones, and baduk boards, Cheonma teaches letters to seriously ill patients.

Eunwigakju and Kang Nosa continued the construction together with the elders.

After working like that for half a day, they managed to build five huts.

It was a method close to assembly, and the incredible speed was possible thanks to the strong martial arts skills of the elders.

And as the sky began to turn crimson.

“Okay! Now that you’re done with your workout for today, let’s wash up and eat!”

I was finally able to finish my work and start cleaning up.

But even if it wasn’t construction work, washing twenty elderly people with dementia was no different from hard labor.

Fortunately, some of them had already been washed a long time ago.

While Ilmok and Kang Nosa and Cheonma were washing the old people with dementia, Eunwigakju left the vacant lot to pick fruit or hunt animals to prepare food.

As a silver-clad knight who had to assist Cheonma at any time, he was a truly multi-talented man.

By the time I finished bathing and eating dinner, the sky over Dohwaryeong had turned completely dark.

“Drrrrrr.”

“Cool.”

Even though it was only the middle of the night, some of the elders had already fallen asleep. They seemed refreshed after working hard since early in the morning, eating, and taking a bath.

And some of the elders were enjoying a game using the light from the bonfire that Ilmok had set up.

Baduk and mahjong created by Cheonma and Ilmok.

“How dare this guy deceive me!”

“You were the one who tried to deceive me!”

Of course, there were cases where people with memory lapses would have seizures while enjoying the game.

“Oh my.”

When Cheonma lightly scolded him while sending out his magic energy, he quickly became calm.

And those who were enjoying the game soon fell asleep, perhaps because they were tired.

Immediately after the fallen elders were divided into huts and put to sleep.

“Phew.”

Ilmok dragged his tired body towards the campfire.

Kang No-sa, Eun Wi-gak-ju, and Cheon-ma, who were taking care of the elderly person with dementia along with Ilmok, were also there looking at the fire.

Everyone had similar expressions.

A strange expression of tiredness and satisfaction mixed together.

It was an expression I had seen occasionally.

Because it was the kind of face you often see after volunteer work ends.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Under the command of Cheonma, Ilmok responded by taking the lottery ticket.

“I am sorry to have burdened you with such troublesome tasks.”

Cheonma shook his head.

“That’s ridiculous. I still felt guilty about those I sent to Dohwaryeong. To be honest, I felt like it was hypocrisy trying to ease that guilt by doing something like this today.”

It was a Cheonma with an expression of regret that I had never seen before.

His eyes were focused on the red light from the bonfire, but his mind was looking deeper.

‘…There are only about twenty left.’

Over the decades since he ascended to the throne of Cheonma, the number of elders he sent to Dohwaryeong has far exceeded twenty.

But today, the people they took care of were only about twenty. So what happened to the rest?

It was a problem that didn’t require much thought.

Let’s take a moment to reflect on those we have turned away from because we were busy with our work as a Heavenly Demon or because we had no solution.

The disciple’s voice awakened the spirit of Cheonma.

“Isn’t hypocrisy also a good thing?”

“Hypocrisy is also good….”

“Yes, Master. Most people live like that. They help others not because they are truly good, but because they are intoxicated by the fact that they are helping others, or because they want to be seen as virtuous by others, or just out of a moment of pity. But there is no need to blame them, and there is no reason to blame them. It is better to help others, even if it is hypocritical, than to do nothing.”

It was a common occurrence even in modern times.

There were many who donated and promoted it to reduce taxes or to improve their corporate image.

Some may call them hypocrites, but Ichimoku, who worked as a social welfare worker, thought differently.

At least those who donate out of pretense are more helpful than those who embezzle money without donating.

Cheonma thought about Ilmok’s words for a moment and then answered.

“However, this old man is the Heavenly Maitreya who rules over all of the Demonic Cult. How could he care for his followers with hypocrisy?”

“Yes. In this time of the Heavenly Horse, when everyone must be taken care of, it may be a waste of time to wash and feed them directly like this. However, isn’t there something that is possible in this time of the Heavenly Horse?”

Cheonma, who was momentarily troubled by Ilmok’s words, quickly figured out Ilmok’s intentions.

“… Are you talking about something like Jeongsimwon or Hakdang?”

“Yes, Master.”

The leader didn’t necessarily need to exert force on the scene.

It’s okay to do it once or twice to get a feel for the situation, but if it continues, it’s more like a waste of time.

The real job of leaders, politicians, and politicians was not to show off their showmanship on the field, but to create laws and systems.

Laws and systems that can help the underprivileged more efficiently in the field.

“Then, what should we do to better care for the elders here?”

To Cheonma’s question, Ichimoku’s answer was long.

“First of all, it is impossible for Kang No-sa to take care of twenty elders alone. We need to increase manpower. I understand that there is a military unit that periodically monitors Dohwa-ryeong. From now on, we need to change them from being watchdogs to caregivers.”

Ilmok was recalling memories from when he was Seo Ji-hoon. About the system and care methods of the welfare facility for the elderly with dementia, where he often worked while working in the social welfare department.

“And just like we did today, we need to get the elders together and keep them busy by giving them something to do or something to play with so that they can continue to use their bodies and minds. Leaving dementia patients to just sit still or be left alone only makes their condition worse.”

However, it is not possible to apply all modern methods as they are. Ichimoku drew out modern memories and changed them into methods applicable to this era.

“In addition, we need to keep records while observing patients. In particular, patients with severe dementia symptoms should be divided into mild and moderate, and those with mild symptoms should be cared for with simple play or letter study, while those with mild symptoms should be worked on together like today. In addition, it is important to understand the cycle in which dementia symptoms become weaker or stronger for each patient.”

To return this place, Mangaryeong, to being a true retreat for elders and no longer just Mangaryeong.

Of course, this time too, the obsessive-compulsive disorder helped a lot.

‘Damn, once I start I can’t stop!’

If you don’t do it at all, you won’t know. Once you start, it’s something you can’t stop halfway through.

“And it is also important to constantly remind yourself of your own memories. Aren’t there records of the elders at the headquarters? Based on those records, we should stick paper on the current hut and the house that will be built in the future. We need to create an environment where the elders can read those records and remind themselves every day who they are, where they are, and how they should act.”

It was even a scene that borrowed from the way a man who loses his memory every day lives, as seen in some movies.

It was a long story short, starting with compassion for the elderly with dementia and leading to an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Ichimoku had not noticed that he was constantly spewing out the system.

‘As expected from the youngest.’

‘Wow… I didn’t know the youngest Confucius had this much wisdom.’

‘… Even though he is a disciple chosen by the Heavenly Demon, how could he have such thoughts at such a young age?’

The expressions of Cheonma, Eunwigakju, and Kang Nosa, who were looking at the whole place, were changing from moment to moment.

* * *

From early the next morning, the dementia care volunteer group was busy taking care of the elderly.

Prepare and feed them breakfast, make them do simple tasks to make them use their bodies and minds, and wash and care for them when they go to the bathroom or suddenly revert to being a baby.

Besides that, how much time would I have spent helping others enjoy games like baduk or mahjong?

“It’s time to go back now.”

Cheonma opened his mouth, estimating the approximate time by looking at the sun in the sky.

Cheonma, Eunwigakju, and Ilmok prepared to leave, and Master Kang bowed to them.

“Please take a look, Master of Ten Thousand Horses.”

“… I feel sorry for entrusting the most difficult task to you who is still immature.”

“That is not right. The kindness that Heavenly Demon has bestowed upon me is something that I, Kang Mo, will never be able to repay in my lifetime.”

After finishing his conversation with Cheonma, Master Kang also showed his respect to Ilmok with a lottery ticket.

“Please take a look, Confucius. I will never forget the favor I received from you.”

“Take care of it.”

Ilmok also finished his final greeting by taking a lottery ticket from Kang Nosa.

And the three of them crossed Dohwaryeong and headed to the place where the gate of life of Mimongwanguijin opened.

Since it was a live event that only opened for a certain amount of time at a set time, if I missed this opportunity, I would have to wait a few more days.

Fortunately, the gate opened shortly after they arrived there, and they were able to escape Dohwaryeong.

And when I came out of Dohwaryeong through the living room, I saw dozens of people lined up there.

An Hyo-gyun, the master of the Bagua Chronicle, was there to prepare for any problems with the formation, and the warriors of the Mutedan who originally managed Mang-a-ryeong were with him.

“Master! Youngest one!”

For some reason, Grand Duke Wei Jin-hak was also there.

“Jinhak. What brings you here?”

“I’m sorry, Master. I can’t just sit here and wait for news, so I’ve come out here.”

Wi Jin-hak answered his teacher’s question, let out a sigh of relief and looked at Il-mok.

From the moment he heard the news that Ilmok had gone missing, Wei Jin-hak had wanted to join the investigation.

However, I was forced to stay in my position due to Cheonma’s order to focus on the task at hand.

But he thought it would be okay if he just went out to greet her for a little while, so he ended up going out like this.

“Your Excellency, I apologize for causing you any trouble.”

“Hahaha. It’s okay, I’m fine.”

For a moment, Cheonma looked at the conversation between the first and youngest disciples with a warm expression. Then he spoke to Ilmok.

“Originally, officials of the Magic Hall were prohibited from entering the outside world. Now that we have left Dohwaryeong, Ilmok, please return to the Magic Hall.”

Ilmok quickly took the lottery ticket from his teacher and bowed his head, covering his shit-eating expression.

‘Damn. After all that hard work, can’t you just rest for a day?’

The wind of the day did not blow.

“Just in case, you guys should escort Ilmok and guide him to the Magic Hall.”

Cheonma gave these instructions to the unmanned soldiers of the military unit guarding Dohwaryeong.

Ilmok, who was looking at the approaching drones, let out a faint sigh and handed the bundle of wooden planks he was holding to Cheonma.

“This is a summary of what I told you last night.”

These were wooden planks listing the tasks that those who would enter the care center at Dohwaryeong would have to do in the future.

Ichimoku, who had been struggling with compulsive behavior last night, couldn’t stop there.

‘Fucking perfectionism.’

It was a documented version, written with a sword on a wooden board, to prevent mistakes from occurring during the process of verbal transmission.

‘Fucking soulless sword.’

Even if you use too many wooden boards, it would be difficult to carry them, so they carved the letters one by one in very small and detailed letters.

It wasn’t difficult because my skill level had improved while suffering under Kang No. No, rather, in the process of carving small letters, the sword kept becoming more and more precise, so I thought I was going crazy.

‘Fucking body.’

No matter how much I thought about it, I felt like I had done something wrong. My talent was so outstanding that whenever I did something, I would gain enlightenment and my swordsmanship would improve.

‘It was thanks to that talent that I was able to be chosen as a disciple without being rejected by my master. Damn it. If only those damn Murim Alliance guys hadn’t attacked me in the first place!!’

Come to think of it, the cause of all this was the attack by the crazy Murim Alliance guys.

‘I will definitely get revenge. You dog-like dragon.’

If we look at it from the most fundamental point of view, it was because Cheonma visited the inn, but he had absolutely no intention of taking revenge on Cheonma.

It wasn’t any respect for the teacher.

Because he was a monster that couldn’t even think of avenging himself, let alone confronting anyone.

Originally, human beings’ desire for revenge was directed towards those who were easy to defeat.