Chapter 95 – War God Festival (4)
Prestigious name.
Many Murim people praise the greatness of the prestigious family.
Then why is the power of a prestigious family so great?
Simple.
Because they have a history built up.
The Cheonma Shinkyo did not pursue righteousness or cooperation.
As a result, even if their actions are called chivalry by the political faction, they do not insist on it.
That’s how the Cheonma Shinkyo has built its history.
Their upright convictions.
It is expressed with pride in what has been achieved.
Pride.
The master’s words were spoken in a calm tone.
I felt like I was mastering something.
Pride that is close to arrogance.
That was the Heavenly Demon Godship.
That was the reason why the Heavenly Demonic Church enjoyed success despite countless crises.
The reason why the apostle is weak compared to the magic sword, even though it is collectively called “Sama Oedo”.
Something that is present in magic and does not exist in apostle.
Most of them had no pride.
Even more so, there was almost no banner to protect even at the risk of one’s life like a white sword.
Rather, they only laughed at the pursuits of Baekdo, such as righteousness, cooperation, rationality, and mercy, saying that they were only a facade.
Therefore, no matter how much money they had, no matter how strong martial arts they acquired, they could not become prestigious.
Except for a few ‘some’.
“…Understand.”
I silently nodded. The corner of the master’s mouth drew a low line.
“So it’s only natural that I go.”
“Take care of yourself, though. You’re older now.”
The master’s eyebrows twitched strongly in an instant.
“I’m not old enough to hear that.”
“Of course, Master’s jade eyes are good enough for me to say hyung-nim. Don’t you know The older you get, the more careful you become.”
“Noisy.”
“Disciple, I am saying this because I am truly worried.”
“Worry about your body. Don’t you know what the Blood Religion bastards will do?”
“That’s right, isn’t it the late index line?”
“It is forbidden to be careless.”
“I’m just saying this, I’m never careless. Starting with the Jeokryong corps and Ma Yeong-sura corps, they are already waiting nearby.”
The door opened softly, and an employee came in and arranged our dishes. Finally, dessert and tea were served. I don’t like all French food, but the desserts are good.
After all, Europeans make good desserts.
Even all the infamous British food is world-class when it comes to desserts.
“Isn’t President Dok-go-pae going?”
I asked while dipping the dessert with a small fork.
“Instead of the whole body remaining here, I will go.”
“Then no worries.”
“…I won’t leave a part of the Black Pungdan.”
“It’s a political faction area, is it okay?”
“Does not matter. It’s just to prepare for emergencies.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“And, take good care of the sister-in-law.”
When the story of Cheon Ha-yeon came up, I was slightly stabbed, but this is irresistible. I responded with the utmost composure.
“Yes.”
Master, who was staring at me blankly, added one last word.
“Winning, don’t expect it.”
“…Yes.”
I was thinking of doing it even if the master didn’t tell me anyway.
It was a bit of a strange feeling.
It was the first time I had been expected in this way by someone.
***
After a meal that was like a storm.
The master, who briefly met Cheon Ha-yeon and Midsummer, immediately left for Japan.
“He is gone.”
Midsummer muttered blankly, looking at the place where the master had left. Coming was like that, but going was like the wind.
“Let’s go in slowly. We have to fight tomorrow.”
“Cellar.”
There was a hint of regret.
“Why?”
“I just want to play with you. It won’t work.”
“OK. I don’t know, but you can’t.”
“Chit.”
[You don’t know when the Blood Religion guys will do tricks, so be careful during the Goddess Festival.]
Midsummer nodded her head heavily at the casual chat.
[Instead, let’s sleep together.]
[That’s good.]
Anyway, the king-size bed in the room was enough for three people instead of two. The inside of the hotel was crowded with people preparing for the Musin Festival. We passed carefully between them and reached the inside of the room.
“But it is.”
Entering the room, I looked to the side and spoke quietly.
“Why?”
Cheon Ha-yeon naturally returned to her female form and tilted her head.
“Are you going to sleep too?”
Midsummer and Cheon Ha-yeon met eyes for a moment. Midsummer sighed and nodded her head. I don’t know what kind of agreement the two made. Already my doctor seemed unimportant.
“Do whatever you want.”
Eventually, I surrendered first. Chen Ha-yeon raised the corner of her mouth slightly. Although it was a little uncomfortable, I wasn’t the type to sleep much anyway.
“I will wash first.”
“Okay.”
Suddenly, Cheon Ha-yeon, who had packed her belongings, went into her bathroom.
“Do you want to eat this?”
Midsummer took out the welcome dessert from her table and munched.
“Rice crackers. It’s pretty traditional.”
I also took one and put it in my mouth. The sweet taste spread throughout the mouth.
“There are many farming places nearby. They said it was made with rice from Cheorwon.”
“You have to eat to live. More important in this day and age.”
“That’s right. There are many times when food imports are not going well.”
Sitting in front of the table, watching midsummer diligently putting snacks into her cheeks, we chatted quietly.
[Are you okay?]
[Uh? What?]
[Chun Ha-yeon, I thought it was good here.]
[That’s what I said. It’s just that Cheon Ha-yeon feels bad. Because liking is not a sin. It’s nice to see him dying like a sinner every time.]
[Was Cheonsan Godong a Buddhist martial artist? Why are you so merciful?]
[So you hate it?]
I gently stroked Midsummer’s hair.
“No way. This is why I like Mr. Midsummer.”
Midsummer laughed and tapped my stomach once with her head. Anyway, be nice.
***
The sound of light breathing echoed in my ears.
Not in one ear, but in both.
A warm, fuzzy feeling swept over her body.
It feels like being someone’s attachment doll.
No, is it true that he is an attachment doll?
When I lifted my eyelids, I saw two beautiful women hugging me from left and right.
It was a situation that a man would have hoped for even in his dreams, but it was a strangely disturbing feeling. My morality, having lived my whole life as a modern man, whispered.
‘Can I do this?’
Of course, this is not an ordinary modern day.
It will work.
With a powerful self-justification, he carefully raised his body. The feeling of soft skin is incredibly stimulating. Even though they had already done everything, the lower body was going crazy.
It was more of a problem that we had done everything in the first place. I know vividly what it feels like to every nook and cranny of their bodies. It was more of a problem as I imagined it.
‘What a trashy idea.’
For a moment, a feeling of bewilderment came over me. Chun Ha-yeon, who recognized that I had woken up, opened her eyes first, and then stayed awake until midsummer.
“You woke up so early.”
Midsummer rubbed her eyes and looked out of her window. It was still dark outside.
“I’m going to have some luck. Sleep more.”
“Okay, I’ll sleep another hour.”
Contrary to Midsummer, who pulled up the blanket, Chen Ha-yeon corrected her posture.
“Do you want to join us?”
Cheon Ha-yeon patted her head and came to my side.
What I do is, of course, I am talking about ‘lucky breakfast’.
As he reached his peak, he needed more mental training than physical training. The subtle oriental mysteries caused a phenomenon in which the overall ability level increased even if you sat down and had breakfast. Certainly, as we reached the peak, something changed.
If he reached the Hwagyeong and achieved the Phantasmal Metamorphosis, he could guess what would happen. All of the stats that were imbalanced will change to match the scenery.
Since I even had Hwamajeong, I was not sure how accurate it was.
“Whoa…”
After circulating the true qi to the veins of the whole body, he took a deep breath while capturing it again. My body, which had just woken up, felt light at once. Cheon Ha-yeon was still sitting cross-legged and having a fortune-telling breakfast. It was always mysterious to see her bright blonde hair fluttering with her true energy.
Taking my eyes off Chun Ha-yeon, I went to Han Ye-reum, who was still lying down, and carefully brushed her forehead.
“Ugh…”
Even after becoming an unmanned person, he still sleeps a lot in the morning.
“Wake up.”
“…Kiss.”
After sneaking a glance at Cheon Ha-yeon, he lightly kissed Midsummer’s lips. Only then did Midsummer wake up with a satisfied expression. The morning of Musinje has finally dawned.
***
Saemaul Guild Yang Chun-sik.
I looked it up one more time before I went to bed. There is no doubt about it. At one point, she was involved in something illegal, but it seems that she washed her hands completely five years ago. So, it would have been possible to participate in the Musin Festival.
“Cadet Kim Mu-gong of Jungwon Military Academy, Yang Chun-sik of the Saemaul Guild. Please come up to the non-stage number 3.”
I cut through the crowds and along the long road I stood on the empty stage. The morning sun was quite warm. I could see Midsummer and Cheon Ha-yeon from afar. I waved my hand lightly.
“Your brother has plenty of room. After all, aristocrats are better.”
Even compared to the Hwangbo brothers, the giant who is not lacking said as he came up to the stage. The ax that was bigger than his head was very impressive.
“I am not particularly noble. I was lucky.”
“I heard that he is a scholar of the Protestant religion.”
“Isn’t Korea a class society?”
“Tsk, talk without meaning.”
“Right. After all, an unmanned person speaks of nothingness.”
I shrugged. Yang Chun-shik’s expression relaxed a little.
“That is correct. Introduce yourself again.”
Thud-
Yang Chun-sik lowered his huge ax to the ground and opened his mouth. A domineering spirit enveloped Yang Chun-sik’s entire body.
“This is Yang Chun-sik, who inherited the progress of King Dae-ryeok-bu.”
Daereokbuwang, in other words, was Nokrimwang.
This is something that has never been found on the internet.
I was suddenly intrigued.
Green wood.
It was one of the few among the group of apostles who were no different from arch-rivals, a group no less prestigious than the political faction.
Belonging to a very small number of ‘some’.
It is said that the tax has decreased now, but the root was not going anywhere.
“I am the Heavenly Demon God, Mu-gong Kim.”
I threw off my languid attitude and politely embraced it.
