A Baby Cat Who Commands the Dog Clan - Chapter 137

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Chapter 137
“You!”
“…Yes?”
Dang Yi Woon turned his dazed eyes toward Nam Goong Baek. Within those pupils still sparkled an unmistakable brilliance.
“….”
Nam Goong Baek found his words catching in his throat as he met that gaze.
What could he possibly say?
‘Should I warn him not to covet my younger sister? But I’ve already told him that before?’
Though what he truly needed to say was something entirely different, Nam Goong Baek failed to recognize it.
There were truths in this world that, no matter how perceptive one might be, could only be understood through personal realization.
In the end, unable to speak, Nam Goong Baek could only bite his own lip in frustration.
After a brief silence.
“Waaaaaaaaah!”
A tremendous roar shook the Estate Grounds of the Sichuan Tang Family.
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“Congratulations, Miss!”
“Best wishes to you, Young Master Dang Yi Woon!”
The Guest Hall seemed ready to burst with the throng of well-wishers.
Warriors of the Sichuan Tang Family clad in green robes and long-bearded elders streamed endlessly in and out.
Each bearing gifts in hand.
“Our Seol Ah is the best!”
In the midst of it all, the delighted Nam Goong Ho suddenly hoisted Hong Seol onto his shoulders.
“Oh my, how embarrassing, Grandfather….”
I’ve already fought in the Martial Arts Arena twice now, you know.
Hong Seol’s face flushed crimson as she pounded Nam Goong Ho’s shoulders with her fists.
Though it must have hurt considerably, Nam Goong Ho merely grinned widely.
“Oof, my, your inner energy has grown quite formidable, our Seol Ah.”
“Oh!”
Hong Seol’s expression turned startled as she realized she’d accidentally channeled her inner power into her strike.
“I’m so sorry, Grandfather! I’m still not accustomed to it yet….”
“Nonsense, hit me more, hit me harder! You’re doing splendidly!”
Nam Goong Ho seemed ready to break into an exuberant dance at any moment.
Bewildered by Nam Goong Ho’s unbridled enthusiasm, Hong Seol glanced around desperately.
“Um, could someone….”
Please stop him?
As Hong Seol turned her head about, she spotted Dang Yi Mu.
He was just entering through the Guest Hall’s doorway.
Upon seeing him, Hong Seol’s face brightened.
Yes, the Snake Grandfather, who never lost his composure, would surely rein in Grandfather Nam Goong Ho.
“Snake Grandfather!”
I waved my small trembling hands before me.
“Yes, Seol Ah!”
Dang Yi Mu entered the Guest Hall leading a group of people.
Each of them held an instrument in their hands. Hong Seol’s eyes widened in surprise.
“W-what is all this?”
Dang Yi Mu’s lips curved upward with satisfaction.
“Listen for yourself.”
Boom, boom, boom.
Following the resonant sound of drums, the melodious notes of the erhu melted the hearts of all who watched.
After the music had been playing for a while.
A scholar in a robe emerged from among the musicians. He recited poetry in a clear, ringing voice in time with the music.
A tiny snowflake blankets all of Sichuan
Even spring’s flower rain cannot compare
How beautiful that name is
How fragrant that name is
The tiny snowflake undoubtedly referred to me.
‘When on earth did he prepare something like this!’
Flustered, I opened my small mouth wide like a baby bird.
“Snake… grandfather…”
Just as my small hand grasped Dang Yi Mu’s collar to stop him.
Dang Yi Mu spoke with evident pride.
“The people of the Dang Family always prepare thoroughly, whether for celebration or revenge.”
That is why we can earn our reputation through poison and assassination techniques, yes.
Using poison or assassination requires meticulous preparation beforehand.
Nam Goong Ho tapped Dang Yi Mu’s shoulder as he spoke as though such celebration was only natural.
“Remarkable. For once, I approve of what you’re doing!”
In that moment, a sharp voice rang out.
“On such a fine day, why is the wine in such poor condition!”
Tian Tong Gai, holding up a bottle of Jinzun Qing, pouted toward Dang Yi Mu.
Normally, Dang Yi Mu would have retorted that a beggar like him should be grateful for even Zhuye Qing, let alone Jinzun Qing.
But today, he was infinitely generous.
“Excellent! You there, bring out all the Baihua Luo from the storehouse!”
It was the moment the Servant rushed away.
A warrior from the Fierce Snake Squad guarding the gate came running and bowed his head. His voice trembled noticeably.
“The Dang Family Master has arrived.”
Ting!
One of the musicians accidentally snapped a string.
Instantly, the atmosphere in the Guest Hall turned cold and rigid.
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“I offer my respects, Elder Judge.”
Dang Yi Mu received the greeting from Dang Won Pyung, the Dang Family Master, with a stiff expression.
“Please, sit here.”
Nam Goong Ho offered him a seat. Those seated around the round table sipped their drinks in silence for a while.
The Musicians, sensing the unusual atmosphere, had already pocketed their payment and slipped away without a trace.
After all, today was the day the Dang Family Master’s only son had lost his position as Young Master.
And at the hands of a tiny girl, no less.
None of the Musicians possessed the audacity to perform music before the Dang Family Master in celebration of that.
In Sichuan, offending the Dang Family Master’s eyes meant one’s bones would be difficult to recover.
Dang Won Pyung, who had been sipping his drink, opened his mouth with a heavy tone.
“Dang Song Baek has just departed for the Martial Arts Alliance’s Thunder Prison. Since the Fierce Snake Squad Leader will personally escort him, there should be no complications.”
At those words, Dang Yi Mu grimaced and muttered lowly.
“The stubborn bastard won’t even open his mouth under my interrogation.”
Over the past four days, I had tortured Dang Song Baek day and night.
It was to uncover the identity and purpose of the Demonic Cult member hiding within the Orthodox Martial World.
And there was one more thing.
I had repeatedly pressed him about the antidote to the Poison of Calamity and his accomplices, but Dang Song Baek never opened his mouth.
“When the tragedy struck the Nam Goong Family Estate, Dang Song Baek was in Sichuan. So there must have been an accomplice who knew the situation in Anhui Province well.”
I had even forced a truth serum I was developing into his mouth, but Dang Song Baek did not yield.
Then yesterday, unable to endure the torture any longer, he suddenly lost consciousness.
From his drooling mouth flowed only one phrase repeatedly.
The Heavenly Demon returns, and ten thousand demons bow in reverence.
When the Heavenly Demon returns, all demons shall prostrate themselves in worship.
As I recalled those words, the atmosphere among the adults seated around the table grew heavy and sank.
That was when it happened.
“Ahhh.”
Dang Won Pyung, who had taken a refreshing sip, suddenly pointed at Hong Seol.
“Actually, I came hoping to have a word with this child.”
At those words, Nam Goong Ho spoke up abruptly.
“Don’t even think of pairing her with Dang Cheon Gang!”
That was a lesson Nam Goong Ho had learned from the martial contest between Hong Seol and Nam Goong Jong Woo.
After the contest, there was a high likelihood that someone would covet Seol Ah, so one had to remain vigilant.
Seeing Nam Goong Ho standing before Hong Seol like a general, Dang Won Pyung scratched his head.
“If the two of them took a liking to each other, I would be pleased, but aren’t they too young for such discussions to take place?”
Ah, so he wasn’t trying to discuss a marriage arrangement?
Only then did Nam Goong Ho, his expression finally relaxing, call out to Hong Seol.
“Seol Ah, come here!”
Hong Seol, who had been sitting at another table with Nam Goong Baek, Dang Yi Woon, and Yang Do Jin, came hurrying over.
Hong Seol wore a somewhat nervous expression.
‘Why is the Dang Family Master calling me? Why?’
Could it be that I beat Dang Cheon Gang a bit too thoroughly?
So it was true—I shouldn’t have deployed the Heavenly Thunder Divine Form at the end.
I regretted it, but regret was useless now.
Dang Cheon Gang was already lying in the Dang Family Estate’s Medical Pharmacy.
Dang Won Pyung spoke to Hong Seol, who bowed respectfully.
“Congratulations on your victory.”
“Th-thank you so much!”
“Thanks to you, Young Master Dang Yi Woon has become the new Young Family Master. We’ll hold a separate ceremony to announce him officially, so today is entirely yours.”
“Yes? Yes!”
“You’ve worked hard. Actually, I came to give you a gift….”
After offering his greeting, Dang Won Pyung suddenly turned to face the crowd.
“There’s the matter of Dang Song Baek, and recently the Ghost Soul Demon invaded the Dang Family Estate’s Bamboo Forest Circular Path, didn’t he? It seemed there were gaps in our security, so I conducted a thorough inspection.”
Dang Won Pyung’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“However, I found strange markings on the bamboo in the Bamboo Forest Circular Path. They looked as though some small animal had scratched them with its teeth….”
No, surely not!
Hong Seol’s face went pale as she swallowed hard.
“Conveniently, those markings appeared only on safe paths without trap mechanisms. So I investigated who made them….”
As he said this, Dang Won Pyung observed Hong Seol’s expression.
Just as expected.
The child who had been so confident on the Martial Arts Arena was trembling like an aspen leaf.
“I-I’m terribly sorry!”
Hong Seol shot to her feet. She knew it was disrespectful before an elder, but her anxiety was unbearable.
She had to confirm immediately that Il Jjik Yi and Yi Jjik Yi were safe.
“If you’ll excuse me, I need to check the Quarters for a moment…!”
“Are you perhaps going to look for these children?”
What Dang Won Pyung pulled from his pocket and showed her were two white mice hanging limply.

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