A Baby Cat Who Commands the Dog Clan - Chapter 166

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Chapter 166
Je Gal Hyeop swiftly scanned the document, then his lips pressed shut. After a moment of silence, he spoke.
“This is genuine.”
Je Gal Seon’s face brightened with a flash of triumph.
“There! You see! Hong Seol, that you are the Myo Estate Girl is something even the Patriarch of the Je Gal Family has acknowledged….”
“However, it is only half a letter—the first page has been cut away.”
Je Gal Hyeop smiled without mercy, waving the letter lightly.
Je Gal Seon’s lips trembled like paper as her final gambit was exposed.
Nam Goong Ho, the Former Patriarch, repeated in confusion.
“The first page cut away? But that man’s letters have never exceeded a single page.”
Nam Goong Ho had exchanged countless letters with the Je Gal Family Patriarch over the years.
His bewilderment was entirely justified.
Je Gal Hyeop turned elegantly toward Nam Goong Ho and spoke.
“The current Patriarch of the Je Gal Family has recently acquired a dream.”
“What dream?”
Nam Goong Ho’s face contorted as if to say, ‘A dream? At an age when he should be content seeing grandchildren?’
Je Gal Hyeop, reading that expression, added smoothly.
“After all, dreams are something anyone can possess at any time. The fact that the Elder practices breathing exercises without fail each day must be because he aspires toward higher realms.”
“Hmm.”
“In any case, the Patriarch has recently taken to dreaming of becoming a master of prose.”
A master of prose meant someone exceptionally skilled at writing.
The old man who had always insisted that writing should be brief and practical had apparently changed with age.
‘Indeed, as time passes, people’s values do shift.’
Nam Goong Ho finally grasped the situation and nodded slowly.
“So it seems the Patriarch has taken to appending poetic salutations to his letters. Nights when flower petals fall into wine cups are melancholy, or a solitary crane descended upon Wuhan after wandering the world is forlorn….”
Je Gal Hyeop smiled wickedly.
“As a result, his letters these days never fit on a single page. So then, what could have been written on the first page of this letter?”
He lowered his gaze to the letter in his hand.
“Conveniently, the back page reads thus: The successor of the Myo Estate ought to be raised within the Myo Estate…. What do you think?”
Je Gal Hyeop swept his eyes across all those gathered in the Main Hall and opened his mouth.
“Does this not read like a response? For instance….”
He spoke in a hushed tone as if revealing a secret.
“A response to the request to raise Myo Ga Ryung, the successor of the Myo Estate, at the Je Gal Estate grounds.”
The letter dangled beneath his long fingers. Watching it, Je Gal Seon clenched her lips.
“Surely the first page contained, along with the salutation, a statement that the request regarding Myo Ga Ryung had been well received.”
Nam Goong On, the Patriarch of the Nam Goong Family, asked with a face turned utterly cold.
“Where has the first page of the letter gone, Je Gal Lady?”
“That is….”
In that instant, cornered, Je Gal Seon bolted.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
She attempted to slip out of the Nam Goong Estate Main Hall, even resorting to mediocre lightness martial arts.
“Mother!”
The servants and martial artists from the Myo Family Estate who had followed Je Gal Seon rushed after her in confusion.
However, Je Gal Seon was within the Nam Goong Estate Main Hall. No matter how they jumped, they were mere fleas.
“What are you all doing? Seize her!”
“Yes, sir!”
The moment the Nam Goong martial artists responded with vigor and prepared to launch themselves forward.
“Wait just a moment, Grandfather!”
A small hand tugged at Nam Goong Ho’s collar. The culprit was none other than Hong Seol.
“Besides, Je Gal Lady will only end up back at the Myo Family Estate anyway. More importantly, there’s something far more pressing we need to attend to right now.”
“And what might that be?”
Though he posed the question aloud, Nam Goong Ho raised his hand to halt the martial artists’ movements. He trusted this little kitten that much.
How many times had he witnessed her cunning firsthand?
“Something more pressing? What exactly?”
Hong Seol’s large eyes sparkled brilliantly as she spoke.
“Catching the ‘real’ traitor hiding within the Nam Goong Family!”
At those words, every movement in the Main Hall froze.
The only ones unaffected were Je Gal Hyeop, the military commander of the Martial Arts Alliance, and Nam Goong On, the patriarch.
“You little brat, listen here.”
Je Gal Hyeop, dressed in scholarly robes with his arms crossed, smiled broadly at Hong Seol.
“You’ve summoned a newlywed groom who finally received a month-long vacation and was lost in the bliss of his honeymoon, all on your whim.”
“Hehe….”
“Do you know how urgently I rushed here after receiving your message through my Beggar Sect network? And you only gave me a week’s notice.”
Because of this, Je Gal Hyeop had to run directly from Wuhan to Anhui without even riding a horse.
Using the Je Gal Family’s signature lightness technique, Heavenly Qi Divine Movement.
Easy to say, but it must have consumed considerable energy.
Hong Seol felt a twinge of guilt and squirmed slightly.
“B-but you promised, didn’t you?”
“Yes, once you grow a bit more, you’ll work under me for a year handling Martial Arts Alliance affairs. Do you intend to keep that promise?”
At those words, both Nam Goong Ho’s and Nam Goong On’s faces twisted simultaneously. At the same time, a blizzard of cold gazes poured from Bing Yu Hua, but Je Gal Hyeop paid no mind.
Only Hong Seol nervously glanced back and forth between both sides before nodding slightly.
“And today you’re showing me something entertaining too. That was the promise, wasn’t it?”
At those words, Hong Seol nodded vigorously.
“Yes! You won’t regret it.”
With that, Hong Seol turned to face Patriarch Nam Goong On.
Nam Goong On, who had already discussed matters with Hong Seol beforehand, wore a confident smile.
Snap!
The moment he raised his hand, the sound of the Changcheon Division surrounding the Main Hall in layers echoed through the space.
Measures had been taken to prevent unauthorized entry and exit from the Main Hall.
The sound of the Black Heaven Squad, which Nam Goong Yeol had brought from the Branch Family Residence, stirring in confusion could be heard.
But at Nam Goong On’s thunderous declaration—the *real* Patriarch’s command—the hall fell silent at once.
“What… what is this?”
The Elder Judges, who had received no prior warning, blinked in bewilderment.
The elders from the Branch Family Residence in particular kept stealing glances at Nam Goong Yeol, their unease plainly visible.
They had come expecting to witness the main family’s pride being humbled, yet this sudden turn left them reeling as if struck by lightning.
“Brother! What is the meaning of this?”
Nam Goong Yeol cried out, his fierce eyes wide as he glared at Nam Goong On with characteristic intensity.
‘Surely this would make him flinch, at least.’
Yet Nam Goong On didn’t even twitch an eyebrow. Nam Goong Yeol found it unbelievable.
‘Is this truly that frail brother of mine?’
“Why such astonishment?”
Instead, it was Nam Goong Yeol whose spirit was crushed by the icy gleam in Nam Goong On’s gaze, forcing him to look away.
Beads of sweat rose unbidden along his spine, and he couldn’t hide his dismay.
Since when had his brother—never renowned for martial prowess—cultivated such commanding presence?
‘That’s right… it all began the day he won that martial match.’
Gritting his teeth, Nam Goong Yeol mustered his courage and shot another look toward his brother.
There stood Hong Seol, one small hand firmly grasping Nam Goong On’s collar, peeking out to regard Nam Goong Yeol.
That tiny child who, with a single stroke of cunning, had flattened the nose of the Je Gal Lady from the Myo Family Estate.
Now that he thought about it…
His brother’s first victory in the martial arena had indeed come after this child arrived.
Nam Goong Yeol found himself muttering involuntarily.
“…Could it be that little cat?”
No, it had to be coincidence.
There was no way such a tiny child had taught his brother the winning technique of positioning on the Blue Stone floor of the Martial Arts Arena.
‘But according to the intelligence I gathered, that child supposedly possesses Yin-Yang Severed Meridians…’
If so, then she must surely be a prodigy.
Could it truly be this mere handful of a child?
“Wait… surely not!”
At that moment, with Nam Goong On’s permission, Hong Seol stepped forward with bold determination.
“I have something to tell all of you now.”
Dozens of eyes and ears fixed upon that diminutive figure.
For such a small child to gain the floor in the Patriarch’s Residence was extraordinarily rare even in the Nam Goong Family’s long history.
All the more so for an outsider without Nam Goong blood.
What could she possibly say?
Amid an atmosphere of equal parts curiosity and disdain, Hong Seol slowly opened her mouth.

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