My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 36
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36.
“We have to go together.”
“Why should I?”
“If they talk about poison or medical stuff, we might not understand. That’s why you need to be there.”
“I exercise my right to refuse.”
“Where do you get off having such a thing?”
***
Seol Mujin constantly thought about whether this was the right thing to do.
He had said he would help Hwangbo Hyeonguk, but he hadn’t expected to go so far as to make Bae Hyeonjin take medicine in the process.
The power struggles of Murim Noble Families were a hundred times more complex than catching criminals as a constable.
As a constable, you just gather evidence, narrow down suspects, catch the culprit, and that’s it.
Over the past two years of being a constable and solving countless cases, it had even started to feel easy.
During that time, Seol Mujin had never created a single unsolved case.
The formula that cases would be solved if he took them on had become established at the Government Office.
But the Hwangbo Family case was too complex, and Government Officials had no jurisdiction over it.
Since it couldn’t be solved by force either, Seol Mujin had stepped into a new world.
The Triplets’ words that Murim was a treacherous sword forest where you had to pierce through serpents’ tongues and foxes’ cunning to fight tigers’ ferocity really hit home.
Seol Mujin thought, ‘I don’t need to solve everything myself.’
It wasn’t his business, and it wasn’t a case he had taken on.
Keeping help as just help was also proper etiquette as a friend.
The resolution was ultimately up to the people of the Hwangbo Family anyway.
More precisely, Hwangbo Hyeonguk and Hwangbo Ryeoseon had to untie the knots bound by their own hands.
As he passed through the numerous training grounds of the Hwangbo Family Estate, someone came staggering toward him from the opposite direction.
It was still broad daylight, but judging by his gait, he seemed drunk.
He wore splendid golden silk clothes with a jade-decorated belt and a sword at his side.
The black shoes The Man wore would easily exceed Jeom Soi’s monthly wages.
There was only one person at the Hwangbo Family Estate who would stagger around in such attire.
‘The Eldest Son. Was his name Hwangbo Cheonak?’
With no one else around, the decreasing distance between the two seemed to creak audibly.
When passing Hwangbo Cheonak, the smell of alcohol made him involuntarily frown.
“Hey!”
Not liking how he was being called, he didn’t stop walking.
“You bastard! Stop right there!”
At that point, Seol Mujin stopped and turned his head.
“How dare this bastard not greet the sect leader when he sees him?”
“I’m not part of the Hwangbo Family, and you’re not the sect leader either.”
If the incoming words are fucking awful, the outgoing words can’t be pleasant either.
“Oho! Look at the way this bastard talks?”
As Hwangbo Cheonak approached, the smell of alcohol grew even stronger.
It was as if he had been dunked in a barrel of alcohol and come out.
Hwangbo Cheonak, who had been looking at Seol Mujin with bleary eyes, pointed his finger.
“Now that I look at you, you must be a servant who came with the physician?”
An index finger swaying before his eyes, small eyes glaring at Seol Mujin.
What is this sense of incongruity?
“How dare a mere servant treat me like this inside the Hwangbo Family Estate? Do you want to die?”
If not for this inexplicable sense of incongruity, he would have ignored it and left.
“You’re the one who seems to find national law amusing.”
“What a joke. Just because you’re wearing official robes, you think you are the law?”
“I may not be the law, but if you treat a Government Official who enforces the law like that, you’ll become a criminal.”
“Kek! Do dogs also receive judgment from the law?”
“What did you say?”
“I’m curious if they receive judgment from the law!”
Hwangbo Cheonak’s attack was sudden.
The speed at which he drew the sword from his waist and swung it toward Seol Mujin’s shoulder was fast.
Seol Mujin narrowly dodged the sword by taking a step back.
“They called you a scoundrel, and it seems that was true.”
As Seol Mujin drew his sword, Hwangbo Cheonak charged at him.
“That’s right, bastard! I’m the scoundrel Eldest Son of the Hwangbo Family!”
After deflecting Hwangbo Cheonak’s sword that swept toward his waist, he spun around and swung his sword aiming for the neck.
He had no intention of going easy just because his opponent was the Eldest Son of the Hwangbo Family.
Clang!
Hwangbo Cheonak, who blocked the sword, staggered back two steps.
Perhaps because he had experienced one life-or-death Real Combat, his use of Martial Power was more natural than before.
“This bastard!”
Hwangbo Cheonak brought his sword down from above.
The sword was both fast and powerful.
Seol Mujin stepped back slightly, let the sword tip flow past his face, then thrust his sword toward Hwangbo Cheonak’s chest.
“Hup!”
Startled, Hwangbo Cheonak hastily retreated.
Swish!
The clothes caught by the sword tore with a faint sound.
“A mere servant! Why are all these bastards, this one and that one, so stubborn! Fuck!”
Hwangbo Cheonak swung his sword like a madman.
Having lost his composure and gone berserk, Hwangbo Cheonak’s sword had no precision whatsoever.
To call it a life-or-death duel, it posed no threat at all.
“Stop!”
The person who dropped down between them with a shout was Hwangbo Seonyong, the Family Head’s younger brother.
Hwangbo Cheonak’s sword, which had been attacking Seol Mujin, stopped right in front of Hwangbo Seonyong’s face.
Hwangbo Seonyong’s face contorted.
“Have you been drinking since broad daylight?”
“In this damn world, how can one live with a clear mind without being drunk?”
Hwangbo Cheonak looked at Seol Mujin and muttered “I could have killed that bastard” before turning away.
Hwangbo Seonyong couldn’t say anything as he watched Hwangbo Cheonak leave.
This kind of commotion wasn’t a daily occurrence, but at least it was fortunate that no one got hurt.
Even without hearing the details, he could guess that it was Hwangbo Cheonak’s mistake.
It always was.
“Cheonak made a mistake, didn’t he?”
He still asked, and Seol Mujin replied, “It was nothing serious.”
“I caught a glimpse, and your martial arts are impressive.”
If they had continued fighting, Hwangbo Cheonak would have been seriously injured.
“It’s just enough to not get beaten by thugs.”
He was curious about Seol Mujin’s martial lineage, but since he had already refused to answer once, he couldn’t ask again.
“In any case, I apologize on his behalf for this incident. A benefactor of the Hwangbo Family shouldn’t have to experience such things.”
“It’s fine. I wasn’t hurt. Well then, I’ll take my leave.”
Watching Seol Mujin walk away, Hwangbo Seonyong muttered, “If only Cheonak was at least that capable.”
***
Returning to his quarters, Seol Mujin told them about his fight with Hwangbo Cheonak.
“What? That damn bastard dared to try to kill hyung?”
“I should go right now and rip that bastard’s head off!”
He barely managed to stop Seol Mantong and Seol Ryeoseon, who looked like they were really about to rush out.
“If I wanted to kill him, I wouldn’t need your help!”
“Huh? That’s unusually confident of you against the Hwangbo Family’s Eldest Son, oppa?”
“I don’t know how skilled Hwangbo Ryeoseon or Hwangbo Hyeonguk are, but Hwangbo Cheonak isn’t that strong.”
Yeon Gok spoke up.
“That’s why he’s called a good-for-nothing. If Hwangbo Cheonak were strong, people would have revered him even if he did opium instead of alcohol. That’s how Murim Noble Families work.”
Seol Mujin tilted his head.
“That’s what I’m curious about. Why does Hwangbo Cheonak go around acting like a good-for-nothing?”
“Maybe he’s just naturally like that.”
“Then what’s Hwangbo Cheonak’s role in this power struggle battleground?”
After a long silence, Seol Changho spoke.
“Maybe he’s the guy waiting under a persimmon tree for persimmons to fall?”
Seol Ryeoseon nodded.
“If he was someone who did something, he would have at least pretended to be an Eldest Son who tries hard despite lacking ability. Not the current good-for-nothing.”
Seol Mujin said.
“Someone who stays one step removed from power struggles while having a high probability of becoming the Family Head.”
Yeon Gok responded to Seol Mujin’s words.
“That’s quite amusing too. In the end, they’re the one who’ll pluck the sweetest fruit.”
Seol Mantong waved his hands dismissively.
“What does that matter? We just need to extract information from Bae Hyeonjin about hyung’s Internal Energy… mmph!”
Seol Ryeoseon hurriedly covered Seol Mantong’s mouth.
“Huh? My Internal Energy?”
“He means we should finish this job quickly and go back to train Internal Energy diligently. Right?”
Everyone nodded at Seol Ryeoseon’s question.
Suspicious.
Yeon Gok stood up.
“I’ll go give Hwangbo Ryeoseon her final Acupuncture Treatment.”
Yeon Gok muttered as he left through the door.
“Is the name Ryeoseon popular? Ryeoseon here, Ryeoseon there. Ryeoseon, Ryeoseon…”
Seol Ryeoseon clenched her fist tightly.
“That bastard, he’s subtly calling my name carelessly, isn’t he?”
Seol Mantong said.
“If it bothers you, change your name.”
“No way! Oppa gave me this name! If anyone’s changing it, it should be that Hwangbo girl!”
Speak of the devil and he appears – Hwangbo Ryeoseon arrived.
Yeon Gok went to treat her, but the patient came here, so who will Yeon Gok treat?
As she scanned the Room, Sang Chiyeon poked her side.
Startled, Hwangbo Ryeoseon bowed her head toward Seol Mujin.
“Thank you for saving my younger brother’s life.”
If someone made a talking wooden doll, it would probably sound like that.
Seol Mujin was about to speak, but Seol Ryeoseon was faster.
“Only saved your brother’s life? This isn’t buying potatoes where you haggle over the price. Is your own life just a bonus?”
Sang Chiyeon poked her side again.
“I’m also grateful that you saved me.”
Seol Ryeoseon said.
“What is this, a cuckoo clock that makes sounds when you press it?”
Sang Chiyeon said.
“Our Young Lady is awkward at dealing with people.”
In their eyes, Sang Chiyeon was no different.
Seol Mujin hurriedly said.
“Please, have a seat here.”
The Table was large and the chairs were spacious enough for two people to sit.
Seol Mujin was about to serve tea, but Seol Ryeoseon stepped forward.
“Why would oppa do such things? I’ll do it.”
“I’ll just do it myself…”
Seol Ryeoseon pressed down on Seol Mujin’s shoulders to make him sit and prepared tea with a clinking sound.
Seol Mujin said to Hwangbo Ryeoseon.
“Doctor Yeon just went to treat Lady Hwangbo, but you came here.”
“If I’m not there, they’ll wait.”
Seol Changho, who had been staring at Hwangbo Ryeoseon, said.
“A young lady with absolutely no social skills.”
Hwangbo Ryeoseon and Sang Chiyeon looked at Seol Changho with expressions of ‘Huh?’
Wasn’t that a rather difficult expression to come from a seven-year-old?
“If you dream of becoming the first female family head among the Hwangbo Family, no, among all the Five Great Families, you need to develop some social skills.”
Hwangbo Ryeoseon’s face, which already looked like a wooden doll, became even more rigid.
“I have no intention of becoming the family head.”
“Being the head of a Murim noble family isn’t a position you can take just because you want it, nor one you can simply refuse because you don’t want it.”
“I would rather die than fight with my siblings over the family head position.”
“Then who would you like to see become the family head?”
“Obviously Hyeonguk.”
They thought she wouldn’t answer, but she easily mentioned Hwangbo Hyeonguk.
Seol Ryeoseon asked while bringing out the tea.
“Why did you come here?”
“Chiyeon said I should at least give my thanks.”
Sang Chiyeon had poked her side, so Seol Mujin received the bow.
Seol Mujin asked.
“Are you certain that the person named Hwang Soyeon fed the Seven Dark Poison to the young lady?”
“Hwang Soyeon…”
Hwangbo Ryeoseon’s bottom started to lift, but Sang Chiyeon hurriedly pressed down on her hand.
“Young Lady. You promised me. You said you absolutely wouldn’t fight until you fully recovered your martial arts.”
“Not even just talking?”
“Would that work out?”
Seol Mujin asked Hwangbo Ryeoseon, whose shoulders had dropped about a span.
“Who is Hwang Soyeon?”
“The second wife’s maid.”
You could tell how much she disliked Bae Hyeonjin by calling her ‘the second wife.’
Usually, out of courtesy, one would call her something like stepmother.
“A maid wouldn’t have done such a thing on her own, so it seems the proper order would be to capture her first and interrogate her.”
That was Seol Mujin’s common sense as a constable.
But Hwangbo Ryeoseon was different.
“It’s easier to cut through a tangled knot in one stroke than to struggle to untie it.”
“New knots will appear.”
“I’ll just cut them as they appear.”
It was unclear whether she was dim-witted or had a resolute personality.
Seol Ryeoseon said.
“If you’re done with your thanks, go back and get treatment. We want to return quickly too.”
Sang Chiyeon asked Seol Ryeoseon.
“You seem to dislike our Young Lady. What’s the reason?”
“What makes you think there needs to be a reason for disliking someone?”
“Because everything has a reason.”
“I don’t like her name.”
“Ryeoseon. It’s a nice name though?”
“Exactly.”
And so the conversation ended.
It seemed like they had simply hurled icicles at each other without any substance or emotion.
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