The Blue Dragon Clan’s Very Suspicious Little Chick - Chapter 71

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Episode 71

She hadn’t asked because Nan-yeong mattered more to her than Geon-u.
But Nan-yeong was a Beastfolk—a salamander, small-framed and delicate.
Even Geon-u, born as a golden dragon, had nearly lost himself to it in childhood; how could Nan-yeong possibly endure?
No—the fact that she’d collapsed meant she couldn’t.
Yet contrary to Aran’s assumption, Baek Sa-heum shook his head.
“It didn’t transfer. I just came from the Crown Prince’s Palace, and it was definitely there too, in His Highness.”
“So you’re saying they’re separate entities? Just similar to the eye?”
“No. To me, they look identical…….”
Baek Sa-heum was clumsy in many ways, true enough—but one thing was certain: he was the one and only true White Tiger in all this land.
If his perfect Spirit Eyes showed them as the same being, then they were.
Which meant it had somehow scattered, existing in multiple places at once.
She’d never considered such a possibility before…….
While Aran wrestled with this realization, Baek Sa-heum withdrew something from his breast.
She started.
At the young White Tiger’s fingertips, a white blade gleamed under the moonlight.
The Baek Hun Sword.
It had been far too long since she’d seen this Sacred Treasure of White Tiger Palace.
“I was planning to tell you tonight anyway—Father has agreed to it.”
“Is that truly so?”
Aran asked in surprise.
The White Tiger House Patriarch’s permission.
It was the thing she and Baek Sa-heum had worked hardest toward these nine years.
Making the Patriarch trust his young son’s words, and placing the House’s Sacred Treasure in his hands.
Holding the blade, Baek Sa-heum continued with earnest precision.
“I received the title of Sub-Patriarch just before coming to the Imperial Palace. The succession ceremony will be held early in the year, but I can wield the Baek Hun Sword now.”
In a House as scarce of heirs as the White Tiger line, granting the Sub-Patriarch rank at such a young age was exceedingly rare.
At barely fourteen years old, Baek Sa-heum’s appointment was likely unprecedented even in past lives.
“Most malevolent spirits can be subdued with the Baek Hun Sword. Since that thing is clinging to His Highness, there’s been no way to use it—I’ve been troubled over this…….”
Baek Sa-heum swallowed hard, then pressed on.
“It hasn’t fully permeated Nan-yeong yet. There might be a way to separate it now.”
Aran hated with every fiber of her being the thought of having to tell the boy to wield a Sacred Treasure against a malevolent spirit.
Yet this was something only he could do.
“……You’re truly certain you can manage it?”
Baek Sa-heum tucked the blade back into his breast and nodded.
“If it’s deliberately attached itself to Nan-yeong, it’s clearly trying to harm you. It must know this ceremony at the Imperial Palace is the last chance.”
Despite Aran’s anxious gaze, Baek Sa-heum spoke with unwavering resolve.
“I’ve watched it torment His Highness and you for a long time. But I am a White Tiger. Coward or not.”
So it wasn’t just his height that had grown.
Aran felt a swell of pride and squeezed his hand firmly.
He declared with quiet conviction.
“We need to learn what it is. Once we know its true nature, we’ll find a way to remove it from His Highness. This is White Tiger work—a White Tiger must do it.”
Aran could only nod in the end.
Fighting something you don’t understand is nearly impossible.
And no adult could perceive its nature as clearly as Baek Sa-heum could.

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Stepping back into the chamber, she felt an inexplicable chill.
Nan-yeong lay asleep within the cool room, exhaustion etched across her small form.
Hyeon Tae-o asked quietly.
“Shall we wake her?”
It seemed he’d managed to put Nan-yeong to sleep despite her convulsions and moans.
Baek Sa-heum shook his head and silently drew the Baek Hun Sword.
Hyeon Tae-o already knew that Baek Sa-heum was the true White Tiger and that he and Aran were working together to remove the malevolent spirit from Geon-u.
No further explanation seemed necessary.
Indeed, Hyeon Tae-o asked only one thing.
“Can you do it?”
It was eerily identical to the question Aran had asked.
Baek Sa-heum smiled gently.
“I’ve trained every day for this moment. I’ve memorized dozens of incantations, over and over. So now…”
Then he exhaled deeply, like a sigh.
“I can do it. I absolutely can.”
Hyeon Tae-o drew in a long breath. Warmth began to circulate through the room once more.
Hyeon Tae-o rose from his place as if his work were done, taking up position by the door. Then he called to Aran.
“Come over here.”
Aran shook her head.
Even if her Illusory Ability wouldn’t work, she wanted to be there beside Baek Sa-heum, lending him her strength.
In the meantime, Baek Sa-heum withdrew the Talismans of Warding and affixed one to each of the four walls.
These were not ordinary talismans made of Yellow Paper, but drawn on paper of an intense crimson hue.
Befitting something from the White Tiger Palace, the air immediately felt heavier.
Baek Sa-heum then knelt beside Nan-yeong and looked to Aran with a somewhat troubled expression.
Aran tilted her head.
“…Don’t tell me you want me to move?”
Baek Sa-heum couldn’t quite bring himself to nod, but he didn’t deny it either.
Behind them, Hyeon Tae-o let out a soft laugh.
“I told you to come over ages ago.”
Aran, about to jest that even the great Vermillion Bird couldn’t afford such a loss of face, stepped back instead.
“I’m beginning.”
Baek Sa-heum gripped the Baek Hun Sword in both hands as he spoke. The Spirit Eyes of the White Tiger blazed with crystalline brilliance.
Whoooooom—
At once, without a whisper of wind, the lantern’s flame wavered.
The moment Hyeon Tae-o gripped Aran’s hand tightly, a soft incantation began to flow from Baek Sa-heum’s lips.
“Heaven and earth resound; the Primordial Force roots all things.”
Though his voice was no more than a breath, the air thrummed with weight.
The sleeping Nan-yeong’s body began to tremble slightly.
“Through eons of cultivation, I manifest spiritual mastery…”
The White Tiger, usually so small and childlike, suddenly loomed vast in Aran’s eyes.
Cold sweat dripped from Baek Sa-heum’s temples as he bore down in concentration.
“This vessel is not yours—cast out your defilement and be gone.”
The small, youthful voice cut like a blade, absolute and unyielding.
In the sealed chamber, a viscous wind rose. The wavering lamplight now blazed higher, more violently.
As layer upon layer of low incantations accumulated, Nan-yeong’s body convulsed with greater force.
Seized by anxiety, Aran found herself drawn toward Nan-yeong without thinking.
“Nan-yeong…”
Hyeon Tae-o embraced her from behind, binding her in place.
“Trust Baek Sa-heum.”
Aran squeezed her eyes shut against the dread.
The shadows cast by the lamplight writhed grotesquely, like something malevolent.
“Hhhhhh…”
Baek Sa-heum’s eyes snapped open with the gaze of a predator, fixed upon Nan-yeong.
No—not upon Nan-yeong.
Upon the thing dwelling within her.
He raised the Baek Hun Sword high in both hands. Beneath the fallen sleeves, blue veins stood taut across the backs of his hands.
And then, at last—
Bang!
The Baek Hun Sword plunged downward.
“Gasp…!”
Aran startled at the sound.
What the blade had pierced was not Nan-yeong, but her shadow.
The shadow writhed like viscous liquid, squirming.
From the thing that clung like filth to bedclothes came a stench of rotting sewage, suffocating and vile.

It shrieked—a sound between metal scraping metal, the howl of a beast, and a child’s desperate wail.

—Kiiiiieeeeeek!
Aran felt her skin prickle with dread, yet her eyes remained fixed upon the writhing black filth.
“That’s…….”
For so long, she had only heard accounts of evil’s true nature from Sa-heum. Now, at last, she was seeing it with her own eyes.
“Gasp, gasp…….”
Sa-heum, gripping the Baek Hun Sword in both hands, drew breath in ragged, labored gasps.
“Swift as law and order, I command thee.”
The Incantation flowing between his lips grew so faint it seemed ready to fracture at any moment. The hand holding the blade trembled perilously.
He had spent far too much strength tearing it from Nan-yeong by force.
Perhaps that was why.

—Screeeee, hehehehe……! Kehehehehe!

The creature’s grotesque cry warped into a sickening laughter.
The shadow pierced upon the blade’s point writhed like something alive, crawling up the steel of the sword.
The Baek Hun Sword’s pristine white blade was darkening from below, stained black.
The viscous filth clawed at Sa-heum with desperate hunger.
Sa-heum braced himself with every ounce of strength he possessed.
There was no way he could allow what he’d barely seized to slip back into Nan-yeong again.
She could not stand idle any longer.
Aran wrenched free of Tae-o and rushed toward Sa-heum.
With illusion alone, she could not cut it nor burn it away.
But at least, she could make it afraid.
She pressed her hand firmly over Sa-heum’s trembling grip.
To his faltering chant, she willingly lent her voice.
“Swift as law and order, I command thee.”
The moment Aran spoke, the world went dark.
The Azure Dragon Clan’s Suspicious Chirping — Episode 71
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