The Ignored Granddaughter of a Murim Family - Chapter 136

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Chapter 136
No records of the Moshan Sect remained in the Baek Li Family, the Namgung Clan, or the Murim Alliance. It had been erased perfectly.
It was truly flawless. If the Jegal Family Head hadn’t spoken and collapsed, I would have been dismissed as delusional long ago.
‘If he inherited memories, it makes sense that only the Jegal Family Head would know.’
Further investigation would likely prove fruitless. As if reading my thoughts, the Jegal Family Head spoke.
“The Baek Li Family Head went to investigate the Moshan Sect? A waste of effort.”
“Is there anything else you know?”
“No. I searched, but found nothing.”
“You searched?”
“The memories aren’t complete.”
The Jegal Family Head tilted his head, then covered his mouth with the back of his hand and coughed softly.
“I inherit memories. This method worked well at first, but gradually problems arose. There are limits to what a human can bear. The more memories accumulated, the harder they became to accept.”
The Jegal Family Head steadied his breathing with tea before continuing.
“So I was forced to devise another solution. When transmitting memories, I seal away most of it except for the essentials.”
I had no idea such secrets lay hidden within the Jegal Clan, which had simply been recorded as annihilated.
“How did you know I had returned?”
“Your behavior was unusual.”
“….”
Had I really acted so conspicuously? Even so, for someone to take notice of me in such a vast place… Then…
‘Cheon-ma must know too.’
A pained groan escaped my clenched lips. Since Cheon-ma was said to be similar to me, if he possessed memories of regression, he would absolutely know. And even without those memories, he couldn’t possibly be unaware of something the Jegal Family Head had noticed.
A question tumbled out like muttering.
“Then why is Cheon-ma just sitting idle?”
Couldn’t someone like Cheon-ma kill me instantly, as easily as snapping a finger?
The Jegal Family Head spoke with amusement coloring his voice.
“Because while you’re alive, you’re insignificant. But dead, you’d be terribly troublesome.”
This bastard…?
The Jegal Family Head chuckled softly at my frown and continued.
“Even alive, there’s little you can do. You have neither power nor strength.”
“….”
It stung. Since my regression, all I’d accomplished was helping those around me a little.
‘The biggest thing was probably preventing Yalyu from entering Evil Person Valley?’
Everything else was trivial.
‘Helping the Jegal Family Head was more like restoring someone who had no major issues at this point back to their original state…’
In other words, my actions were far too insignificant to alter the course of the world.
The Jegal Family Head continued.
“And you’re rather troublesome to meddle with.”
“Hmm?”
“Your biological father is Baek Li-ui-gang, your grandfather is one of the Top Eleven Masters of the World and the Family Head of the Baek Li Family, Baek Li Pae-hyuk. If you suddenly disappeared or died, wouldn’t they search for answers?”
“….”
“Besides, after what happened with Man Shin-ui, you’ve been staying at the Namgung Clan this whole time anyway.”
“That’s true.”
“It seems you’re not planning an all-out war just yet.”
Still, I felt a sense of relief knowing I had some backing, however modest.
‘At least he’s not trying to kill me outright.’
But in Jegal Family Head’s words about deliberately leaving me alone, I could read the arrogant assumption that he could dispose of me whenever he pleased if he so chose.
Jegal Family Head suddenly spoke.
“Ten years?”
“Hm?”
“The all-out war. It seems like it would have happened around ten years from now.”
“That’s right.”
After answering and pondering for a moment, I spoke.
“What about telling someone else about Cheon-ma and the Demonic Cult?”
“Someone else?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“…Namgung Ryu-cheong.”
Jegal Family Head’s eyes widened slightly. He seemed puzzled.
“Why him?”
“….”
Well, he’s the protagonist of this novel world, and the one destined to stand against Cheon-ma. But I couldn’t very well say that outright.
‘He doesn’t seem to know that I came from another world….’
Should I tell him? That the world I read about was from a novel….
I hesitated for a moment, but soon gave up. He was already somewhat mentally unstable as it was. He’s helping me now, but I couldn’t imagine what his reaction would be if he learned that this was a world from a novel and that his suffering and short lifespan were someone’s creation. Sometimes it’s better not to know the truth.
‘And now I’m not even sure if this is really a novel world anymore.’
Jegal Family Head, who had been watching, pressed further.
“Why Namgung Ryu-cheong specifically?”
I mixed in some truth appropriately.
“Because he’ll be at the forefront when fighting Cheon-ma.”
The Righteous Faction doesn’t lack for strong warriors. In terms of pure martial prowess alone, Namgung Ryu-cheong falls short compared to his grandfather and one of the Top Eleven Masters of the World, Namgung Family Head, his father Namgung Wan, and my grandfather Baek Li Pae-hyuk.
But in the end, it was Namgung Ryu-cheong who would clash with Cheon-ma.
Jegal Family Head nodded.
“Hmm, that makes sense. He’d be a decent enough opponent.”
“And he can be trusted.”
“….”
Jegal Family Head stared at me intently. I spoke more firmly.
“He’ll definitely be helpful.”
Jegal Family Head smiled crookedly.
“I don’t like it.”
What?
“It will help, won’t it?”
“I suppose.”
I understood even less now.
“Then why? Why do you refuse? Wasn’t stopping Cheon-ma your purpose?”
“That wasn’t my purpose—it was my ancestors’ purpose. And I don’t particularly care for my ancestors.”
For just a fleeting moment, his lips twisted and his eyes darkened with something far deeper than mere dislike.
“And Namgung Ryu-cheong doesn’t sit well with me.”
“But you said he wasn’t bad?”
“My mind has changed.”
I stood there, mouth agape in disbelief, then shook my head.
“I see.”
“Oh, giving up so easily?”
“You said you dislike him. There’s nothing I can do about that.”
It was unfortunate, but at least I knew. I was grateful he’d revealed even this much. In my previous life, the Jegal Family Head with such knowledge had simply lived quietly before departing. If he’d intended to aid the Murim Alliance and the Righteous Faction, wouldn’t he have done so long ago?
Just then, the Jegal Family Head turned his head and covered his mouth with the back of his hand, coughing. The sound was deeper than before.
‘Besides, honestly… in ten years, Jeggal Hwa-mu will…’
Once I’m dead, what does it matter if the world crumbles or thrives?
“…Then rest.”
I need to gather my thoughts too.
As I rose with that thought, the Jegal Family Head suddenly seized my sleeve. After stopping his cough, he sipped some tea and spoke.
“You’re leaving a sick person behind? How heartless.”
“What are you talking about? I’m leaving so you can rest.”
As I tried to pull away, another coughing fit erupted. I sighed and shook my head, then helped the Jegal Family Head toward the sleeping quarters.
The moment the Jegal Family Head lay down, a small luminous form suddenly leaped through the nearby window. It was the Jegal Family Head’s white cat. It had vanished from the storage room roof attached to the practice hall during my earlier fight with the formal disciple, but now it had returned.
Upon seeing me, the cat leaped directly from the windowsill onto the Jegal Family Head’s body.
“Ugh.”
The Jegal Family Head groaned under the impact. The creature ate anything indiscriminately—hence the nickname Dwae-ji—and its weight certainly lived up to that name.
“Good girl.”
“…You’re too much.”
I patted the cat’s rear affectionately as I spoke.
“By the way, what’s the cat’s name? Tell me now. It’s inconvenient without one.”
“It doesn’t have one.”
“What?”
“I’ll be leaving first anyway, so what’s the point of giving it a name?”
“What?”
I stopped petting the cat and looked at the Jegal Family Head. He tilted his head slightly, regarding the cat with an indifferent gaze.
“When I die, there will be no one left to call it by name.”
My expression froze. These words… weren’t they what he said before? What is this? What situation is this?
“Why do you look so shocked?”
The Jegal Family Head smiled with his eyes as he spoke.
“Haha, then would you like to name her? She seems quite fond of you. Not the pig.”
“….”
This conversation too was eerily similar. I couldn’t recall the exact words verbatim, but it was close enough to be considered nearly identical.
My first thought was whether this person had changed. After all, this was a world where the unimaginable could occur—like Cheon Gwi-jo masquerading within Yeongjonmun.
But I quickly realized that couldn’t be the case. Even if someone could perfectly mimic Jegal Family Head’s appearance and personality, I possessed the Golden Eyes.
There was no way they could replicate the condition of his severed meridians.
And if this person hadn’t changed….
‘Amnesia? No, that’s not it either.’
For it to be amnesia, Jegal Family Head would have forgotten more—yet he still remembered what my father said about his inner energy’s flaws beneath that night sky, and even the matter concerning Moshan Sect.
‘It seems he’s only forgotten the conversation about this cat.’
How was that possible? Perhaps my prolonged silence prompted Jegal Family Head to call out to me.
“Yeon?”
“….”
Instead of answering, I bit my lip. At that, Jegal Family Head tilted his head slightly and raised himself up to sit on the sleeping quarters. The smile gradually faded from his lips, and his expression became unreadable.
Jegal Family Head exhaled a deep sigh and spoke.
“Ah, have I already been discovered?”

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