The Ignored Granddaughter of a Murim Family - Chapter 350

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Special Side Story: Chapter 20
“I… thank you, but this is truly too much money.”
“Don’t worry. The Family Head said he would let me spend as I wish going forward.”
This meant that the Young Master’s expenditure ledger would now go directly to the Family Head instead of the Lady of the Lodge.
“I wish I could summon the family physician for you, but… please accept this instead.”
As a scion of the Baek Li Family, he could command the family physician. Yet whether the physician would examine a servant with genuine care depended entirely on the physician’s own heart.
“Even so, this is… far too much…”
“It’s fine. Spend freely. It’s not mine anyway.”
…
Eon-du sensed a subtle meaning in those words—as though drawing a line between family wealth and his own possession.
Eon-du carefully looked up at Baek Li-ui-gang.
Baek Li-ui-gang gazed obliquely into empty space, his expression unfamiliar—a mockery bordering on resignation.
‘What on earth did they discuss…?’
In any case, with that money, Eon-du was able to summon an outside physician to examine his mother. She endured for about another year before succumbing to winter’s cold. Half a year later, the Young Master’s mother also passed, and he left the family immediately after his coming-of-age ceremony. Eon-du followed him.
Of course, the Young Master had not initially intended to take him. But after serving him for years, Eon-du had long known of his preparations to leave the family. When the Young Master tried to slip away, Eon-du blocked his path and cried out.
“Young Master! Think about it logically. What would become of me if I remained in the Baek Li Family without you? If you have any compassion, please take me with you!”
How could the Young Master possibly leave me behind after I said such things?
I could never let him go alone. I could not rest easy.
Though the Young Master’s martial prowess was exceptional, he was like a delicate flower raised only within the Baek Li Family walls. The soil was barren, certainly, but… a flower remains a flower. True to form, when the Young Master first ventured into the world, he encountered numerous trials and much hardship.
I’ll skip over the sword-fighting aspects, as that’s not my area of expertise…
“Young Master, you tried to give money again? You said you were helping, not giving? Nonsense… so what scam happened this time? Good heavens! What? You weren’t scammed? How is that possible? Someone helped you? Just a passerby? Well, that’s fortunate, but… really! How can I leave your side for even a moment!”
When Baek Li-ui-gang returned having been swindled, Eon-du raged on his behalf, yet the Young Master showed little concern or merely offered a faint smile.
Being cheated at inns or restaurants and paying two to ten times the price was decided not to count as fraud.
Thus the Young Master truly… spent money like water. So much so that I feared the Baek Li Family might come searching for him.
The severity reached such extremes that Eon-du briefly wondered if the Young Master’s actions were actually malicious—an attempt to bankrupt the family. Had his martial skills not been exceptional, he would have been no better than a wastrel.
And beneath it all, I could sense an emotion: that even if the money was lost to fraud, it was merely family wealth, so it mattered not.
But how could I dare point this out?
It was not incomprehensible. All I could do was prevent him from being swindled or cheated as much as possible, and rage on his behalf when it happened. And there was one other person who noticed this.
If I could turn back time, I would have sworn to prevent the Young Master from becoming entangled with that woman by any means necessary.
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It was less than a year after the Young Master entered the world.
The Young Master, traveling with disciples of the Huashan Sect he had met, attempted to capture a Murim Criminal with a bounty on his head.
But that villain hid so well that neither the Huashan disciples nor the Young Master could find his hideout or trace. Then help arrived for them.
“A visitor has come?”
“Yes. She knows the locations of the safe houses he’s prepared. Haven’t there been suspicious connections all along? Perhaps…”
Eon-du let the conversation pass through one ear, following Baek Li-ui-gang. Just as he crossed the inn’s threshold, he barely avoided colliding with the Young Master, who had stopped abruptly.
Myeong-jin of Huashan asked as if wondering what was wrong.
“Ui-gang?”
“The visitor… could it be that young lady?”
“Yes, that’s right. Do you know her?”
“…I suppose you could say we’re acquainted. She helped me out once, a long time ago.”
Myeong-jin’s eyes gleamed with intrigue as she observed the Young Lady and Baek Li-ui-gang across the table. Eon-du, too, watched them with keen interest.
‘The Young Master and a woman…!’
But Baek Li-ui-gang seemed disinclined to elaborate, falling silent.
The Young Lady, however, spoke up to satisfy Myeong-jin’s curiosity.
“I once helped this gentleman avoid being swindled.”
“Swindled? Haha. So you share such a bond. Ui-gang does have an amusing way of making connections.”
‘Ah, so that’s the woman he mentioned.’
Eon-du followed behind Baek Li-ui-gang, quietly observing the Young Lady.
In this harsh world, when someone fell victim to a swindle—especially if they appeared to be a wealthy young master from an affluent household and were clearly an outsider—the local people would band together not to help, but to exploit them further.
The fact that a stranger had helped without expecting anything in return made Eon-du certain she must be a woman. Yet when he heard she had helped and then vanished without even leaving her name, he wondered if perhaps her eyesight was poor.
But the woman before him now possessed eyes of deep, dark black that appeared perfectly sound, and moreover… her appearance was quite remarkable. She was not the sort of beauty that made one’s eyes widen at first glance. That distinction belonged to his own Young Master. Rather, she was a Young Lady who exuded quiet elegance with subtle allure. In a way, her presence bore a striking resemblance to his Young Master’s.
‘Hmph. Yet she dares to regard our Young Master with such indifference? She must be a peculiar woman indeed.’
Strange as she was, her abilities were astonishingly exceptional. I may know little of martial arts, but I well understood that a woman who traveled the treacherous Jianghu alone must possess formidable skill.
The Young Lady, sharp with information and keen in judgment, had naturally been accepted into their group, and together they had pursued the Murim Criminal with perfect accord, even succeeding in capturing him alive.
Just as everyone rejoiced, a sudden summons came from Huashan Sect. Myeong-jin and the other Huashan disciples chose to return immediately at the signal flare, leaving only Baek Li-ui-gang and the Young Lady behind.
“Do you have any idea what this might mean?”
“I haven’t the faintest.”
At the Young Lady’s question, Baek Li-ui-gang shook his head, his gaze fixed on the empty sky where the Huashan signal flare had burst. His expressionless face appeared composed, yet Eon-du could sense the worry concealed within.
Of course he would be worried. They had successfully captured the Murim Criminal and were bringing him in—there was no reason for such an abrupt summons unless something grave had occurred.
“If you’re concerned, go follow them now. You seem close to Myeong-jin.”
“No. Someone needs to guard him as well.”
“I can manage that.”
“I cannot entrust this task to you alone.”
“Very well.”
As Eon-du listened to their exchange without particular thought, the Young Master suddenly spun toward the Young Lady, drew his sword, and staggered.
Eon-du cried out in alarm.
“Young Master!”
“What… what is this…?”
Baek Li-ui-gang, struggling to steady himself, pulled a long needle-like object from his forearm and let it fall. Then, as if expending his last strength, he planted his sword in the ground and dropped to one knee.
Eon-du gasped in horror, catching Baek Li-ui-gang as he looked toward the Young Lady. A chill ran down his spine.
“….”
The Young Lady’s face was utterly devoid of expression—chillingly so. It was hard to believe this was the same person who had been smiling and conversing moments before.
There was not the slightest trace of guilt, satisfaction, or excitement that an ordinary person might display in such a situation. Even the gleam he had perceived in her eyes had died away, leaving Eon-du feeling as though he faced a ghost.
The Young Lady drew a short-bladed sword and approached them with footsteps so silent they made no sound at all.
Eon-du froze in panic. Even if he tried to flee, a mere servant like himself could not withstand a single move from her.
He cursed himself for leaving the village to witness such drama, thinking he should have simply waited there according to his fate—when the Young Lady passed right by them without stopping.
And then the Murim Criminal, who had been silent in confusion until now, burst into mad laughter.
“Ahahahahaha! Foolish Orthodox Path dogs! I was never meant to end here! So you’ve come to rescue me, have you? Hurry and free me! Let me kill those bastards and flay their—ugh!”
Eon-du remained rigid, unable to turn around. Only after the gurgling sound had ceased and considerable time had passed did he finally look back, meeting the wide-open eyes of a corpse. And naturally, he concluded that his connection with this woman would end as a curse.

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