The Ignored Granddaughter of a Murim Family - Chapter 83

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Chapter 83
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At that moment, something rolled to my feet.
‘…A coin?’
Iron coins were the currency used in this place.
‘Why would that be here?’
The boy who had bowed his head opened his palm.
“You coward, what did you just do!”
A red mark had formed in a perfect circle. Could it really be just my imagination that it matched the size of an iron coin exactly? I pressed the coin gently under my foot and shouted.
“You screamed and collapsed all on your own—what are you going on about?”
“What? Something definitely hit my hand!”
The indignant boy turned to his gang and asked.
“She didn’t throw anything, right? She threw it, didn’t she?”
The other boys in his group exchanged glances and whispered among themselves.
“I, I didn’t see anything. Did you see it?”
“No, I didn’t see it either.”
“Then what is this!”
Just as the boy was shouting like a hooligan, someone cried out from among the onlookers gathered to watch.
“That’s enough! Bullying someone younger than you—what’s the point!”
“Yeah! Cut it out!”
“Those damn brats cause a scene every single day!”
After that, voices rose in unison.
“H-hey, brother.”
The smallest child in the group, frightened by the mounting pressure, grabbed the boy’s sleeve. The boy’s pupils wavered with anxiety. Then another boy from behind shouted.
“Shut up! I clearly saw something flying! Whether it was that girl or someone else who threw it, I don’t care! Who was it! Come out right now! I swear by Jang Ga-jang’s name, I won’t let this slide!”
And I felt a familiar word register.
‘Jang Ga-jang?’
A figure flashed through my mind in that instant.
‘No way. But whenever I think “surely not,” it always turns out to be true….’
As the boy glared and scanned his surroundings menacingly, the people who had been throwing comments fell silent. Instead, they whispered in lowered voices.
“That kid is apparently a son of Jang Ga-jang itself….”
“Jang Ga-jang is still an influential figure in the area, so it’s troublesome if you get on his bad side.”
“Jang Ga-jang’s son is famous for having a terrible temperament.”
Though they grumbled with displeasure, those who had been openly mocking him disappeared. And the more I heard the whispers, the more certain I became that the person I’d thought of was indeed correct. Jang Ga-jang’s son called to the taller boy.
“Brother, come here for a second….”
I used that moment to observe Yalyu. Compared to when his eyes had briefly flashed with something, he seemed to have calmed down. Yet beneath that composed expression, his gaze was as threatening as if he were about to tear out someone’s throat. I patted the back of his clenched fist.
Then the boy who had been struck by the coin stepped forward again. The largest one appeared to be the leader of the gang.
“You—what family are you from? What’s your name?”
“Why are you suddenly asking that?”
“Answer when someone asks you a question!”
I furrowed my brow, unable to comprehend the situation, until I caught the gaze of Jang Cheol’s group and understood.
‘It’s because of my clothes.’
Yalyu’s attire wasn’t poor—the fabric itself was fine, but lacking in ornamentation, it was merely the dress of a young gentleman from a respectable household. In comparison, my outfit was quite elaborate. It wasn’t to my taste, either… it was a gift brimming with So Bu-in’s sincerity.
I hadn’t worn it at the Residence Quarter because it was far too ornate. An overcoat laden with white fur trim, no less. Who in their right mind would dress a child in white?
Still, leaving a gift unworn seemed disrespectful, so I’d put it on for this outing. It appeared Jang Cheol’s group had recognized my attire.
Seeing me lost in thought, the gang each offered their own commentary.
“Why are you hesitating like that?”
“Why so quiet? Did Cheol get something wrong?”
“Truth be told, nothing worth noting… just some commoner…”
I seized Yalyu’s arm as he tried to lunge forward again and spoke.
“Baek Li-yeon of the Baek Li Family.”
Startled voices erupted immediately.
“The Baek Li Family?”
“Baek Li Pae-hyuk, one of the Top Eleven Masters of the World…?”
“Wait, why is the Baek Li Family here?”
I could hear the young masters whispering nervously among themselves.
“My father’s name is written with the character for ‘righteousness’ and the character for ‘strength.'”
I brushed off my skirt and glared at the child who had spoken so carelessly.
“Who called me a commoner?”
“…”
They fell silent as if their lips had been sealed shut.
I hid my slightly trembling hands. This was the first time I’d ever invoked my father’s standing. Before the regression, merely hearing someone mention my father’s name made it impossible to breathe.
So unless absolutely necessary, I never spoke my father’s name first. Yet everyone knew who I was anyway, and I had never introduced myself by name except in formal settings.
Then I felt a warm heat envelop my trembling hand. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
“B-brother.”
At one of the gang members’ murmur, the larger boy spoke with an awkward voice.
“Y-you’re a young lady of the Baek Li Family?”
His tone had suddenly become respectful. The swift change in demeanor left me feeling deflated. The boy bowed with cupped fists in greeting.
“I am Cheon Wi-eung of Cheon Bo Moon.”
Cheon Bo Moon. I’d heard of it before. Not from my original knowledge, but it had come up in casual conversation with Seo Ha-ryeong.
‘I heard it was a fairly large white-path sect in the vicinity…’
Starting with Cheon Wi-eung, they each hurriedly introduced themselves one by one. The family of the boy who’d called me a commoner was one I’d never heard of. Finally…
“Jang Cheol of Jang Ga-jang.”
Jang Cheol. So it was indeed him. The minor antagonist who had pestered Namgung Ryu-cheong throughout the novel.
‘Wow, to meet him here like this.’
Though just a child, his face already bore the marks of mischief. Cheon Wi-eung made an apology without bothering to hide his discomfort.
“I-I apologize for not recognizing you and causing such a commotion.”
He was mimicking an adult’s manner of speech, thinking himself grown.
‘When Namgung Ryu-cheong did that, it was endearing, but why does it feel so cringey and unsettling when this guy does it?’
Indeed, the same speech pattern felt entirely different depending on one’s appearance. Cheon Wi-eung looked eager to escape this situation.
“W-well, then we should probably get going….”
That was when Jang Cheol, who had been lost in thought by himself, suddenly interjected.
“Brother, don’t be scared.”
“Cheol, why are you suddenly like that?”
Cheon Wi-eung was too busy reading my expression.
“I just remembered something.”
“What?”
Jang Cheol’s face was full of mockery.
“I heard that the Great Hero Baek Li has a daughter who became a cripple with no inner energy. That’s her.”
I realized then. This brat wasn’t just a problem as a minor villain—he was simply rotten to the core from childhood.
“What? A cripple with no inner energy? What are you talking about?”
“Exactly what I said. I heard it from Dad! The Great Hero Baek Li suddenly brought some girl as his daughter, and she even fell into demonic cultivation and became a cripple with no inner energy. A half-cripple, he said!”
His grinning face was clearly delighted.
“No inner energy… a cripple?”
In an instant, the gazes fixed upon me shifted—pity, contempt, disdain. It was a feeling I knew all too well. If not for the searing grip of a warm hand squeezing mine so tightly it hurt, I would have doubted whether I had truly returned.
I shook my head and let out a hollow laugh.
“See, this is the problem. Martial World people don’t treat you as human if you don’t have inner energy.”
Cheon Wi-eung, who had shifted his stance once more, glared at me.
“How dare you act superior when you’re just a cripple with no inner energy….”
I cut off Cheon Wi-eung’s words curtly.
“You all asked me questions, so I told you my name and my family. Now you call that acting superior?”
Cheon Wi-eung seemed momentarily at a loss for words. I continued.
“And if I’m really a cripple with no inner energy like you say, then aren’t you just bullying an ordinary person who can’t even learn martial arts? I’m not sure where Jang Ga-jang is, but was it the dark path instead of the righteous path?”
In truth, I wasn’t exactly an ordinary person anymore since I had received the Baek Li name, but these children wouldn’t have the logic to argue that point. Sure enough, Cheon Wi-eung just opened and closed his mouth, unsure what to say.
Jang Cheol stamped his foot and shouted.
“Tsk…! How dare you insult our family when you’re just some lowborn who crawled out from who knows where?”
The words were so crude that I didn’t even feel angry—instead, a laugh burst out.
“Well. Your father’s words are so vulgar that I wonder if he’s the lowborn one, not you?”
“W-what did you say!”
“I could tell from when you cut in line. If the father is like that, the son is bound to be the same.”
Jang Cheol’s expression became dazed.

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