The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 90

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Chapter 90. Politics (4)
I had become a god.
A god named [Si-woo], derived from the two characters of my own name.
Even the meaning of the Chinese characters matched perfectly.
‘This is driving me insane.’
I could now hear the voice of the entire world.
An emperor in uniform now felt like nothing in comparison.
And for good reason.
“We bow before the god——.”
From government officials to the Patriot’s Constellations, everyone.
They lowered their heads and attempted to prostrate themselves before me.
⦗We bow before the Sword Master——.⦘
All of my swords in the Sword Realm did the same.
Faced with this abnormal spectacle, I felt the urge to squeeze my eyes shut and escape.
Could there be a more humiliating roleplay than this?
And yet….
‘Huh?’
Only two people were different.
Kang Mu-jin and Seol-ah stared at me with wide eyes.
Their gazes carried the implication: ‘What in the world is this——?’
Thanks to them, I regained my composure.
I could still fix this.
“——Stop.”
I infused my words with power.
Everything around me froze.
Everyone slowly began to sense my intent.
Yet it was still far from satisfactory.
With fearful expressions, they seemed to wonder: ‘Is it okay not to bow?’
“Do that sort of thing when I’m not around.”
Gaining divine status and all that was fine.
But I didn’t want the people I’d see regularly to act like this.
My words didn’t really get through.
“….”
No matter what I said.
In their eyes, I was now a ‘transcendent being who had achieved divinity’.
Everyone just stood there, fidgeting with their feet, unsure what to do.
Then my saviors stepped forward.
“Right, isn’t it only proper to worship in whatever way brings the god peace of mind?”
“Y-yes, exactly! We don’t even have proper scriptures or doctrine yet, so making up procedures on our own would be a form of heresy.”
The two people who always believed in me.
Kang Mu-jin and Seol-ah took the lead in quelling the commotion.
It was only recently that I’d said how reassuring it would be to have people who never changed.
I never expected to feel it so soon.
While I was immersed in profound emotion.
“How…?”
King Sejong looked at me in bewilderment.
His expression was one of shock for a different reason.
“…Did you just use a word command?”
My word “stop” carried power behind it.
It seemed similar to the word command that King Sejong wielded.
But it was fundamentally different.
‘Iris’s word command.’
Iris Ruzbella’s ‘word command’ was closer to the source than King Sejong’s.
In truth, I don’t fully understand it myself.
Still, I shared what little I had come to realize.
“It’s not the words themselves that matter—it’s the will behind them.”
At my explanation, King Sejong became absorbed in his own world, scribbling various characters into the Hunminjeongeum.
“Perhaps I was too caught up in the praise of being the god of language…”
After a moment, he looked at me and expressed profound gratitude.
“You grant me enlightenment. Truly, a miracle from the divine.”
With that.
The situation where everyone was making a fuss about me becoming a god came to an end.
Now it was time to properly begin the serious State Council meeting.
The meeting proceeded smoothly.
“We’ll proceed with accepting volunteers from South Korean Military personnel for the Ruzbella Empire’s population issue. We could even consolidate the officers’ quarters into it.”
“So North Korea will now be Korean territory, and the front line will become the border with China.”
Kang Mu-jin still spoke to me informally.
I preferred it that way too.
A world where yesterday’s friend becomes today’s servant—
I despised such a thing.
“In my view, Patriot will likely resist strongly. However, we shall handle that matter well.”
Similarly, I preferred it when King Sejong spoke informally in his royal manner.
Even though he had declared his vassalage to the Ruzbella Empire and his faith in me, I didn’t want the nature of our relationship to change.
In any case, everyone agreed with the advantages of the [Empire] I had explained.
“How do you plan to persuade Patriot?”
“If we frame it as part of a national defense enhancement project to evolve the entire South Korean Military into superhumans, that should be sufficient for him to accept.”
Truly, King Sejong was something else.
He had more insight into handling Patriot than our government did.
By the way, Patriot was still fast asleep.
“Tsk.”
King Sejong regarded the Patriot with a look of disapproval.
It resembled the gaze of a father watching an incompetent son—beyond mere love and hate.
“Now it seems the time has come to discuss the current situation in China.”
What we dealt with together was an Evil God called Bai Qi—Betrayer of Heaven.
The entities that appeared before that are still unknown to King Sejong.
I began with Guan Yu, whom I had beheaded, and spoke of Lü Bu and Dong Zhuo, who had become a Demon’s meal.
I thought detailed explanations would be necessary—.
“Renowned generals from the Records of the Three Kingdoms, I see.”
Gasp!
I nearly stopped breathing.
King Sejong knows of the Records of the Three Kingdoms.
Truly astonishing.
‘Did the Records even exist back then?’
The probability that he learned it from the Patriot approaches zero.
There was no way he would have mentioned the seditious text.
And it was too short a timeframe for him to have learned it through Hunminjeongeum.
He must have already known.
So I asked.
“Does the timeline match?”
King Sejong glanced around somewhat sheepishly.
“Severance.”
With a word of power, he created a space for just the two of us.
Then he spoke.
“I maintained active exchanges with the Ming Dynasty.”
“The Records of the Three Kingdoms from that time?”
“From your tone, you must be referring to the Romance of the Three Kingdoms rather than the historical Records themselves.”
“Is there a difference?”
I witnessed an unexpected side of King Sejong.
“The Records are, as the name suggests, a historical account. The orthodox history, written from the perspective of Wei and centered on Cao Cao.”
“But isn’t the orthodox history Shu, not Wei…?”
Wei, Shu, and Wu.
The old historical novel where one picked a side from each of the three kingdoms and divided loyalties—wasn’t it?
The Oath in the Peach Garden, the trio of Liu, Guan, and Zhang at the center, unfolding a tale that stirred the hearts of men—.
“You only knew the Records of the Three Kingdoms as a novel.”
The Records of the Three Kingdoms that King Sejong spoke of had a different direction.
It felt like a historical text.
“To be honest, I didn’t know it was based on actual events.”
“Fear not. I have studied both the historical Records and the novel—. Khrm, I still vividly remember acquiring a manuscript copy of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and reading it with great enthusiasm.”
After that, we had a deep conversation.
King Sejong was a cautious man and never revealed which faction he supported until the very end.
‘I never knew he had such a personality.’
Now I understood why King Sejong had used [Severance] to block our conversation from his ears.
“My only hobby is indulging in fascinating books, yet even that caused such an uproar.”
Books were the one thing King Sejong could enjoy in peace.
So he had brought in an absurd quantity of texts under the guise of ‘cultural exchange with Ming,’ devouring every single one of them.
In modern terms, he was a ‘bibliophile.’
‘He was so embarrassed by it that he severed the space from those around him….’
Well, considering the weight his name carried, it made sense.
“A king occupies a position where it is truly difficult to possess any other hobbies.”
“But isn’t being a king convenient?”
“Not when you’re the king of Joseon, specifically.”
A king of Joseon was said to be extraordinarily constrained.
He couldn’t do as he pleased, couldn’t even relieve himself in comfort….
“That’s what Patriot told me.”
The reality was that when King Sejong defecated, dozens watched, and someone even tasted it—.
“W-why are you feeding your maidservant feces?”
“Damn it! Stop that disgusting perverted shit like those Chinese bastards! The great King Sejong shouldn’t do that!!!”
—At that moment, King Sejong awakened to something.
In someone’s eyes, such procedures might appear repugnant.
The fact that distant descendants of the future would view such procedures as ‘barbaric’ dealt King Sejong a profound shock.
“Shin Si-woo, the modern era in which you live is one that has stripped away all such unnecessary formalities and ceremony, pursuing efficiency to its absolute limit.”
From that point forward, King Sejong shed some of his rigid ‘Neo-Confucian obsession.’
He stopped spouting those hollow words about benevolence and righteousness that could be attached to anything at any time.
“Thus, I find this world truly wonderful.”
Even though I haven’t yet experienced it.
The words that followed were that it must not perish.
And so—.
“I ask that you look after Patriot well.”
Not to save the world.
It was an extraordinary request to simply look after Patriot.
“Ah, if Patriot disappears, the Constellations will be annihilated….”
“No, that’s not it. Patriot—.”
King Sejong gazed beyond [Severance] at the middle-aged man—Patriot in his full nationalist regalia with the Taegeuk flag.
“—has taken measures so that our Constellations can survive even after he vanishes.”
This was something I didn’t know either.
“Even if he dies, even if he truly perishes, he entrusted his hope to the Constellations, asking them to protect this nation, the Republic of Korea.”
Suddenly, why was he recounting Patriot’s truth?
“Given his personality, there’s a very real possibility he’ll spout nonsense upon seeing your swords and then die.”
That of a father.
Perhaps something even deeper than that.
“I wish you could stop him, if you would.”
“I cannot guarantee that.”
I’m usually lenient enough.
But if my Swords are treated disrespectfully, there’s nothing I can do about it.
That’s my principle.
And yet—.
“Benevolence, a compassionate heart… I wish you could show Patriot a hundred billion times more mercy.”
King Sejong spoke with earnest longing.
“Please, do not harbor too much hatred toward Patriot.”
“You even knocked him unconscious….”
“Love and hate intertwined, that’s how it is. Isn’t this very conversation proof of that?”
His words continued.
“Patriot, who executed tens of thousands. I believe that was a necessary deed.”
I think so too.
South Korea’s society endures precisely because all the wicked have perished.
“However, I do wonder if sparing around ten thousand might not have been permissible.”
“That is a fair point.”
There was no middle ground, that was the problem.
“But your era, Shin Si-woo, will be different.”
Upon the pristine South Korea that Patriot carved out, I will establish an [Empire] and achieve [Divinity].
“Shin Si-woo, you are a merciful and generous ruler who understands benevolence and righteousness. Now all the world shall know your name.”
The words that followed left me utterly bewildered.
“But tell me, do you know Patriot’s name?”
Patriot was simply Patriot.
At least, I had never once heard his true name.
“I had Min-jung investigate. Not a single citizen knows his name.”
King Sejong made a request of me.
“The details are a personal wound of Patriot’s own, so I cannot speak of them….”
A nameless Transcendent.
That was what Patriot was.
“His patriotism burns as intensely as his deficiency runs deep… so I ask you to fathom the magnitude of that void and grant him understanding and forgiveness.”
Only a fool would hesitate after hearing this.
I understood every word King Sejong spoke, and I was moved.
“As long as Patriot causes no direct harm to my Swords, I will show him every consideration possible.”
He is a necessary existence.
Moreover, a sublime one.
“Thank you.”
With those words, [Severance] vanished.
But somehow, the surroundings had grown terribly noisy.
“——and so, what should we do.”
“Then….”
What had happened while we were conversing?
The government officials were bustling about, whispering urgently among themselves.
When I made my presence known, Seol-ah finally approached and whispered to me.
“A delegation has arrived from Japan.”
“What?”
“They’ve been here for a while. But after the meeting ends, I had them wait to see you….”
Apparently, Yuki, Japan’s Transcendent, opened the Spirit Realm and came directly to the front of the Ruzbella Imperial Palace on her own.
“She shouldn’t be able to enter the castle, though?”
The Imperial Transcendent Knight Order is quite skilled at capturing Elves.
“No, it’s not a show of force or anything…. She turned on WorldNet and started broadcasting, stirring up public opinion?”
[WorldNet]
A mystery granted to all humanity.
I never imagined it could be used in such a way.
“She was saying something completely insane—that since they’ve surrendered the war criminal Japanese Emperor, the Republic of Korea Government should publicly execute him and reveal Japan’s sins to the world?”
The Japanese Government was bringing the Japanese Emperor and handing him over to us.
From Kang Mu-jin’s reaction, it seemed our government already knew about this.
But….
“The, the, the Japanese Em, Emperor, you said?”
King Sejong asked in a trembling voice.
“The Emperor of the Japanese Empire who severed Joseon’s vital spirit and massacred my descendants. Is it truly that Japanese Emperor?”
Despite the quaver in his tone.
His face had flushed crimson, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins.
He gazed silently at the Patriot and spoke.
“So this was real too. The Patriot never lies.”
I didn’t know what it meant.
But King Sejong seemed to have made a bold decision.
“I shall receive them myself.”
* * *
The Ruzbella Empire’s Imperial City is absurdly massive.
There are prisons, execution grounds, and everything else imaginable.
We stood in the plaza of the Third District.
We received the Japanese delegation before the Empire’s [guillotine].
“The Japanese Emperor… I suspected he existed by observing China. However, witnessing Japan’s degradation, I believed he had vanished by now.”
King Sejong spoke with eyes wide open.
“The Patriot always said it. The Japanese are insidious—they hide the imperial bloodline somewhere and await an opportunity to reveal their imperialist ambitions.”
And so.
“I dared to dismiss that Patriot’s foresight and disparage it as paranoid obsession.”
He was filled with anguish and sorrow.
And endless remorse.
I turned away from the Patriot’s sincere heart and the purity of conveying only truth—.
“I am a sinner.”
However, things will be different going forward.
At least regarding explanations of external threats, the Patriot is precise without the slightest margin of error.
Therefore—.
Whoosh!
[Hunminjeongeum—New Version is being distributed.]
“I shall grant my people a portion of the Patriot’s language.”
The Patriot’s thoughts contained in these materials will be reflected in the sentiments of the people.
As our conversation continued this far, Kang Mu-jin returned after proceeding through various procedures with Japanese government officials.
The half-elf Yuki drags along a trembling elderly man with serpent eyes.
I can sense it.
‘An evil man.’
Thin whiskers and slitted serpent eyes.
“Just by his appearance, one can see he’s the type to seize opportunities and plunge countless people into misery.”
King Sejong described Japan’s last Japanese Emperor in those terms.
From my perspective, the Japanese Emperor was a remnant of the Japanese Empire—a mere figurehead with a name devoid of substance.
But seeing him in person, he felt like someone who shouldn’t exist in this world.
‘He hasn’t committed any crimes yet.’
King Sejong, who values a benevolent heart.
It didn’t seem like he would kill someone who became Japanese Emperor and did nothing based on appearance alone.
But then….
Crackle——.
[Transcendent Demon Tome—Hunminjeongeum]
King Sejong suddenly opened the demon tome.
He truly unleashed the power of the Constellations.
Thud—.
A weighty presence.
King Sejong’s authority enveloped the entire area.
In that state, King Sejong gazed upon the Japanese Emperor.
Then he spoke.
“Annihilate.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, he acted immediately upon seeing him.
Just moments ago he was speaking of benevolence and compassion.
The moment he saw the Japanese Emperor, he simply erased him.
Snap——.
The manifestation of ‘Word of Command’.
The human form vanished without leaving a trace.
Then….
【Announcement: The Republic of Korea has slain the final symbol of the Japanese Empire.】
【You are granted the qualification to proclaim the Korean Empire.】
The world whispered.

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