The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 108

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 108
I followed the guide and headed straight to the location.
The destination was the banquet hall, and by the time I arrived, many people had already gathered.
Because of the letter I’d received from Youngsoon, I couldn’t even manage my expression properly.
It only got worse once I stepped inside.
“Oh my.”
“….”
The moment I entered, I saw a face that shouldn’t be there. A stunningly beautiful woman with an icy demeanor—Youngsoon was sitting brazenly in a seat.
She smiled faintly upon seeing me, and I had to deliberately pretend not to notice her smile.
‘Why is she here again?’
I’d already seen her during the day, so this felt ominous. I never expected to meet her here.
The situation was absurd, but the only available seat was right next to Youngsoon.
I glanced carefully around, but ultimately had no choice but to sit in that seat.
I dragged my heavy legs over and sat down.
“Are we meeting again?”
“…Yes.”
Youngsoon greeted me warmly. Naturally, I had to respond with a bitter expression.
Why had things come to this? The question crossed my mind in that instant.
“Bang Disciple….”
If Youngsoon was on my right, then the person on my left was—
Dang Yeeran spoke to me cautiously.
“Are you feeling alright…?”
“Ah, yes. I’m fine, but…”
Glance.
I glanced around briefly before speaking to Dang Yeeran.
“…Shouldn’t you be sitting elsewhere?”
“What?”
“It looks like your blood relatives are seated across the way.”
The direct line of the Dang Clan. If the Lord of the Clan was at the head table, then her mother, the Deputy Lord, and—
‘Why is that bastard glaring at me like that?’
Dok-ryong, the young man with the most ferocious expression, was staring at me intensely.
‘He really does look terrifying.’
It wasn’t easy to even look at him. His expression was already sharp, but the way he glared as if he wanted to kill me was extraordinary.
Moreover—
[…That bastard…?]
An exact copy of Dok-ryong.
Or rather, Dokjon, who was known to resemble Dok-ryong greatly, was also floating in the air, glaring at me.
[How dare you stand beside our precious Yeeran… What is this sharp-looking girl doing here?]
[Both are lovely. If I had to choose, I prefer the one on the right.]
[Are you insane? Are you saying Yeeran is inferior to that one?]
[Preferences should be respected, yet here you are, grown old and petty in spirit. Tsk, tsk.]
“….”
I pressed my brow at the old men’s muttering. I desperately wished they would simply stay silent.
Perhaps noticing my distress, Dang Yeeran attempted to speak again.
“…Sir.”
“Leave him be.”
Youngsoon cut off Dang Yeeran’s words.
“When he’s like this, he’s deep in thought. You mustn’t disturb him.”
“….”
Youngsoon took a sip of tea before her as if this were routine. Hearing this, Dang Yeeran’s beautiful eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
“…It seems you two know each other quite well?”
At Dang Yeeran’s words, I opened my eyes slightly.
There was an inexplicable discomfort woven into her voice.
At such a reaction from Dang Yeeran, Youngsoon let out a soft laugh.
“Of course. We know each other very well.”
“…Moryong Sojeo. Please.”
“How well we know each other. We were even betrothed. Weren’t we?”
“…Blast it all.”
I’d meant to ask her to stay quiet for a moment. Yet she spoke with the precision of a ghost.
“…Betrothed?”
“Betrothed, you say?”
As expected, murmurs arose from those around us.
“The Lesser Sword Saint and the Muyong Clan were betrothed…?”
“I’ve never heard such a thing…?”
The situation seemed to be spiraling strangely, so I hastily raised my hand.
“…That’s not it. Please, everyone, calm yourselves. There seems to be some misunderstanding—it was a ‘former’ betrothal.”
The engagement had been broken long ago. It had been at least fifty or sixty years.
I attempted to continue explaining to clarify this.
“Who decided that?”
Youngsoon spoke to me.
“I never said I would break the engagement.”
“…Moryong Sojeo.”
I spoke with exasperation at her response.
“The breaking of the engagement was already decided by the three clans. Whether you wish it or not, there is nothing to be done about it.”
Because of the broken engagement, I even received a substantial penalty payment.
It was the prestigious clan that had demanded the dissolution, so my father, that money-loving ghost, said he’d received something enormous in relation to it.
‘Though I have no idea where he spent it all.’
In any case, what was received was received, and having received it, the engagement dissolution proceeded as it should have.
Furthermore.
“It was you who proposed breaking the engagement.”
It was something Muyong Youngsoon had wanted.
I had said I disliked it, told her not to come near me. That’s why we broke off the engagement.
“….”
At the mention of it, Muyong Youngsoon’s expression suddenly hardened. Then.
“…So that’s the thing.”
She spoke with a thoroughly stiffened face.
“I shouldn’t have done such a thing.”
“…?”
Speaking in an exhausted tone, I wondered why she would say that.
“Then, it seems you two aren’t on such good terms, sir.”
“Huh…?”
“What?”
At Dang Yeeran’s interjection from the side, Muyong Youngsoon’s expression shifted.
Her sharpened eyes were surrounded by a murderous atmosphere.
“…Miss Dang. What did you just say?”
“Oh, it’s nothing much.”
Despite Muyong Youngsoon’s attitude, Dang Yeeran’s response was even stranger.
“If you’ve already broken off your engagement, then you’re not close, right? Isn’t that so, Bang Disciple?”
“…Yes? Ah…. Yes, well… I suppose that’s true.”
“What do you mean ‘suppose’? Speak clearly, will you?”
“…Ugh!”
Suddenly, Muyong Youngsoon pressed her chopsticks firmly into my thigh. I nearly cried out in pain.
How could I be any clearer than this?
Cold sweat began trickling down. Why were both of them acting up like this?
“….”
“….”
Dang Yeeran and Muyong Youngsoon stared at each other in silence. There were no words, but the eye contact between them radiated an overwhelming presence.
“…Miss Dang.”
“Yes. Miss Muyong.”
“It’s been years since we last met. You’ve become quite formidable in such a short time, haven’t you?”
Haven’t seen you in ages, and your temperament has gotten worse?
“…Ah, is that so? You also seem to have become even more beautiful than before, miss.”
You had a terrible personality back then too. Now it’s even worse.
“….”
“….”
‘Good grief.’
My throat felt like it might move of its own accord. It had been a long time since I’d witnessed such a deadly clash of wills.
Why were they suddenly fighting? And with me caught between them, no less.
Just as I raised my hand to wipe away the cold sweat that kept threatening to flow.
“Quite the commotion, I see.”
A weighty voice cut through the tension between the two of them.
The clash of wills dissolved in an instant, and Youngsoon composed her expression and posture.
The voice belonged to Dokuou.
“…My apologies.”
Youngsoon straightened her posture and offered her contrition. Dokuou, ignoring her, took a sip of tea.
“How fares the Muyong Clan Leader?”
“…Well.”
“It has been some time since we last met, and I was just wondering about his circumstances. I consider it fortunate to encounter you here.”
Tap.
Dokuou set down the teacup he’d been holding, and with the sound, a faint breeze stirred.
Feeling it, I clenched my fists. The hair on my body stood on end.
This was a warning.
A warning not to act recklessly again, given the setting we were in.
“I heard that a distinguished guest had arrived, and though the Dang Clan’s circumstances are not favorable, I made every effort to prepare. I hope you will receive it with a generous heart.”
“…Not at all. I am already deeply grateful simply to have been invited.”
Despite the dire situation, he was treating her as an honored guest.
Push any further and he would kill her.
That was the meaning, and knowing it well, Youngsoon no longer pressed her advantage.
She had always been a woman with exceptional intuition. There was no way she could have missed this.
“Then.”
Dokuou steadied his breathing for a moment and spoke.
“We shall now… commence the banquet.”
At those words, the attendants moved as one, laying out dishes across the long table.
The atmosphere was not pleasant, yet no one remarked upon it.

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The atmosphere of the banquet was far from lively.
The Dang Clan’s gatherings had always been this way, but this time felt even more subdued.
‘Hmm.’
Whether everyone was reading the room or simply matching Dokuou’s mood, I couldn’t say.
All of them ate in silence, nothing more.
This applied to Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong, who had been summoned alongside me.
The Dang Clan’s blood relatives were no different.
I too simply placed food in my mouth to fill my stomach.
‘Does he have no intention of discussing anything important?’
If he’d gone to the trouble of summoning me, I expected him to say something.
‘Why is he just sitting there?’
Dokuou said nothing at all.
He was truly doing nothing but eating.
‘Hmm.’
I found this state of affairs oddly peculiar.
There was no way he’d opened this banquet merely to eat.
‘Is this some kind of probe?’
There seemed to be some intention behind it, yet I couldn’t discern what that intention was.
So I quietly observed Dokuou’s condition from the corner of my eye.
‘He looks quite exhausted.’
Dokuou’s complexion was never particularly healthy, but now he appeared unusually pale and drained.
‘I hadn’t seen him in a few days, and it seems he’s been moving without rest.’
Given that what happened occurred within his own clan, and especially since it involved Bigo.
It wouldn’t be strange if Dokuou had been working relentlessly.
‘Yet he still held this banquet despite such a state.’
He’d arrived and immediately opened the banquet while exhausted?
‘There’s definitely something here.’
It was evidence that something unusual existed in the current situation.
‘Hmm.’
What could it be?
As I continued pondering and reached for my chopsticks.
“Please try this as well.”
Suddenly, food landed on my chopsticks.
I couldn’t tell what it was, but it was a reddish dish.
At first glance, it appeared somewhat spicy.
“…Yes?”
“It’s… delicious.”
The person who’d offered the food was Dang Yeeran.
“Ah, yes… I see. Thank you for the meal.”
Just as I awkwardly reached for my chopsticks.
“Eat this instead.”
The food vanished from my chopsticks in an instant. This time it was Youngsoon’s doing.
She snatched my dish away and promptly brought another in its place.
It was a much paler dish than the previous one.
“You can’t eat spicy food, can you?”
“….”
She was right. I couldn’t handle spicy food well.
“That one is really spicy. If you ate something like that, you’d ruin your stomach, so eat this instead.”
“…Yes, I see.”
Feeling awkward about how to respond, I simply tried to put it in my mouth.
“Oh, you can’t eat spicy food. Then how about this one?”
Just as I was about to take a bite, Dang Yeeran snatched it away and brought yet another dish.
“….”
I had to adjust my palate with each constantly changing dish.
‘…What is this all about?’
Could this be intentional harassment?
From my past life’s school days, I’d experienced this often enough to be familiar with it.
How had I handled it back then? I think I’d used a recorder and a ghost to completely eliminate those who bullied me.
‘…I can’t do that here.’
There was no method I could use in this situation, so I had no choice but to endure it quietly.
“No…. This one.”
“Rather than that….”
“Or maybe.”
With the constant exchange of dishes, my chopsticks had long since slipped from my hand.
I set them down gently beside me and simply observed the situation.
There seemed to be no end in sight.
So I had no choice but to let out a sigh and speak.
“Please, just stop….”
Bang—!
“Huh?”
A loud sound suddenly erupted from the table.
I widened my eyes to see what it was.
“…Hey. You.”
The fierce-looking young man in front of me.
Dok-ryong glared at me and spoke.
“Come with me. I’ll give you a beating.”
“…?”
Why is this bastard suddenly picking a fight with me again…?

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