The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 155

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 155
Misa’s Fortune Telling House.
There was a famous shaman in Hannam who had recently made a name for herself.
She called herself Misa Seonnyeo and was known to read fortunes and compatibility with an almost eerie accuracy.
So renowned was she that even the wives of prominent families and mistresses of famous merchant houses came to seek her divinations.
True to her popularity, even during what seemed like a slow hour, the line stretched all the way to the street.
Starting from that end, how long would it take to enter the building?
‘It would take at least two hours, I’d wager.’
Calculating the time spent on a single reading, it would certainly take that long.
‘Ugh.’
The mere thought made me want to retch. It wasn’t as if we were waiting in line for a good restaurant.
‘Standing in line to see a charlatan’s fortune telling? That makes no sense.’
Waiting two hours in line at a fortune teller’s shop when I already knew she was a fraud? That was something I could never do.
‘At least we don’t have to wait in line.’
Thanks to Muyong Youngsoon using her family’s name to make a reservation, we didn’t have to queue.
Those waiting in line looked momentarily angry as we walked past them.
But they quickly closed their mouths again.
They probably understood, however vaguely.
‘These are people with enough power to enter without waiting in line.’
They were perceptive. Rather than complain about why we didn’t wait, they understood it was more disadvantageous to anger someone of such standing.
‘…So this is what they mean by the power of a great name?’
I disliked coming to see a fortune teller, but this was different.
Should I complain that it was petty and unfair?
‘…I suppose.’
Technically I could, but I didn’t really feel that way.
As I said, I wasn’t a particularly righteous person.
“Please wait a moment. The Seonnyeo is currently reading another client’s fortune.”
“Understood. Would you bring us some tea while we wait?”
“I’ll prepare two cups.”
“Not for me.”
While we sat at a table waiting, tea was brought out.
Since I’d said I wouldn’t drink any, only Muyong Youngsoon’s cup arrived.
From the scent, it appeared to be plum tea.
Muyong Youngsoon took a sip of her tea with proper posture. Watching her, I asked in a sigh-tinged voice.
“What exactly are we trying to see by coming all the way here?”
And even making a reservation at that.
“…If you knew, you’d understand why the Lord of the Clan would be angry.”
Baekwang, the Lord of the Muyong Clan.
Knowing his temperament, he would absolutely despise using the Muyong name for something like this.
Using the Muyong name just to avoid waiting in line at a fortune teller’s shop?
Even if she were his most beloved daughter, this was something to be angry about.
Hearing this, Muyong Youngsoon set down her tea and spoke to me.
“Then what should I do? If they ask me to fall in line, it’s obvious I’ll make a face like I’ve bitten into a worm.”
“…So it was because of me?”
“I’ll take the scolding myself, so don’t worry about it.”
After saying that, Muyong Youngsoon looked at me with a slightly odd expression and asked.
“Ah, are you perhaps worried?”
“Yes.”
“…What?”
At my unhesitating answer, she looked flustered. She clearly hadn’t expected me to actually agree.
Well, how could I not be worried?
“If things go wrong, the fallout could land on me too, so how could I not worry?”
“….”
Upon hearing my answer, Muyong Youngsoon’s face immediately crumpled. It seemed my response wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
‘But what else can I do.’
This was my honest feeling.
If he found out I’d used my name for something with her, what then?
‘He’ll definitely cause trouble for me again.’
Given that man’s temperament, he’d think it justified and direct his anger at me.
Damn it.
‘This is exactly why I didn’t want to get entangled.’
Getting involved with a prestigious clan would be fine if it only brought benefits.
‘But this situation is different.’
The Muyong Clan and I simply didn’t mesh. Whether it was the Lord of the Clan or his daughter.
‘Ah. Suddenly my throat feels dry.’
Thinking about these bothersome matters made my throat parched.
So I raised my hand, intending to belatedly order another cup of tea.
“Over there. Here-”
I paused.
Narrowing my eyes mid-sentence, I noticed a figure who appeared to be a trainee shaman moving about and working here and there.
‘Look at that.’
A small spirit was attached to her back.
It was something resembling a trace of a Spirit—a kind of divine warning.
To put it more simply, it was like a mark of saliva.
‘A sign that I am destined to attach to this child, so dare not covet her.’
It seemed she would receive a divine descent before long.
‘…Hmm….’
Watching that, I reconsidered my thoughts.
‘Perhaps she’s not just a charlatan?’
Seeing a trainee shaman like this moving about, she might not be just any ordinary charlatan.
Thinking as much, I continued what I was saying.
“…Just a cup of tea for me as well, please.”
“Understood.”
Before long, the same plum blossom tea that Muyong Youngsoon had ordered arrived before me.
After taking a sip to wet my throat, I spoke to her.
“Moryong Sojeo.”
“What is it?”
“Is your relationship with the Heavenly Supreme not good?”
“….”
At the sudden mention of Cheonhye-in, Muyong Youngsoon’s shoulders stiffened, and then she fixed me with a cold, narrowed gaze.
“Why are you suddenly bringing up that wretched… Heavenly Supreme here?”
…She was definitely about to say something worse, wasn’t she? Just from that alone, I could tell their relationship was a complete mess.
I’d already sensed the tension between them that morning.
But it seemed far worse than I’d anticipated.
“The two of you were glaring at each other so fiercely that I wondered what kind of relationship you had.”
“You should have figured it out the moment you saw us. That we’re not close.”
“…It didn’t seem like something that could be resolved with just ‘not close.'”
It looked like they could bite each other’s heads off without it being strange.
At those words, Muyong Youngsoon clicked her tongue quietly and spoke.
“It’s just a bitter karma. Utterly grating.”
“…Hmm….”
“What? Are you curious?”
To be honest, I was somewhat curious about this.
But I didn’t want to ask.
If I admitted my curiosity, I had no idea what kind of nonsense she might pull.
“Never mind.”
“Tsk.”
“…Why do you sound disappointed?”
It seemed she’d been planning to use this as an opening to do something else.
I was right not to ask.
‘In any case, her relationship with Cheonhye-in is not good.’
Whatever had happened between them, I just needed to remember that they didn’t get along.
‘Come to think of it.’
During the journey from Sichuan to Hannam not long ago.
I recalled how Muyong Youngsoon’s attitude toward Cheon Euijin had changed.
The moment she heard that Cheon Euijin was the son of Wol Seon-geom and the younger brother of Cheonhye-in, her eyes turned cold.
‘I wondered why that was.’
Was it because of Cheonhye-in?
‘Hmm.’
I’d thought their faces and temperaments seemed similar.
Is that why they don’t get along?
While I was entertaining such an absurd speculation.
“Pardon the intrusion.”
The woman who had been moving about approached us.
“The Seonnyeo says she is ready.”
She bowed her head respectfully and gestured toward the door with her hand.
Muyong Youngsoon rose to her feet.
‘Hmm.’
Radiating clear reluctance, she approached and grabbed my sleeve.
“Come on. We’re wasting time.”
“…Yes.”
As I was being pulled along, I examined my wrist.
Not my hand, but my sleeve.
Ever since I told her not to hold my hand.
She had taken to grasping my sleeve instead. Just like now.

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Creak—!
I carefully opened the wooden door and stepped inside.
The interior unmistakably carried that distinctive atmosphere of a shaman’s dwelling.
Sensing it, I furrowed my brow.
‘How irritating.’
I clearly despised this.
To think I would encounter this again in this lifetime.
Entering the room with my brow deeply furrowed.
“Ahhh!”
A loud voice suddenly rang out.
“You’ve brought something absolutely vile with you, haven’t you!”
I turned my gaze toward the raspy voice.
In that direction sat a woman in an arrogant posture on a chair, staring at me.
I couldn’t tell her age.
With excessive makeup caked on, I couldn’t even guess what her original face looked like.
“Absolutely vile… What on earth have you brought me!”
[What? Is she talking about me?]
Yoo Cheon-gil pointed to himself, clearly stung.
Ignoring him, I observed the woman ranting loudly.
‘She’s laying groundwork.’
I suppressed my laughter. This was a characteristic con.
Worthless shamans who flew into anger the moment guests arrived.
Claiming great misfortune had befallen them, hinting at hidden troubles.
Her shabby intention was to sweet-talk her way into performing a shamanic ritual.
‘Major troubles or worries? Of course. If there were none, why would anyone come for a divination?’
Eight out of ten people were like that.
So this time too, I wondered if she was just a charlatan.
‘Hmm?’
Something felt off. I examined the Shaman’s back with my white eyes.
There was something there.
‘What is that.’
A spirit.
In terms of rank, it was on the lower end, but it was definitely a spirit.
‘It looks like a Spirit Child?’
A young spirit in the form of a child.
The child was clinging to the Shaman’s shoulder.
‘Huh.’
A spirit exists. That meant she wasn’t a charlatan.
‘So she’s the real deal….’
Then why had she said such things to Do-hyeong?
While holding onto this question and looking at the woman.
“What are you doing? Sit down already.”
She pointed to the floor with the fan she was holding, her temper flaring.
I sat down without complaint. I was worried Muyong Youngsoon might get angry at the rude attitude, but she seemed unfazed.
It was a strangely familiar demeanor. Finding it curious, I sat down beside her.
“You.”
The moment I sat, the woman pointed her fan at Muyong Youngsoon.
“You have something troubling you. Don’t you?”
“That’s right. That’s why I came.”
At the Shaman’s words, Muyong Youngsoon replied flatly.
The Shaman was momentarily flustered by her characteristically cold tone, but quickly changed her expression.
‘Oh.’
She was experienced. Her expression control wasn’t bad.
Compared to our grandmother, she seemed barely a fraction as skilled.
Still, that level was decent enough.
“So, what troubles brought you here?”
“What do you think my troubles are?”
“…Huh?”
At the counter-question, the Shaman’s eyes narrowed.
A brief silence passed between them.
The Shaman stared at Muyong Youngsoon as if scrutinizing her.
“You.”
Just as she was about to speak as if she’d figured something out.
“When you were a man—”
[끄아아아아앙—!!!]
“…!”
“…!!”
A scream suddenly pierced the air.
The Shaman’s head snapped toward the sound that filled the room.
Muyong Youngsoon’s eyes narrowed at the abrupt commotion.
I kept my head still, observing the situation through the whites of my eyes alone.
I absolutely could not turn my head.
In the direction I barely managed to glimpse—
‘This madman. What is that old fool doing right now?’
In mid-air, Yoo Cheon-gil—
[You little brat. What are you staring at? Do you have some grievance with this old man?]
—was pinching and lifting the Spirit attached to the Shaman between two fingers.
Not just any ghost, but casually handling a Spirit as if it were nothing.
[으아아아아앙—!!!]
The Spirit wailed at Yoo Cheon-gil’s action.
In that moment.
Whoooosh—!
‘Ah, damn it.’
The air itself rippled.
We’re finished.

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