The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 30

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 030
How should I put this.
The moment I laid eyes on the woman, my first impression was unmistakable.
‘She’s beautiful.’
Damnably beautiful. That thought strikes me first and foremost.
I haven’t encountered many women in my life, but she ranked among the most exquisite I’d ever seen.
If I had to compare, it would be to Youngsoon. That infuriating woman was on par with her.
‘She had a terrible personality, but her face was undeniably beautiful.’
Though I fled from her insane temperament. Regardless.
By that measure, this woman was impossibly beautiful.
However.
‘Setting aside her beauty. Something about her feels wrong.’
My suspicion that she was mad wasn’t without reason.
A chilling sensation was burrowing into my mind.
On a first meeting, how would she expect me to know who she is? How could I possibly know that?
“…Um… Yes. I have no idea?”
“Really?”
Her smile is unsettling in ways I can’t quite articulate. Despite her beauty, something about her repelled me.
The reason being.
‘Wol An.’
A sect master. And like me, a possessor of Wol An. Her blue eyes spoke of exactly that.
[Hooh.]
As if to prove it, the old man behind her lets out an admiring sound.
[A true prodigy.]
My eyebrows rise slightly at the old man’s lavish praise.
‘The same man who said Socheongeom wasn’t bad, now calls her a prodigy?’
The harsh judgment he’d leveled at Socheongeom was far more generous toward this woman.
That bothered me in an odd way.
‘The old man who called me a dull fool and an idiot, sparing no criticism.’
Words I couldn’t refute, so I never dared to argue back.
A quiet sigh escapes me as I shake my head.
“Hmm, I wonder why I don’t know…”
The woman tilts her head as if confused.
“You really don’t know?”
“Why should I know you? Have we met before?”
“No, we haven’t.”
“Then how would I know you? Do you know me?”
“I do. I know you very well.”
Thud. The woman steps closer.
“You’re the successor of our great Sword Saint… and the precious son of the Yeolyeongbangga Clan, are you not?”
A most precious son.
I nearly laughed at a title I’d never heard in my entire life.
“Well, that’s quite the thorough investigation you’ve conducted.”
It was all wrong. Yet in another sense, it was oddly accurate.
“But I wonder—do you know who I am?”
The woman asked, her blue eyes gazing at me like a clear sky.
Though she shared the same Wol bloodline, her eyes felt entirely different from Wol Seon-geom’s, which had seemed as deep as the ocean.
Whether I knew who she was.
I pondered briefly before opening my mouth.
“Wol Mu-hui.”
“My.”
The woman laughed, pleased with my answer.
“So you did know?”
“…Wouldn’t it be stranger not to know who you are?”
I wanted to pretend ignorance, but honestly, I recognized her the moment I saw her.
In truth, it would be far more unusual for anyone in the Central Plains not to know this woman.
‘Wol Mu-hui Cheonhye-in.’
The daughter of Wol Seon-geom Cheon Seonghwa and sister to Cheon Euijin.
‘One of the Seven Heroes.’
Unlike Socheongeom, who was merely comparable to the Seven Heroes, she was among the true Seven Heroes themselves.
‘And if the rumors were true…’
The most talented individual in the entire history of Cheongwol Gate.
All who had witnessed Cheonhye-in’s sword dance spoke of it without exception.
They called her the radiant hope of Cheongwol Gate in the absence of Yoo Cheon-gil.
This woman possessed talent of such magnitude.
And yet this woman…
“Why did you come to see me?”
“Well, I heard the successor of the great Sword Saint had arrived, so I simply couldn’t help myself and came.”
I narrowed my brow at her innocent smile.
It was a face that could captivate many men, but something about it felt off.
“So, what are your impressions after seeing me?”
“Hmm…”
Cheonhye-in pondered briefly at my question before answering.
“You’re decent.”
It was a blunt assessment.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
That couldn’t be right. I regarded her with an increasingly cold gaze.
“Is that your answer?”
“Yes. Is there something else you need?”
“No, it’s not really like that… It just seemed odd to me.”
“Odd?”
“Yes.”
At my words, Cheonhye-in’s expression grew puzzled. Seeing that, I continued.
“So why are you doing this to me?”
“Pardon?”
“Going through the trouble of putting on an absurd act for someone who’s just… decent. That’s strange too.”
“…”
Cheonhye-in’s eyes wavered.
“It seems like you came to figure something out… but I’m exhausted right now, you know? I just arrived today. So I’m not really in the mood to do anything, which is why I’m just going to ask directly.”
I was so tired I could barely keep myself from collapsing into bed. So I couldn’t be bothered with roundabout words.
“What do you want from me?”
No answer came. I could only observe.
How Cheonhye-in’s smile gradually vanished and she became an entirely different person.
“Ah, well.”
Her voice dropped sharply from its clear, crystalline tone.
It was an unusually low voice for a woman.
“How did you know?”
Her speech pattern changed along with her voice. It was devoid of any emotion.
Strangely enough, hearing that put my mind at ease.
“Know what?”
“That I was acting. How did you figure it out?”
“How would I not? It was obvious.”
Since Cheonhye-in dropped the formality first, I did too. Why do all geniuses ignore others’ opinions and drop formality like that?
I couldn’t understand it. Was talent inversely proportional to character?
“Obvious?”
“Yeah. Obvious.”
“That can’t be right.”
Hearing Cheonhye-in’s words, I nearly burst out laughing. What’s with such confidence?
“You seem to trust yourself quite a lot. Given how certain you are.”
“…”
“It wasn’t bad, honestly. Ah, yeah.”
I recalled what she had said to me and repeated it back.
“It was decent.”
“…”
“Just that much?”
Turning her own words back on her, Cheonhye-in’s delicate brow furrowed—though only for an instant.
She quickly shifted her expression and spoke to me.
“You’re interesting. Quite so.”
“And you’re rather rude, I’d say.”
“I came today just to take a quick look around… but it seems like a good decision.”
Cheonhye-in suddenly turned away and added to her words.
“I like it. See you later.”
“You say such chilling things without batting an eye. What’s there to see later?”
I barely managed to hold back a barrage of curses.
Then.
“Sister…!!”
Someone burst into my quarters. It was Cheon Euijin.
He’d clearly run here in quite a hurry, his exhaustion evident.
“…What are you doing right now…!!”
Cheon Euijin raised his voice as he looked at Cheonhye-in, clearly furious.
‘Damn it… If you were going to come, why not come sooner?’
What was he trying to do, showing up just as I was about to leave?
His late intervention felt unfair. Meanwhile, Cheonhye-in walked past as if she didn’t even see him, almost completely ignoring him.
“Sister-!”
Cheon Euijin tried to block her path, but.
“Move.”
“…!”
“How dare an incompetent fool block someone’s way?”
Her cold voice pierced through Cheon Euijin like a blade.
‘Wow. Incompetent, she said.’
That guy had talent and was even handsome, yet he had to hear something like that.
Cheon Euijin seemed deeply shocked by her words, his body going rigid like stone.
Cheonhye-in simply passed by without even looking at her brother.
She was truly a whirlwind of a woman.
“…Are you alright?”
When I approached Cheon Euijin and asked, he finally came to his senses.
“…Bang Disciple, I apologize.”
“No. There’s… nothing to apologize for.”
If anything, that madwoman should be the one apologizing, not Cheon Euijin.
‘Both his father and sister, something seems off.’
Whether it was Wol Seon-geom or Cheonhye-in, they both seemed to disregard Cheon Euijin strangely.
Could they not be blood relatives? That thought crossed my mind briefly, but.
‘That doesn’t seem right either.’
Looking at how all three resembled each other like copies, that didn’t seem to be the case.
Something seemed off about this…
After grasping that, I asked Cheon Euijin.
“Is that madwoman… no, is that woman the sister of the Heavenly Supreme?”
“…Yes, she is.”
I already knew, but I asked once more. I needed to confirm something.
‘He’s scared out of his wits.’
The moment Cheon Euijin heard mention of Cheonhye-in, anxiety flickered across his face, and I wanted to confirm it.
‘Unease… or perhaps fear, to be precise.’
My younger brother fears his sister. I suppose it’s similar to how I fear our family’s reckless eldest sister, but…
‘The feeling is entirely different.’
This was genuine, unadulterated fear. It seemed far beyond the level of mere sibling discord.
There was clearly something deeply wrong between them.
‘But I’m not interested in digging into that.’
Honestly, I couldn’t be bothered to investigate further.
Knowing such a thing exists is sufficient.
What truly matters here is…
‘She’s paying attention to me.’
That fierce woman is keeping her eye on me.
‘Tsk.’
The most brilliant genius in the history of Cheongwol Gate.
A leading candidate in the ongoing competition for the position of Cheongwol Gate’s Rumor Master.
That alone makes for a troublesome background. But the real problem here is…
‘Cheonhye-in is far more…’
Unsettling than I anticipated.
In a very bad way, at that.

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A day passed like that.
My body was so exhausted that I collapsed onto the bed and drained away all fatigue.
The quarters were warm, and the bed was soft.
This is why one must advance in status—to experience such comfort for a lifetime.
Having spent several days in that carriage, the contrast felt all the more pronounced.
After eating and indulging in laziness for the first time in ages,
around midday, I tidied myself and headed somewhere.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Thanks to your hospitality, I rested comfortably.”
It was the quarters of Wol Seon-geom Cheonseongwha, whom I’d met yesterday.
“I’m glad it pleased you.”
“I’m grateful for your consideration.”
He wore the same expression and tone as yesterday. Yet watching him, I had to remain inwardly alert.
Men with such composed faces often delivered words laced with hidden daggers without the slightest hesitation.
“I hear you met my daughter yesterday.”
As expected, he didn’t speak in riddles—he struck directly.
“Yes, that’s correct. We did meet.”
“How was she?”
“Well… I suppose she was quite an unusual person.”
I chose my words as carefully as I could.
No matter what, I couldn’t very well call her a madwoman unfit even for dogs to bite in front of her father.
“Unusual, I see.”
Wol Seon-geom simply nodded once upon hearing my response, and that ended his questions about Cheonhye-in.
‘How convenient.’
In truth, there weren’t many words I could have offered anyway.
From that brief exchange, all I could discern was…
‘Cheonhye-in is mad, and Cheon Euijin carries some burden.’
That much.
And both of these were things I could never voice to Wol Seon-geom.
Especially not in this place.
‘There are quite a few of them.’
Besides Wol Seon-geom, several other figures sat within the room.
Most were faces I’d never seen before.
There were old men and middle-aged men alike. What caught my attention was that all the elderly men possessed blue eyes.
“The reason I’ve summoned the Bang Disciple here is not without purpose.”
Just as I was carefully observing everyone present, Wol Seon-geom began to speak.
“We are grateful that you brought our clan’s treasure to us.”
“Yes.”
“However, even accounting for that, there is something we must verify.”
I steadied my breathing at Wol Seon-geom’s words.
I already knew what he was about to ask.
“Judging by the inner strength currently within your body and the eyes you possess, we can certainly confirm you are one of our clan… yet that alone falls somewhat short.”
I suppressed the tension rising to my throat and thought carefully.
“Therefore, I must ask.”
This was the moment.
“How did you come to inherit that person’s legacy? I would appreciate if you could explain this to us.”
The moment to unleash the fabricated story I’d prepared with the old man for days.

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