The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 453

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 453
As dawn passed and morning arrived, we resumed our journey to Yeolyeong.
The addition of new members didn’t change much. The carriage wasn’t cramped or anything like that.
If there was any change.
“Wow… So that famous Geombong has joined us?”
“No, if it’s the Eunwol Sword, isn’t that the disciple of Wol Seon-geom?”
“My goodness! How did the legendary Dok-ryong…!”
The addition of a loud-mouthed man had considerably altered the atmosphere.
Bang Yoo-seong. The Younger Master of the Bang Clan and the eldest of the Bang siblings—even after years, he remained as boisterous as ever.
“Ahahaha!!”
“…Brother.”
“Ah, yes. Our youngest. Got something to say?”
Bang Yoo-seong grinned and asked. I responded with a sigh.
“Would it be possible for you to keep quiet during the journey, Lord of the Clan?”
I made a plea for silence, but.
“Hmm! I can’t do that. My mouth gets bored otherwise.”
He dismissed me without a shred of concern. Damn it. Yeah, I hadn’t expected anything anyway.
“Meeting such wonderful people, yet there’s no alcohol… How unbearable. Ah, youngest. By chance.”
“How could there possibly be any?”
“Ahahaha. Right?”
After drinking so much he turned into a dog and sobered up, now he wanted more alcohol? The man was truly mad.
“Ah, what a shame…”
Seeing him smack his lips in regret, he genuinely seemed disappointed. This would drive me insane.
Then.
Tap, tap. Someone beside me tugged at my sleeve—a gentle touch. When I glanced over, Gungwi’s face had turned pale.
“What’s wro… wrong?”
I started to speak formally but changed course. Given the circumstances, I had picked up Gungwi myself, and she appeared quite young.
I had decided to speak to her informally. I had unilaterally declared it, after all.
I wondered if that was bothering her.
“Ugh… I’m… motion sick.”
How troublesome.
“Hey! Stop the carriage!”
I urgently called out to Dok-ryong.
This woman seemed to be full of surprises.

* * *
Several more days passed since I embarked on this chaotic journey. In that time, an extraordinary amount had transpired.
Mostly on my end.
Bang Yoo-seong’s incessant chatter was one thing, but Gungwi’s motion sickness every time she boarded the carriage was another problem entirely.
‘…Our progress has been delayed because of it.’
Half a day, perhaps? We kept stopping and starting, which is how we ended up like this. Though it was only half a day, the exhaustion I felt was far more than that.
“…Ugh.”
A weary sigh escaped my lips. I leaned back against the seat, feeling the carriage jostle beside me. It was Gungwi. She had been sleeping too.
‘…Should I call it sleeping?’
Passed out would be more accurate. She had collapsed from the motion sickness.
‘…How can someone be this weak?’
A martial artist suffering from motion sickness? It made no sense. My body had become more fragile than an ordinary person’s.
If there was one silver lining,
‘at least this man hasn’t clung to me because of the motion sickness.’
He hadn’t pestered me to release him from his bindings. He was too preoccupied with managing his own motion sickness.
Snooooore.
Bang Yoo-seong was snoring. He sleeps well. After chattering all day long, it’s no wonder.
‘…What a remarkable man.’
He truly never stopped talking. Just how remarkable is that?
‘…Yoo Yul has collapsed.’
Eunwol Sword, who was just as loud and spirited as Bang Yoo-seong, appeared exhausted. At first, I thought they got along well, but starting yesterday, he seemed completely drained.
‘Yoo Yeon has bolted.’
Yoo Yeon didn’t even board the same carriage. She had fled.
Dok-ryong, on the other hand, seemed relieved since he had to drive the horses.
‘I’m exhausted….’
I was already tired just from returning home. I never expected it would be like this.
“Oooooh….”
Just as I let out another weary groan,
“Young Master.”
Dok-ryong called from the driver’s seat.
“We’ve arrived.”
“….”
At those words, I poked my head through the window gap.
“…Indeed.”
We had arrived. I could see it in the distance.
“Yeolyeong.”
Yeolyeong, where the Yeolyeong clan resides. We had arrived there.

* * *
My years living in Yeolyeong were not few by any measure.
Except for that time when I moved toward the Martial Arts Alliance, I had always lived in Yeolyeong.
It was the same before and after I recovered my past-life memories.
Home. Yes, at this point, it was fitting to call it home.
“Take a look at this!”
“Hey there! Great Swordmaster! How about a drink?”
The voices of Hyeon reached my ears. As I ventured deeper into Yeolyeong, I soon arrived at Hyeon—the place where I had grown up.
“The atmosphere is quite pleasant, isn’t it?”
Yoo Yul remarked.
“It feels peaceful.”
“Indeed it does.”
It wasn’t just an appearance—it truly was peaceful. There was simply no trouble to speak of in this place.
‘The Muyong Clan Leader had been putting considerable effort into maintaining that.’
A space managed by the Moyong Clan. Because of this, there were few unnecessary discord or incidents. Other prestigious families’ territories were likely no different, but from my personal impression, Yeolyeong was particularly so.
“This is interesting. I’d like to see more, but we’re heading to your junior’s residence first, aren’t we?”
“That would be the proper course of action.”
I couldn’t very well parade this carriage around town.
Besides.
“…Bringing these people along would also be rather…problematic.”
“A fair point.”
I meant Bang Yoo-seong and Gungwi. Yoo Yul nodded in agreement immediately.
“So, where is your junior’s residence?”
“Ah, we’ll arrive shortly.”
“Really? Given Hyeon’s state, your junior’s household must be quite grand, then?”
“…Grand?”
Hmm.
“…Yes, well, I suppose so.”
Grand, certainly—though in a different sense.

* * *
“…Here?”
Yoo Yul spoke the moment we arrived. His eyes bored into the building before us.
“Yes. This is it.”
“…This is. So.”
“Yes. This is our home.”
“…You mean this is a house?”
Did his doubts begin there? It was certainly understandable to be shocked.
“This is a house?”
“…It is a house?”
This was absurd. No matter how unbelievable it seemed, I couldn’t fathom why he kept confirming it.
‘I understand, though.’
Even I had to admit calling it a house was a stretch. Technically speaking.
‘An abandoned dwelling…?’
That assessment would be fair. Crumbling walls on the verge of collapse. Something barely resembling a door.
Weeds grew wild and spider webs hung everywhere—clearly unmaintained.
“…A house?”
Yoo Yul voiced his doubt once more, staring at it.
At that moment.
“What is this ruin? Where exactly is the house?”
Dok-ryong, who had been managing the carriage, spoke up. This bastard?
“…Your honesty is refreshing, at least.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“Does it sound like one?”
“…No.”
Dok-ryong flinched. I clicked my tongue briefly at the sight.
“Let’s just go inside.”
“…Uh… yeah…”
“Ah, we’ve arrived?”
Bang Yoo-seong appeared from behind, stretching. Someone was following him—Gungwi, looking barely alive.
“…What is this place?”
Gungwi stared at the Bang residence before her, her expression identical to Yoo Yul’s.
“What is this filthy building?”
Her words were harsher than what Dok-ryong had said. This woman…?
“Calling someone’s home filthy. These people are all too much.”
“…This is a house?”
“Stop with that reaction.”
Enough. I didn’t need to hear more. I pressed my brow and approached the door.
Creeeeak. The door groaned as I pulled it open and stepped inside.
“Good heavens.”
Someone inside welcomed us.
It was an old man with snow-white hair and a face creased with wrinkles.
“Chongwan.”
“Oh… and who might this be?”
The old man with a severely hunched back was Bang’s Chongwan.
“Young Master…!”
“How have you been?”
“Oh my…! Young Master…! You’ve finally returned!”
Chongwan, who had been sweeping, walked over slowly. His delighted expression was unmistakable.
“Chongwan, I’ve also come—”
Bang Yoo-seong tried to greet Chongwan.
“How you’ve traveled such a distance…! Had you sent word ahead, this Chongwan would have gone to meet you.”
“Chongwan, I’m here too…”
“Chongwan, you’re elderly—how could I ask you to escort me all that way? It’s right that I came myself.”
“…You remain as kind as ever.”
“…Chongwan?”
Bang Yoo-seong looked at Chongwan with a betrayed expression, but Chongwan paid him no mind. Only when he finally looked at Bang Yoo-seong did I notice it.
“Ah, the Younger Master has also come.”
The coldness in his tone toward me was entirely different from how he’d addressed me before.
“…Isn’t your attitude quite different?”
“What do you mean, sir? Ah, but speaking of which.”
Chongwan smiled again and looked at me.
“Young Master, you seem to have grown taller.”
“Ah.”
Chongwan had noticed that my body had grown larger from my rebirth.
“You’ve grown taller?”
That damned brother of mine hadn’t even noticed.
“Did I? I suppose it might be that way?”
Bang Yoo-seong nodded while looking at me. For the record, he was still taller than me.
“Oh, now that I look, it’s certainly true. Still in your growth phase, I see? Youngest! It’s good to see!”
“…How can you only notice now?”
“Ah… why would I check every detail of how a man grows?”
It was a remarkably confident statement. Yes, this man was indeed like this.
“Chongwan…, never mind that—could you prepare a room inside for our guest?”
“A guest, you say.”
Chongwan looked behind us. As he confirmed our party, his eyes widened.
“Oh…! Could it be that Young Master has brought a guest…!”
“…”
“This Chongwan…, always thought you suited only Ms. Moyong, so I worried somewhat. But it seems that wasn’t the case after all.”
“What do you mean by that…? What were you worried about?”
“I shall attend to the guests at once.”
“Say what you must and go!”
Chongwan entered the house without finishing his response.
It was absurd, truly.
‘…Now it feels real.’
Only after witnessing Chongwan in such a state did it finally sink in.
‘I’ve come home.’
After so long, I had returned to Yeolyeong—to the Bang Clan estate itself.
And so.
I should have anticipated this from the start.
My return to the Bang Clan estate meant only one thing.
That the most troublesome person would soon learn of it….

* * *
Clatter, clatter, clatter.
Someone rolled a marble across the floor, their eyes gleaming with interest.
Black hair, pale skin. The woman who had been reviewing documents lifted her head upon hearing the news.
The exhaustion that had weighed upon her eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a sudden spark of light in her gaze.
“…What did you say?”
Her voice still carried traces of fatigue, yet the fervor that arose made the Guard let out a hollow laugh.
“…The Young Master of the Bang Clan has returned, it seems.”
Whoosh.
At those words, the woman rose to her feet.
“…He’s returned.”
Fury flickered across her flushed face.
“He ignored every letter I sent, yet returns as though nothing happened?”
Crunch.
The document before her crumpled. The woman’s delicate hand had crushed it entirely.
“…This cunning fox….”
Scritch, scritch.
….
The Guard before her fell silent at the scratching sound.
“…Just wait. This time, I won’t let this slide.”
He could only worry for the safety of a certain young man.
It seemed his master was truly furious this time, from head to toe.

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