The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 471

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 471
Morning.
Though if I’m being honest, it was barely past dawn—the sun might have risen, or maybe it hadn’t. Perhaps it was in the process of rising.
The point being, it was absurdly early.
The kind of hour when people would ask why you woke up so ungodly early. And it was precisely at such an hour that a visitor arrived.
Arriving this early in the morning hardly qualifies as a proper visit.
An uninvited guest—that would be the fitting description.
‘How could it be otherwise?’
In this land, in this cursed Central Plains world, there were precious few who could dare call the figure standing before me an uninvited guest.
Perhaps none at all. Such was the caliber of this person.
“It has been some time, Lord of the Clan.”
I spoke cautiously, gauging his reaction. At my words, the man took a sip of tea before fixing his gaze upon me.
I flinch. His eyes alone radiate a chilling coldness. I know this is simply his nature, but meeting his gaze remains an ordeal.
“What brings you to visit at such an early hour?”
The identity of my visitor was none other than the Lord of the Clan of the Muyong family—jokingly called the ruler of Hyeon and Yeolyeong.
Baekwang Moyong-hyeok, one of the Five Kings of the Realm.
He was a man who rarely left Yeolyeong and whose emotions scarcely flickered across his face.
‘For him to seek me out at this hour.’
Something had occurred. And with high probability.
‘It’s unlikely to be good news for me.’
I assess the situation. The Baekwang coming to find me can hardly mean anything favorable.
‘He despises the Bang family.’
The Bang family. More precisely, he despises my father. Though my father calls him a close friend, no matter how many times I’ve observed them, the Baekwang has never regarded my father as a friend.
A bitter enmity—that would be the accurate assessment.
And now this Moyong-hyeok has come to the Bang family, which he so dislikes?
‘This is terrifying.’
It had to be something extraordinary. Thus I maintained heightened vigilance as I regarded him.
“Bang Disciple.”
“Yes, Lord of the Clan.”
“I heard there was an incident yesterday.”
“Ah… that.”
I laughed awkwardly as I spoke.
“My apologies. There appears to have been a misunderstanding. The Muyong family’s forces were deployed unnecessarily. I should offer my sincere apologies for—”
“My daughter was crying.”
Damn it.
‘This isn’t it?’
I had chosen the wrong matter to address. My apology froze mid-delivery. There was something far more serious.
‘He didn’t come to blame me for using the Muyong family’s forces to search for me.’
His daughter was crying. The weight of those words struck heavily.
“I apologize.”
“You didn’t come here to hear an apology.”
Baekwang remained expressionless, simply taking a sip of tea.
That made it worse. He clearly had something to say. Or perhaps—
‘He wants something from me.’
The latter seemed more likely. What could he want? It didn’t seem to be an apology.
‘…Damn it.’
Fighting the Samapa bastards would be easier than this. I worked my jaw restlessly.
As my mind raced, Baekwang spoke.
“How is your body?”
“My body…?”
“I heard you engaged in combat.”
“Ah, I’m fine.”
I was unharmed. No serious injuries. My body, at least. Mentally, though, things had become rather troublesome.
[Wow. That old man is pretty handsome too, isn’t he? Why can’t it work out…?]
‘What do you mean “work out,” you insane woman.’
Doyang. Ever since I sealed her soul into the short blade, there had been problems.
She wouldn’t stop talking at all hours, making it incredibly noisy.
Even when I told her to shut up, she wouldn’t listen. I’d have to melt her in a furnace eventually.
[Eek! N-no! I haven’t even been taxidermied yet!]
‘…Ah, I really should melt her.’
This insane blade. I held back a sigh.
“Patcheon Gung. I hear they caused trouble in Yeolyeong.”
“…Ah, yes. I was actually planning to contact you about that, especially since you sent a letter…”
I hadn’t expected him to appear so suddenly the next day.
“…I’m glad we’ve met.”
I spoke words I didn’t mean.
“Do you know anything about Samapa…?”
“A little. They’ve been preparing for a purge recently.”
“They had connections with Patcheon Gung. I’ve dealt with what appeared to be their leader, but there are likely remnants remaining, so I was hoping to—”
“We’ll handle that ourselves.”
“Thank you. And.”
I pulled a letter from my robes. I had intended to send this to the Moyong Clan later, but since Baekwang was here, I decided to deliver it directly.
“I’ve documented the movements and activities of Patcheon Gung, led by Samapa, as well as information regarding the Greenwood Bandits.”
“The Greenwood Bandits?”
“They seem to be attempting to establish connections with Patcheon Gung as well.”
“…”
Baekwang’s eyes widened. There was only one reason to share information of this caliber.
‘A trustworthy person.’
A trustworthy martial artist. Among the few I could count on one hand, Baekwang was one of them.
Regardless of my reservations, he was capable and a decent person.
“…The Green Forest bandits, perhaps?”
“I don’t know the details, but…. The circumstances suggest as much.”
“I’ll prepare a separate investigation.”
“Yes. It would be best to move without involving the Martial Arts Alliance if possible.”
“….”
Perhaps grasping the meaning behind my words, light flickered across Baekwang’s eyes. At the same moment, he nodded toward me.
“Understood. My thanks.”
“Not at all. Rather, I’m grateful that you’re handling what I cannot.”
“Indeed.”
“….”
“….”
After that, silence settled between us. Ah, my unease deepens again.
Why does this keep happening?
“…Hmm.”
I needed to say something, anything. Just as I opened my mouth with that thought—
“The predecessor wishes to see you, Bang Disciple.”
“…Pardon?”
Baekwang spoke first. Hearing those words, my brow furrowed involuntarily.
The predecessor? If it’s the predecessor—
“You mean the Heavenly Sword?”
Heavenly Sword Muyong Baek. The previous Lord of the Moyong Clan and the man who had orchestrated my engagement to Muyong Youngsoon.
I’d heard he’d since retired and spent his days quietly in Yeolyeong.
And besides—
‘I’ve never even met the man.’
All I knew was that he’d been close friends with my grandfather; beyond that, I had no information. I’d thought him a figure I needn’t concern myself with.
‘Why would he suddenly seek me out?’
What reason could that old man have for wanting to see me? Questions bloomed in my mind.
“I suspect the young lady may have done something.”
“…Youngsoon? Or rather, Moryong Sojeo—what could she have done?”
“Who knows.”
Baekwang shook his head. His tone suggested ignorance, but no matter how I looked at it, that wasn’t true.
That man knows something. He’s simply pretending not to.
Though it was plain to see, I couldn’t bring myself to press him. The atmosphere didn’t permit such familiarity.
“I’ll send a carriage just before afternoon.”
“Ah, so my opinion doesn’t matter in this?”
“I’ve already obtained permission from your household, Bang Disciple. Are you refusing?”
“….”
He’s asking for time to consider, but this doesn’t seem like a situation where refusal is an option.
Especially not when the Lord of the Moyong Clan himself has come directly.
‘What was I even crying about?’
Muyong Youngsoon was troubled as well.
“No, it’s not… if it’s just to see his face and return…”
“I understand.”
The Baekwang rose to his feet as if the main discussion had concluded. With that, he withdrew something from his robes and handed it to me.
“A gift, then.”
“Suddenly…?”
A gift out of nowhere? Looking at the object, it was a Youngsoon.
“What is this…?”
“A Baek Yeon Youngsoon.”
“Insane.”
I cursed without thinking. A Baek Yeon Youngsoon was among the highest-tier Youngsoones.
Of course, it wasn’t on the level of items like Jaseodan or Summoning Pills, but with just this one, I could accumulate a considerable amount of capital.
In any case, it was certain that this was something money couldn’t buy.
“Why are you giving this to me…?”
Bewildered by why he was suddenly giving this to me, I asked.
“The justification is that you eliminated an evildoer on behalf of the Moyong clan in Yeolyeong.”
The Baekwang turned slightly away as he added his words to me.
“In truth, it’s because my daughter stubbornly insisted I give it to you, pretending it wasn’t her own request.”
“…”
Surely he shouldn’t be saying such things to me. That thought crossed my mind the moment I heard it.
“Furthermore, consider it the venting of a poor father. No matter how cold a father might be, I’m not so callous as to ignore my daughter’s tears.”
“…”
The Baekwang finished speaking and moved toward the door.
He closed it behind him and left. Left alone, I stared at the Baek Yeon Youngsoon.
“…Damn.”
A hollow laugh escaped me. It felt like I’d been outmaneuvered.
‘I couldn’t even refuse.’
Before I could say I wouldn’t accept it, he’d cut off my words and departed. Truly a remarkable man.
To silence me like that.
“Ha ha…”
I wrapped the Baek Yeon Youngsoon in cloth and placed it in my robes.
“…Right.”
I ran my hand through my hair. It seemed I needed to make preparations.

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By afternoon, Baekwang sent the carriage as promised.
A neat and ornate carriage—unmistakably bearing the mark of the Moyong clan.
“I greet you, Young Master Bang. I shall ensure your safe passage.”
A courteous coachman, entirely unlike our Dok-ryong. He didn’t seem like an ordinary coachman either. There was an air of proper training about him.
Faced with such formality, I returned the greeting somewhat awkwardly.
“Ah, yes. Thank you for your service.”
I opened the door. Inside was a familiar face.
“….”
“….”
Youngsoon. Our eyes meet. Muyong Youngsoon averts her gaze, looking out the window instead.
She didn’t seem inclined to greet me at all.
“Have you been well?”
I attempt to strike up a conversation, but the silence persists. Should I even board this carriage? I’m hesitating when—
“…Get in.”
Muyong Youngsoon speaks in a cold voice. Hearing that, I take a seat in front.
“We shall depart.”
Whiiii—! The carriage lurches forward.
As the carriage pulls away from the Bang residence and I’m truly convinced we’re leaving, Muyong Youngsoon speaks to me.
“I’m telling you beforehand—I didn’t do anything.”
“…Hm?”
She didn’t do anything?
“I didn’t tell Father anything, and I certainly didn’t show any displeasure to Grandfather.”
But Baekwang said Muyong Youngsoon must have done something. Was that not the case?
“…Then why?”
Why am I being dragged along? Confused, I ask, and Muyong Youngsoon shakes her head.
“I don’t know. Why Grandfather summoned you…. I just wanted to make clear that I’m not the reason.”
Muyong Youngsoon continues speaking, still gazing out the window.
“And. Since you’re going anyway, I’ll give you one warning.”
“A warning?”
“…My grandfather is quite an unusual person. He dotes on me excessively, so don’t be too shocked.”
“….”
Even the renowned Muyong Youngsoon is cautioning me.
‘…That warning only makes me more anxious.’
What kind of person could he be?
An anxiety I hadn’t felt in months began to rise within me.

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