The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 473

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 473
I sensed much in Muyong Tae’s laughter. First and foremost, it was not a positive feeling.
“You’ve grasped my aura? Ha ha.”
I hadn’t fully perceived it. It was subtle. Subtle, but.
‘The sense of incongruity is unmistakable.’
I definitely felt something from him. It’s not quite right to call it an aura, but to be precise.
‘His very soul is different.’
Those who have achieved rank as martial artists possess different souls. It’s true that such individuals have broader vessels from the start, but the achievements they’ve accomplished are embedded in their souls, creating their rank.
In that sense, Muyong Tae’s rank was quite considerable.
I could not have failed to recognize it.
“I’ve heard the stories often. Yoo Cheon-gil. They say you became the successor to that dead old man.”
“…I was simply fortunate.”
“Fortunate? Fortune—that’s hardly the right word.”
Muyong Tae’s sharp eyes swept across my body.
“You’ve accomplished no small feat. For a Bang Disciple, you haven’t lived idly.”
“…Thank you.”
It seemed to be the only compliment worth hearing. To say a Bang Disciple doesn’t act like a Bang Disciple—that’s something.
“But.”
Muyong Tae’s white brows trembled.
“It seems you couldn’t escape that cursed family’s peculiar nature, could you?”
“…I’m sorry? What do you—”
“Using that handsome face to discard women like worn-out tools.”
“….”
This wasn’t a dagger. He’d simply thrown a bomb. At such harsh words, I couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.
“You’re laughing?”
“Ah, my apologies. It’s simply such a perfect summary.”
I couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to criticize the Bang family.
“I’ve never actually used anyone like that, though.”
“No? Yet you keep so many women around you?”
“…What do you mean—”
“Truly none?”
“Yes. None.”
I was confident. I had no idea what this old man was thinking, but I was genuinely furious at the injustice.
‘Where would I even find a woman.’
In this life, where would there be a woman? In my previous life, I was so consumed with work that I never even held a woman’s hand, and this life was hardly different.
After the broken engagement with Muyong Youngsoon, there had been no woman.
“…Look at this guy?”
At my words, Muyong Tae narrowed his eyes.
“He really doesn’t seem to know?”
“It’s not that I don’t know. There truly is none.”
“You’re not exactly lacking in perception. So what’s the issue?”
“No, that’s not it.”
I protested as if I’d been wronged.
“Whatever feelings they harbor toward me are their own. I never reciprocated, so I’m not at fault. I never exploited them either.”
“….”
Muyong Tae flinched at my words.
I’m not foolish enough to be unaware of my opponent’s emotions.
It’s just.
‘I simply cannot accept them.’
And I had no desire to use them for anything.
“Ha. Shameless brat.”
“Please call it composure instead.”
“…Listen here?”
The corners of Muyong Tae’s mouth lifted. Then he began to tighten his grip on my collar.
“You. You don’t seem to fear me.”
“…No, I’m terrified.”
Cold sweat was already running down my back—what do you mean I’m not afraid?
“Yet you’re remarkably bold for someone so frightened?”
“There are several reasons, but…I simply cannot fathom why you would threaten me.”
“Hooh?”
Go ahead and explain. That was the look in his eyes.
“I’ve done nothing wrong to you. Especially not to the Moyong clan….”
Had I? My mind raced for a brief moment. No. I’ve done things worthy of scolding, but considering what I did for Baekwang, that much can be overlooked.
“I’ve committed no offense. The situation now is one of unjust treatment—”
“And yet you made my precious puppy cry?”
“….”
“Ha, Grandfather!”
My mouth snapped shut. I’m done for.
‘Is that really it?’
Muyong Youngsoon hurriedly interjected at Muyong Tae’s words.
Muyong Youngsoon being called a puppy was one thing, but did she really cry and call for me?
‘Ah, if that’s the case.’
The story changes entirely, doesn’t it? It was something I’d anticipated, but I never actually thought it would come to this.
“At first, I endured it.”
Whoooosh—! Muyong Tae’s robes fluttered against me.
“The betrothal. That which your grandfather forcibly pushed through—I swallowed it with tears of blood.”
So it was coercion. Of course.
‘How could a betrothal with the Moyong clan even happen.’
How could a betrothal between the Bang clan and the Moyong clan have come to pass? I’d simply assumed it was possible because our two grandfathers were close.
But if Muyong Tae disliked our grandfather, that would be strange indeed.
‘What kind of absurd excuse could possibly make this work?’
What sort of unreasonable demand had he made to even arrange an engagement? Just as I found myself wondering about this.
“And you dare break off the engagement in the meantime?”
“…No, that’s…! It was something the Moyong clan desired first.”
Did I bring up breaking the engagement first? No, I didn’t.
“Your granddaughter brought it up first, so I simply accepted it.”
Did I suggest it? She came to me with the proposal, and I merely accepted what she offered. There’s no reason to be angry with me over this.
“Ha. So you intend to make excuses like that.”
“What are you talking about…?”
I only spoke the truth—how is that an excuse?
This mad old man.
“I endured it then too. I barely stopped myself from cutting down the Bang Disciples—I settled for cutting down the mountain instead.”
“….”
Hearing those words, a piece of information flashed through my mind. That day when Muyong Tae appeared in Yeolyeong.
When he cut down Taesan and disappeared.
Was that really because of this?
“If your grandfather hadn’t stopped me, I wouldn’t have even done that much.”
“My grandfather?”
My grandfather came into this? He stopped him?
“Every last one of those Bang Disciples displeases me. Even now, they do. Making tears fall from my precious puppy’s eyes?”
“…I didn’t intentionally cause your puppy sadness. I have my circumstances too….”
“Stop calling her a puppy!”
Muyong Youngsoon shouts from the side. Then she rushes forward and grabs Muyong Tae’s wrist.
“…Grandfather. Let go. Bang Disciple is genuinely a guest who came at your summons. You can’t act like this.”
“…Grandfather, you say…. There’s no need to call me so coldly….”
Muyong Tae wears a wounded expression.
“…Father. Please don’t do this.”
She deliberately changes how she addresses him. I can see her watching my reaction as she speaks.
“I cannot understand it. Suna. How could you be so bewitched by such a reckless fool and torment yourself?”
“Grandfather…! I’m not bewitched!”
“Don’t lie. The Lord of the Clan told me you spend every day in tears!”
“That’s not true… I’m telling you it’s not!”
Youngsoon’s face flushes red. So she’s called Suna? It’s rather cute, actually.
“I haven’t cried…. If I do cry, it would be from embarrassment right now. So please stop.”
“…Hmm.”
Muyong Youngsoon speaks with sincerity. Only after seeing that expression does Muyong Tae release the grip he had on me.
Pat, pat. My collar comes free from his grasp, and I finally straighten my clothes.
“Follow me.”
Muyong Tae speaks and climbs the mountain. I follow behind with an uncomfortable expression on my face.
As I walk in silence, Muyong Youngsoon beside me speaks.
“…I’m sorry.”
She had come to apologize.
“It’s fine. This much is nothing.”
If it was because Yeolyeong had cried, I could understand that.
“…But did you really cry?”
“No… I did cry.”
The way she avoided my eyes suggested it was true. Seeing that, I let out a quiet sigh.
“…Alright.”
No matter how I tried not to care, I found myself caring anyway, but I couldn’t let it show.
I simply followed Muyong Tae in silence, and before long we arrived at the mountain’s peak.
The mountain had been cleanly carved to create a flat surface. Anyone could see it had been artificially maintained.
At its center stood a small, beautifully constructed dwelling.
It seemed this was where Muyong Tae lived.
We didn’t enter the house. Muyong Tae approached a table placed outside.
Whoosh—! He stretched his hand into the air, and a chair that had been leaning against the dwelling flew toward him and was caught.
Thud. Several chairs were set down at the table.
“Sit.”
After speaking, Muyong Tae entered the dwelling.
“I shall take my leave and head down first.”
The Guard finished his guidance, bowed respectfully, and descended the mountain.
We sat in the remaining chairs.
“…”
“…”
Sitting there, we didn’t really talk. Muyong Youngsoon’s expression was quite something.
She looked utterly deflated.
Seeing that, I asked.
“You’re the one who gave the warning, yet your expression is quite amusing.”
“…What am I supposed to do.”
“They say when someone is cherished that much, they might be surprised. That part seems true.”
I was surprised, certainly.
“So you’re called Suni, it seems?”
“…Shut up.”
I wasn’t trying to tease—I was just confirming. Well, actually, I was definitely teasing.
It was rather amusing.
“So Suni is like a puppy then.”
“…”
“Sorry.”
Muyong Youngsoon placed her hand on her waist. Since she was about to draw her sword, I apologized immediately.
“This Suni here gets angry easily— I’m really sorry.”
I did it one more time for good measure. I figured if I was going to apologize, I should do it properly.
“Ha ha.”
“…Is something funny?”
“Yes, quite a bit?”
I never knew he could make such an expression.
It’s amusing.
“And whose fault is it that I’m standing here? You find this funny now? You’re laughing?”
“Isn’t it funny for you?”
“…Whose fault is it that I’m here.”
“It’s not my fault.”
I’d explained it from the beginning—it wasn’t my fault.
Then.
“Do you really think it’s not your fault?”
Muyong Youngsoon asked seriously. I had to pause upon hearing that.
“…I do bear some responsibility. Let’s leave it at that.”
“This is absurd.”
I salvaged what remained of my conscience. Just as Muyong Youngsoon wore an expression of utter disbelief.
Creak. The door opened and Muyong Tae appeared. He held two teacups in his hands.
He placed tea before himself and before Muyong Youngsoon, then poured it with a gentle stream.
I watched intently before asking.
“Elder, what about mine?”
“There is none.”
His expression asked why I would ask such a thing. I nodded in understanding. Right, tea wasn’t what mattered.
Seeing this, Muyong Youngsoon sighed and handed me her cup.
“Drink it. I’m fine without it.”
“I’m fine too.”
“…S-Soon. How could you…!”
“Please don’t call me that… And Grandfather, don’t be so childish.”
“Tsk…”
Muyong Tae clicked his tongue briefly, then retrieved another teacup from thin air.
“Grandfather.”
Only after pouring tea did Muyong Youngsoon ask.
“Why did you call us here?”
“To punish that fool, of course.”
How confident of him…?
“No. There must be another reason, isn’t there?”
Muyong Youngsoon, unconvinced by Muyong Tae’s words, spoke.
And.
“…Hmm.”
Muyong Tae exhaled through his nose while looking at me. It seemed he had something to say.
“You wretched dog of the Bang Clan.”
“That mutt?”
Why was the form of address so vulgar? I froze at his words.
“Your grandfather left something for you.”
“Pardon?”
Muyong Tae continued speaking, and I responded with a start.
Grandfather? Our grandfather?
“…Did our grandfather leave behind some sort of keepsake?”
I asked the fundamental question directly. What keepsake could there be to leave? Our household had nothing like that.
Surprised by my question, Muyong Tae’s expression shifted.
“A keepsake?”
“Isn’t it a keepsake?”
“No, why would the belongings of a man who isn’t dead be called a keepsake?”
“…Pardon?”
What was he saying?
“…Our grandfather hasn’t died?”
“…Why would that bastard be dead?”
“…What?”
He wasn’t dead?
‘Grandfather is alive?’
It was the most shocking thing I’d ever heard.

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