The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 480

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 480
“What did you just say?”
I sought out Muyong Youngsoon and told her.
“About the merchant caravan business with the Pyo Clan this time. I’m going with them.”
“…What do you mean by that?”
Muyong Youngsoon questioned me with eyes that feigned incomprehension. She couldn’t possibly not understand—that clever girl grasped my meaning perfectly.
She was simply asking because something felt off about it.
“I told you. I’m participating in the merchant caravan business.”
“…Why would you insert yourself into that?”
“Because I want to make money…?”
“…Is that what you call an excuse?”
“It is an excuse. But it won’t work, will it?”
“You know that, so why ask?”
“Ah, this isn’t a question. It’s a notification.”
“What?”
A notification? Her words caught me off guard.
Just as Muyong Youngsoon’s expression began to crumple, I spoke to her.
“I’ve already obtained permission from Baekwang.”
“…What do you…!”
“But since the person in charge is Moryong Sojeo, I came to notify you.”
“The Lord of the Clan approved this?”
“Yes.”
I had obtained his permission.
Damn it. I’d used up a wish token I’d been saving for this. There was no other way.
‘What other method could there be?’
I couldn’t explain my reasons, nor could I speak of anything else. But the merchant caravan had to proceed, and this was the simplest method I could devise.
“So I’m counting on you.”
“…What’s the real reason?”
“Ugh… If I could tell you, would I be doing this?”
“Why are you being so shameless?”
Since I’d already committed to this course of action, I might as well own it shamelessly. What else could I do?
“Anyway, see you later.”
“This is ridiculous…? You’re really joining the merchant caravan? Do you even know what this is?”
“I don’t. But I have to go.”
“Ha.”
Muyong Youngsoon let out a hollow laugh.
“…You’re not planning to cause any trouble for the caravan, are you?”
“What trouble could I possibly cause? That’s not it at all.”
“…Sigh.”
Muyong Youngsoon exhaled a long breath.
“I’m not sure how you obtained the Lord of the Clan’s permission, but if he truly granted it, then there’s nothing I can do about it. However, I do hope you have no intention of causing harm. If such a thing were to occur—”
“I’ll step in. Just don’t accept it.”
“…Yes. Please do so.”
After finishing her words, Muyong Youngsoon focused on the letter before her. It was her way of telling me to leave quickly so she could work.
Seeing that, I shrugged my shoulders and departed.
Just as I was about to close the door and leave.
“Make sure you eat. Don’t skip meals again just because you’re working.”
I left after saying that one thing.

* * *
Click.
After the door closed, Muyong Youngsoon set down the letter she’d been holding.
“….”
‘Make sure you eat.’
Those words lingered quietly. Her previously tangled thoughts organized themselves with ease.
“How irritating.”
He was truly an insufferable man. If he wouldn’t maintain distance, he shouldn’t say such things.
Yet she found herself remembering that he didn’t eat while working.
He had a good memory too. She truly hated it.
Rustle. As if to forget, she examined the letter repeatedly. The room filled only with the sound of pages turning.
“….”
Muyong Youngsoon finally set down the letter she’d been holding.
“…Ah, this is truly irritating.”
When frustration welled up within her, she spoke outside the door.
“Bring me some food. Anything simple will do.”
-U-understood.
The attendant’s voice faltered for a moment in response. It was something she rarely requested.
Listening to the attendant depart, Muyong Youngsoon leaned back in her chair.
‘Pyohaeng, that man.’
She couldn’t understand why he insisted on following her.
What was his purpose? He wasn’t someone who moved without reason.
Though she found it puzzling.
‘…What would I know.’
She decided not to think further. Trying to understand him would be endless. Ultimately, it was clear she would only fall deeper into an abyss.
Muyong Youngsoon shook her head and grasped the letter.
And so Pyohaeng’s matter came to pass.

* * *
The day of collaboration between the Moyong Clan and the Jinchung Escort Agency.
Carriages lined up at the edge of Hyeon, their departure point. The escorts were adjusting their posture, while others organized the carriages and pushed cargo inside.
Then.
“I appreciate your guidance.”
I stepped into their midst.
“What’s this? A new recruit?”
“Yes, sir. I’ve been sent from the Moyong Clan.”
“From the Moyong Clan? This scrawny kid?”
The escorts looked me over with frowns.
“Looks like he’d fly away if you flicked him.”
“I doubt he can even carry cargo properly.”
“I heard the Moyong Clan was sending Martial Artists. Is this all they’ve got?”
Complaints erupted. They were judging me solely by my appearance.
My current state was completely ordinary.
That was because I was wearing the Inpimyeonggu.
‘It’s remarkable every time I see it.’
A disguise that bordered on perfection, not merely adequate. The makeup application was so flawless that even I wouldn’t find my own face suspicious.
And.
‘Those ones too.’
The people standing beside me. I internally marveled at the three-person unit I was part of.
‘Which one of them is the Branch Leader?’
One of the three was the Branch Leader. She had appeared here in disguise, and I was participating in the escort mission with them. Yet I couldn’t tell which one she was.
She had disguised herself as a man despite being a woman, and it showed no signs of being detected.
‘Truly impressive.’
She had prepared my Inpimyeonggu as well. After arranging my appearance so ordinarily, she said she would come in disguise herself.
And she had transformed perfectly.
“We appreciate your guidance.”
The three of them bowed. Their speech patterns were seamless. How were they producing those heavy voices?
None of the three sounded like youths.
“Well, just don’t get in the way.”
The escorts’ territorial nature was well-known. Their reaction mattered little to me.
“Sirs, preparations are complete.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, sir. Before departure, Moryong Sojeo has something to say….”
“Ah, then we should go.”
At the mention that Muyong Youngsoon, the escort mission’s director, was looking for them, the escort moved urgently.
Watching that, I surveyed my surroundings.
‘The cargo.’
It must be hidden somewhere in one of the carriages. Given how many carriages they were using.
‘Is it really that important?’
It could be. Or it might not be.
‘If it were truly critical, Baekwang would have moved himself.’
Entrusting the Pyo Clan with such preparations was inherently risky.
If they were truly avoiding all eyes, perhaps it could work.
‘But it’s still a dangerous choice either way.’
Even Haowen caught wind of it, didn’t they?
‘So there are two possibilities here.’
Either Haowen fed me false information.
Or the Moyong Clan has another objective entirely.
It has to be one of the two.
‘The latter seems more likely.’
I rule out the possibility that Haowen lied. They had no reason to. Especially considering the Branch Leader.
Of course, this too isn’t certain. There were details that prevented me from dismissing it completely.
Click. My fingers toyed with the divine blade at my waist.
“We should depart. Preparations await.”
The Haowen Disciple approached and spoke to me.
I’d never seen this person before. The same went for the others.
“You’re not going to tell me which of the three you are?”
The Martial Artist responded to my question.
“No. The Branch Leader hopes you’ll identify him yourself.”
“How ridiculous.”
What kind of pointless theater was this? They could just tell me and we’d move forward smoothly. Did I really need to worry about identifying the Branch Leader while conducting business?
‘Terrible personality, honestly.’
This was someone I genuinely didn’t want to entangle myself with.

* * *
“As the representative of the Moyong Clan, I humbly ask for your cooperation.”
“Have no worries…! We shall accomplish this task with our very lives on the line.”
At Muyong Youngsoon’s words, the man grins widely and responds. The Martial Artists behind him react similarly.
“So the rumors about Yeolyeong Jeil-mi are true, then.”
“…I’ve never seen a woman this beautiful in my entire life.”
“Not only is she beautiful. I heard her abilities are exceptional too?”
Everyone is captivated by Muyong Youngsoon’s overwhelmingly stunning appearance, their eyes glued to her. It’s unavoidable—she truly is breathtakingly beautiful.
There’s a reason she diligently wears a face veil wherever she goes. Her appearance has caused her no end of troublesome situations.
I observe all this from a distance.
‘The journey takes four days.’
While everyone else is mesmerized by Muyong Youngsoon, I’m busy running through the plan.
Not a particularly long timeframe. Even accounting for the return trip, it’s short.
‘What exactly are we transporting?’
They claim it’s jewelry and accessories prepared by the Moyong Trading Company. But it can’t be just that.
If it were merely that, neither Haowen nor Nolrimdo would need to get involved.
So what is it then? What cargo warrants such elaborate measures? As I’m pondering this—
“Prepare yourselves!”
The escort leader shouts.
Muyong Youngsoon has already boarded the carriage. At his command, I make my preparations too.
‘Whatever it is.’
I hope nothing goes wrong. But with my cursed luck, that seems impossible.
‘…Let the disaster be manageable.’
That’s all I can pray for—that if something does go wrong, it stays within acceptable bounds.

* * *
A sharp breath cut through the silence.
In the darkness of the forest, the Masked Man knelt before the figure seated in the cave.
“The surface movement is beginning, they say.”
At that report, the Cave Dweller lifted his head.
A chilling presence swept through the air.
“The Moyong clan is making a move, you said.”
“That is correct.”
“And Baekwang remains still, yes?”
“Yes. Baekwang will not move due to other matters.”
“How unfortunate.”
Honwondo let out a regretful sigh.
“I thought I might finally face Baekwang, but if he doesn’t move, there’s no need for me to step forward either.”
I had been anticipating a confrontation with Baekwang, the supreme master and Lord of the Moyong clan. But it seemed that would not come to pass.
“I had harbored such hopes.”
Had I killed Baekwang, perhaps I could have even met the previous Lord of the Moyong clan, who had supposedly retired into seclusion.
Such expectations I held, yet alas, they would not be fulfilled.
“Or perhaps—would it be resolved if I simply invaded the Moyong clan now?”
“…That, that is…”
“I jest.”
Honwondo laughed as he spoke. It was half jest, though not entirely.
In any case, the Gungju’s orders made such action impossible.
“What of the Nolrimdo?”
“They await your command.”
“Then have them deploy their formation.”
“I shall instruct them to prepare at once.”
I delegated the task to Nolrimdo. The original plan was just that—I had assigned them work to test their mettle.
In the midst of this, I had been curious about the one who had slain my subordinates.
“Hmm.”
Suddenly, Honwondo tilted his head.
“Wait—”
“Yes?”
My subordinate hesitated at my words.
“This should work. My schedule is clear anyway.”
“What do you mean, sir…?”
“Tell Nolrimdo this.”
A sinister smile spread across Honwondo’s face.
“I shall handle this matter personally.”
“…!”
The surroundings stirred at those words.
It seemed something unexpected had occurred in the matter.
The sort of unexpected development that Bangseong-yeon would despise most.

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