The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 492

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 492
An envoy delegation from the Demonic Sect.
I had to pause at that absurd statement. An envoy delegation? To Sinkang?
[Tsk tsk.]
Just as I was thinking what nonsense this was, I heard someone laughing. The Celestial Demon.
The man embedded in the Eunwol Sword chuckled quietly.
[Didn’t I tell you? That the time would eventually come.]
“….”
So the time has come. Damn it, why now? I should have just pushed back the timing.
“…This arrived just now?”
Speaking while looking at the Eunwol Sword, he answered while rustling the letter.
“They delivered it this morning at the pavilion and left.”
“Ah, of all things.”
“By the way, it’s not just our junior going.”
“…Is that so? The letter didn’t mention anything like that.”
“It was probably on the back?”
At those words, I read it more carefully. Now that I looked, it was indeed written there. That there would be four of us, including me.
‘Four?’
How could there be four? That was somewhat puzzling, but this wasn’t the time to worry about such things. What mattered was that ultimately, I had to go to Sinkang.
‘The Demonic Sect.’
The resurrected Demonic Sect. Was I heading there now? Ah, could this be what was mentioned before?
‘That we would exchange envoys with each other.’
The Young Master would go from the Alliance’s side.
And disciples from the Orthodox Sect would go from the Demonic Sect’s side. That’s what I remember. Ah, that’s right. I had agreed to go as well.
It was all part of the original plan. Oh, my head feels heavy.
“…Right after returning, something came up.”
“Were you planning to head back soon?”
“Yes. I was planning to depart by tomorrow.”
“Oh…. That’s faster than expected?”
“I’ve finished everything I needed to do.”
There was nothing more to accomplish here, nothing more to do.
“Thank you for letting me know. I’ll inform the other members of my party that I’m departing tomorrow.”
“When are you planning to leave?”
“Dawn would be too early. Perhaps in the afternoon after finishing my schedule?”
“Understood. I’ll keep that in mind.”
The Eunwol Sword left, and I scratched my head. Sinkang, huh.
‘The Celestial Demon was right.’
I would end up going anyway. It seemed this was my destined path. Just as he said.
‘Yes.’
I had to accept it.
I’ll go.
But.
‘I can’t just leave like this.’
I needed to decide what to do once I got there. I had no intention of going quietly.
‘I need to have a word with him.’
A conversation with Cheon Rijin-an was necessary. One that tilted the scales in my favor, if possible.

* * *
Early morning arrived. I’d trained through the night without sleeping. These days, I wasn’t sleeping at all.
Training with the sword was exhilarating.
I couldn’t believe those words were coming from my own mouth, yet they were true.
“Exhale.”
Since reaching the realm of Divine Sword Unity, it had become even more so. That sense of exaltation I felt then—I wanted to experience it again, no matter what.
I continued swinging the blade, again and again. Concentrating, always concentrating.
It was different from simply strengthening my sword force or striving to reach a state of selflessness.
I grasped what needed to be obtained and struggled toward that destination.
Yoo Cheon-gil had once said it—a place I would eventually reach as I mastered the sword and martial arts.
Whether it was the Celestial Demon or anyone else, they all spoke of it the same way.
Something I hadn’t believed.
I’d never been interested in martial arts whatsoever. But what about now?
Squeeze.
My grip tightened around the Divine Sword.
The Moonlight Tremor Force, which had been loosely dispersed through the blade, flared with renewed brilliance.
‘Should I continue a bit longer?’
The thought crossed my mind to train a little more.
Whoosh.
I dispersed the sword force I’d been cultivating. There were other matters to attend to. The timing was awkward for more training.
Clang.
I sheathed the Divine Sword and hastily gathered my energy. Then I washed up roughly, changed clothes, and headed outside.
“Where are you going?”
Just then, Gungwi, who’d been waiting at the entrance, ambushed me with the question.
“I have business to attend to.”
“Come with me.”
“…Why should I?”
Why would I take this troublesome one along? I spoke with obvious distaste, yet Gungwi seemed desperate somehow.
“…I want to eat outside.”
“…”
That’s the desperate reason? A sigh nearly escaped me. It was truly pathetic.
“…Why are you really like this?”
And yet she was the Celestial Demon—one of the heroes who saved the world. How had she fallen to such depths?
It shouldn’t have been like this originally.
No, when I first saw her, she definitely possessed an overwhelming presence. At least, that’s how Gungwi appeared to me.
‘What is this.’
It wasn’t that she’d gone mad for food. Her body had regressed, and clearly her mental age had regressed along with it.
“…Let’s go.”
“Oh! Really?”
“Yes.”
I decided to take her along out of pity. We were leaving early anyway. This much I could do.
With that thought, I brought her along.
“What would you like to eat?”
“Hmm…. Well, I suppose there are various options.”
Should we go somewhere decent? There was one place that wasn’t bad.
It was a place connected to the Muyong Clan, and also somewhere I’d been dragged to by Muyong Youngsoon several times when I was younger.

* * *
“Welcome. Do you have a reservation?”
The moment we entered, she confirmed the reservation. She wasn’t an ordinary waitress.
She clearly appeared to be a well-trained staff member.
“No reservation, but I have this.”
I handed over the token I’d brought beforehand.
“Ah…. I see. I’ll prepare a table for you right away.”
It was a token I’d received from the Muyong Clan long ago. They’d said that with this, I could freely visit any establishment connected to the Muyong Clan.
I’d never actually used it. If I made a mistake and word reached my father or older brother.
‘They’d definitely try to steal it somehow.’
It was obvious. Those people would definitely do that. So I refrained as much as possible. Just knowing that I’d entered and left this place would reach my household.
Damn those ears—they’re all such capable people.
“Please head up to the third floor!”
“Thank you.”
I was guided to our table, and the moment we sat down, Gungwi spoke.
“What’s delicious here?”
“…Everything should be fine?”
It had been a long time since I’d eaten here, but everything was good.
“So I can order anything?”
“Order whatever you’d like.”
It wasn’t my money anyway. The authority embedded in this token was worth that much. At my words, Gungwi raised her hand enthusiastically.
“Everything that’s delicious!”
“…Everything, you say?”
“Yes. Bring it all.”
The staff member hurried downstairs at her words, and I had to sigh at how bright she looked. She seemed to have lost all sense of dignity. Now she was simply enjoying herself.
As I waited for the food and looked at Gungwi, she had a look in her eyes as if she wanted something.
“…Why?”
“Can I order some alcohol?”
“Is that acceptable?”
“Ah, come on! A drink would be nice.”
“I won’t be drinking. I have plans later. I need to meet with someone important.”
“Tsk. Then I suppose I’ll just…”
“Are you heading home?”
“Fine.”
Alcohol be damned. Where exactly is he trying to go with this?
This is absurd.
It would actually be amusing to see him drinking in his current state.
‘I should just eat quickly and leave.’
This wasn’t the time to be chatting with Gungwi. I just needed to eat and get going. That’s all I was thinking when—
“The seating here is excellent.”
“It’s certainly well-maintained, isn’t it?”
Someone enters. What’s this? I’d never seen these people before. There were roughly two or three of them.
They appeared to be around my age, perhaps a bit older.
They weren’t from Yeolyeong. I could tell at a glance.
“I heard the Moyong Clan directly manages this place. That must be why it’s so well-kept.”
“Ah. Now that you mention it, certainly…”
“You think so as well, don’t you, Young Master Jegal?”
“Mm.”
The young man called Young Master Jegal nods. He’s handsome. Not quite as much as me, but he carries the bearing of a noble young master. At first glance, he looked like someone born into a prestigious clan.
‘A martial artist.’
From the condition of his muscles and the sword worn at his waist, he was definitely a martial artist.
‘Young Master Jegal?’
I mentally scroll through the martial families with the surname Jegal. At this point, I didn’t have any particular information.
“Then, when are you planning to meet with the Muyong Clan Leader?”
“I’ve sent a letter, so it should happen sometime today.”
A mention of Baekwang reaches my ears. My attention sharpens.
A meeting with the Muyong Clan Leader? That shouldn’t be possible.
‘I already have an appointment with him today.’
My private audience with him is already scheduled.
I needed to meet with him because of matters related to Patcheon Gung.
But this man came to see the Muyong Clan Leader? Who does he think he is?
Just as I’m casting a sidelong glance, a waitress enters with food.
There was quite a lot of it.
“…What…”
“Oh! It’s here!”
So much food came out…? I’m staring in disbelief, but Gungwi’s face is bright with excitement.
Tables overflowed with dishes, and they’d even brought additional tables to accommodate the abundance.
The grand spectacle drew everyone’s attention. Those who entered looked around with wonder at the sight.
“What kind of food is all this….”
“Just the two of you eating all that…?”
The quality of the food was excellent. At a glance, it looked delicious.
Amid this display, the one called Jegal Jin summoned a waitress.
“You there.”
“Ah, yes!”
“We’d like to place an order as well.”
“Ah…. Um, could you wait just a moment? We have quite a backlog of orders, so it may take some time.”
“…It will take time?”
Her words seemed to be the problem, as Jegal Jin’s face crumpled.
“Ha! You fool. Do you know who this person is before spouting such nonsense?”
“This is none other than Jegal Taeryeong, Young Master of the Sanseojin Clan.”
‘Jegal Taeryeong.’
Now I knew the name. The Sanseojin Clan? I knew of them too. I’d heard they were a respectable noble house.
Truthfully, compared to my own clan, they’d excel in every way. My side barely deserves the title of noble house, so it’s questionable why we even bear that name.
“Young Master Jegal says he’s hungry, so what? It takes time?”
“We must ensure the work is done properly—”
“Haha. Everyone, please calm yourselves.”
Jegal Taeryeong stepped forward amid his companions’ unreasonable behavior.
“Don’t be like that. Everyone has their circumstances, surely. If it takes time…. Well then.”
Jegal Taeryeong turned his gaze toward us.
“Wouldn’t it be possible to have them yield some of their food? I’ll pay the full amount, of course.”
‘Huh?’
Our food? Before I could even respond, Jegal Taeryeong approached us.
“Forgive my intrusion. I am Jegal Taeryeong.”
“Ah, yes. I heard.”
As if I couldn’t hear with how loudly he announced it.
“I heard the food takes time…. If possible, I’d like to purchase and take a few dishes.”
“Mm.”
It wasn’t a bad proposal. We could always order more food.
Besides, I doubted we’d finish all of this anyway, and he was offering to pay.
We could give him some.
Having decided this, I nodded.
“Yes. Then I’ll give you a few——”
“Get lost.”
“…?”
Before I could finish speaking, Gungwi spoke to Jegal Taeryeong with a cold gaze.
“…Miss. What did you just say….”
He seemed to mishear as well, asking me to repeat myself.
“Get lost. I have no intention of giving it to you.”
“…What?”
Jintaeryeong’s expression crumpled.
‘Damn it, this is going to blow up.’
Faced with a situation on the verge of disaster, I could only sigh.

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