The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 493

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 493
“Get out.”
At Gungwi’s words, the surroundings fell silent. The air froze with a chilling coldness.
Jintaeryeong’s expression, who had come to mediate, reflected the same atmosphere.
“…Miss, what did you just….”
“If you can’t understand simple words— Mmph!”
I stepped forward and covered Gungwi’s mouth. What was I supposed to do with this insane person?
‘I’ll have to perform an exorcism later.’
She was clearly possessed by a malevolent spirit. There was no other explanation for such madness. A person shouldn’t act this way.
After barely stopping her, I spoke to Jintaeryeong.
“Ah, I sincerely apologize. My servant occasionally has these moments where her mind goes astray.”
“…What?”
“Please, feel free to take whatever food you’d like. We can always order more.”
I needed to smooth things over. I absolutely despised complications. Especially, I had a strong feeling I shouldn’t get entangled with this man.
As I spoke those words—
“A servant?”
Jintaeryeong looked at Gungwi and let out a short laugh.
“A servant, you say. Was I really showing courtesy to such a lowborn creature?”
“Huh?”
What? The atmosphere had changed quite dramatically.
“I had assumed this inn wouldn’t be so crude, but it seems I was mistaken— how embarrassing.”
Jintaeryeong’s expression transformed. Not just his tone, but his face changed so drastically it was remarkable.
“Are you the master of this servant?”
“Well, I suppose so?”
“Mmph, mmph!”
At my affirmation, Gungwi protested. I forcibly silenced her. This was unbearably loud.
“Then how do you intend to resolve the disrespect shown to me?”
“Resolve it?”
“Indeed. A mere servant dared tell me to leave.”
“That’s true. The girl simply lacks sense, I’m afraid. I sincerely apologize. Please allow me to apologize on her behalf.”
I even lowered my head as I spoke.
“That won’t suffice.”
Jintaeryeong laughed softly and continued.
“If a mere apology would resolve this, I wouldn’t be saying such things.”
“…I see.”
Hearing that, I also narrowed my eyes. His attitude was escalating.
“Then what exactly do you wish for?”
“Cut off her arm.”
“What?”
At those words, my eyes narrowed. Cut off what? Her arm?
“Cut off his arm?”
“Yes. Cut off his arm. If a mere servant dares commit such rudeness, shouldn’t I impose appropriate punishment?”
“Even so, cutting off his arm seems excessive. I will severely reprimand him, so please let this matter pass gracefully.”
“Ha.”
Jintaeryeong lets out a hollow laugh at my response.
“Listen here, Young Master.”
“Yes.”
“Haven’t you heard who I am?”
“I have. You’re Jintaeryeong, Young Master.”
“Exactly. I am that Jintaeryeong. I don’t understand how many times I need to repeat myself.”
“…What?”
“I’m telling you how deeply displeased I am. I have important matters to attend to ahead. I cannot proceed in this foul mood, so I must resolve this one way or another.”
“…I see.”
So right now.
“You’re going to cut off my servant’s arm to improve your mood?”
“He committed rudeness, and the justification is sufficient. What’s the problem?”
“There are so many problems I don’t even know where to start pointing them out.”
I removed my hand from Gungwi’s mouth. As if waiting for this moment, she speaks up.
“What is this bastard saying?”
“Be quiet. I’m having a conversation right now.”
“…!”
I covered Gungwi’s mouth again with irritation. Ah, this is exactly why I said it would become bothersome.
“I can apologize as much as needed. So couldn’t we simply let this matter go?”
“Let it go? My mood is far too sour to let it go. It’s unreasonable for me to suffer rudeness in a place like this and simply move on.”
“I’m saying it’s not at the level of cutting off an arm. I thought an apology might be sufficient to resolve this. Go on, apologize.”
“Me… me?”
“Do it quickly.”
“…”
Gungwi’s eyes widen. Then she bites her lip before finally speaking.
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
She speaks in a deflated voice. Seeing this, I look back at Jintaeryeong.
“My servant has been quite rude. He is still young and lacks discipline. I humbly ask that you overlook this with your generous heart—”
“…This is ridiculous.”
Jintaeryeong sighs at my words. That’s when it happened.
“It seems he won’t understand through words alone.”
In that instant, I sense his energy. I see his hand moving to draw his sword. *Clang.*
Just as his blade was about to leave its scabbard.
*Crack—!*
“Huh?”
His sword never emerged into the world. My palm had blocked the pommel of his blade.
“What the—cough.”
Jintaeryeong struggled desperately to draw his sword, but no matter how hard he pulled, the blade wouldn’t budge an inch.
“Please don’t do that. If you draw the sword, things will get worse.”
“You bastard…!”
Fire blazed in Jintaeryeong’s eyes. Finally, he knocked my hand away with his other hand and created distance between us.
“I thought you were nobody, but you’ve got something. What’s your identity? Tell me your name.”
“…”
Tell him my name? Right now I had my face covered with a bamboo hat anyway, so I had no desire to reveal myself.
“I simply hope we can let this pass peacefully. We’re people who won’t see each other again anyway.”
I tried to persuade him one last time. I genuinely hoped this would end quietly.
*Shing—!*
“Ridiculous. You suffer this much and just walk away? The name Jintaeryeong would be shamed.”
“Young Master Jegal, please be reasonable.”
“That’s right. He seems to know nothing at all.”
His companions laughed and spoke. Encouraged by their words, Jintaeryeong grinned wickedly.
“If you won’t tell me, I’ll find out by any means necessary.”
“…Ah, seriously.”
I’ve run into a troublesome man. I let out a deep sigh. The old saying warned to be careful even on the way to an inn.
I never thought I’d encounter something like this today.
“From what I heard earlier, you have important matters to attend to afterward. Can’t you just go?”
“Yes, I have very important matters.”
Jintaeryeong spoke proudly, ignoring my words.
“I’ve come here as Jintaeryeong to arrange a betrothal with the Moyong family.”
“…What?”
A betrothal?
I froze involuntarily at those words. A betrothal?
My mind moved slowly as I processed what I heard. A betrothal? A betrothal, you say? How is that even possible?
Did Baekwang have another daughter? That shouldn’t be the case. She was their only daughter. But a betrothal?
*Whoosh—!!*
While I stood dazed, Jintaeryeong moved. He swung his sword at me.
“Prepare yourself. Whatever you are—!”
*Crack—!*
“Cough!?”
Before the blade could reach me, his hand was flicked away and he lost his grip on the sword. I had struck his wrist.
*Clang—!*
The sword clattered across the floor, and Jintaeryeong’s eyes widened at the sight.
“How is this—cough!?”
There was no time to react. I grabbed him and slammed him onto the table.
“Ugh!”
I seized his arms and pinned him down, preventing any movement. Then I spoke to him.
“…An engagement between the Moyong Clan and the Jegal Clan? What are you talking about?”
I scowled and asked, watching him drool from his mouth.
“Ugh… Let… let go…!”
“Answer first. What do you mean by that?”
“It’s… exactly as I said… I came to arrange an engagement between the Jegal and Moyong clans.”
An engagement between the Moyong and Jegal clans? They’re doing that? My eyes narrowed involuntarily. I couldn’t understand it. If Baekwang approved of it—
‘…No, there’s nothing strange about it.’
I had already broken off the engagement with the Bangseong Clan. There was nothing wrong with the Moyong Clan proceeding with an engagement with anyone else. I knew that, but it irritated me nonetheless.
“Let go…!”
Jintaeryeong continued to struggle.
“You bastard…! I’m also a guest of the Moyong Clan. You think you’ll get away with this!?”
“You’ll get beaten, sure.”
“What?”
“Right now, it’ll end with just a beating. But—”
My eyes grew cold.
“If our Young Master Jegal keeps acting up, it might not end with just that.”
“…What are you saying right now?”
“Let’s end this. I’ve apologized, my attendant has apologized, and I’ll even provide food if you want. Swallow that pride of yours. Otherwise—”
*Crunch.*
“Ugh!?”
I tightened my grip on Jintaeryeong’s arm as I spoke.
“I’ll break your arm. Is that what you want?”
“You… you bastard…! Do you really think you can…!”
“I hate repeating myself. Make a decision quickly.”
*Crack.*
“Ahhhhh!!”
I applied more pressure. His arm made a sound, and he screamed.
If I pushed any harder here, it would snap. Keeping that in mind, I spoke.
“I’m counting to three. Say you’ll stop within that time.”
“I… I…!”
“One.”
“You know I’m Jintaeryeong of the Jegal Clan and yet you do this…!”
“Two.”
“I will never forget this insult. I swear I will…!”
“Three.”
“I’ll stop!”
At his final words, I released the pressure on his arm.
“Ahhhhh…!”
Jintaeryeong finally stepped back, clutching his shoulder. Cold sweat covered his face.
“You… you bastard…!”
“As promised, that’s where we stop. I hope there’s nothing more to say.”
“You…. Truly.”
“I have no intention of hearing the same words again. Should you have any complaints.”
I lifted the bamboo hat I was wearing upward. I gazed at the man with Wol-an’s eyes wide open.
“Huh…?”
Jintaeryeong flinched upon seeing my eyes. Azure eyes. White hair. It seemed he recalled something upon witnessing that. Fortunately, he appeared to know my appearance.
“…Take your complaint directly to Bangseong-yeon of the Cheongwol Sect. I’ll accept it.”
“…Bangseong-yeon…? Wait, surely not.”
The reaction came from the men behind Jintaeryeong.
“Wol-hyeop…!”
“The Hero of Hanam…? Geomseong’s Predecessor? How did that person come to be here…!”
“I heard he was from Yeolyeong. Is it really true….”
“…Wol-hyeop, you say.”
I saw Jintaeryeong’s eyes tremble at the reactions of those behind him. Seeing that, I grabbed Gungwi.
“Let’s go. It seems we’re no longer in a position to eat.”
“Ugh….”
She looked reluctant to leave behind all that food. But what could I do? This was all because of what this man had caused.
I grabbed Gungwi and passed by Jintaeryeong.
“…Kugh….”
I could see him trembling as he looked at me. I ignored it.
And so Bangseong-yeon passed by.
“Bangseong-yeon…. That Wol-hyeop?”
Murderous intent crystallized in Jintaeryeong’s eyes.
Bitterly cold, at that.

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Shortly after the incident with Jintaeryeong, I sought out the Moyong clan.
I met with Baekwang as promised.
The original purpose would have been to hand over the information about Patcheon Gung that I had prepared.
“It’s true.”
“Pardon?”
I asked Baekwang about Jintaeryeong.
And he answered me.
“The talk of a betrothal between the Jegal clan. It is indeed being discussed.”
The story I heard at the inn was not mistaken.
Baekwang was telling me as much.

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