The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 494

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 494
After the incident with Jintaeryeong.
I passed by the man and arrived at the Muyong Clan.
It wasn’t difficult to enter since I had a prior arrangement already in place.
After tossing Gungwi, who had caused trouble, outside like discarded baggage, I faced Baekwang in the clan leader’s quarters.
“You’ve come.”
“I greet you, Muyong Clan Leader.”
After observing proper courtesy, I handed him the scroll I had prepared.
“Information regarding Patcheon Gung.”
“….”
A flicker of interest crossed Baekwang’s eyes as he took it. After briefly examining the scroll, he asked me.
“Judging by how dry the ink is, it seems to have been written quite recently.”
“…That’s correct. I spent the night preparing it.”
“So this is information that didn’t exist before?”
“It did exist.”
In my head.
To prove that point, I tapped my forehead lightly with my index finger as I spoke.
“I had simply memorized it. Since I hadn’t organized it, it took some time to present it to you.”
“….”
At those words, Baekwang examined the scroll again. There were quite a number of pages. I thought I knew very little, but as I organized it, there turned out to be more than I expected.
I had organized all of it and handed it to Baekwang. At the considerable volume, Baekwang nodded.
“Bang Disciple.”
“Yes.”
“Thank you. This will be of great help.”
“Not at all.”
“As promised, I’ll increase the funding allocated to the academy.”
“I appreciate it.”
That was all I needed. Just as I heard that and turned to leave, as if my business was concluded.
“However.”
“….”
I had to pause at Baekwang’s continued words.
“I heard there was some incident at the inn.”
‘Damn.’
The report must have already reached him. Of course it had—this was an inn directly managed by the Muyong Clan itself. Having caused trouble there, the report would have arrived long ago.
I suppressed a sigh and spoke to Baekwang.
“There was a brief altercation.”
“An altercation—with other disciples?”
“Yes. With a young master named Jintaeryeong of the Jegal Clan.”
“Hmm….”
“I tried to avoid causing unnecessary harm. However, since the fault appears to lie with me, if you wish to punish me, please do so.”
“I don’t mind. I’m flexible enough to overlook such matters.”
“…Then I’m grateful for your understanding.”
Since he was willing to let it slide, I was relieved. It would have been different if the Jegal clan had stepped forward, but his involvement wasn’t particularly frightening.
Just as I was thinking I should leave again.
Click.
“…”
I stopped my hand as it reached for the door. My lips moved silently. Should I ask or not? After deep deliberation.
“Sigh.”
I decided to just let out a sigh and speak.
“Lord of the Clan.”
“Speak.”
“Jintaeryeong said he came to request a betrothal arrangement with the Muyong clan. Is this something that’s been discussed with them?”
“…”
At my question, Baekwang looked at me. His cold gaze, which had been fixed on the letter, now held a hint of doubt.
“A curious question.”
“…”
“I never thought you’d be curious about such matters.”
Even I thought so. It was absurd that I was asking this myself. But I couldn’t help but ask.
“My apologies. What Jintaeryeong said has been bothering me.”
“It’s true.”
“Pardon?”
I faltered at Baekwang’s answer.
“The matter of a betrothal arrangement with the Jegal clan. It is indeed being discussed.”
“…”
“Is there a problem?”
His calm question created ripples in my wavering heart. What should I say? My trembling lips offered no response.
There was nothing I could say. There was only one thing I could possibly speak right now.
“…I see. Thank you for answering.”
I had no right to ask anything else.
I had no right to know anything else.
That was my position now.
After hearing Baekwang’s words, I bowed my head and finally left the room.

* * *
Creak. Thud.
The door closed shut.
“….”
Baekwang, who had been watching the direction Bangseong-yeon left, quietly turned his gaze back to the letter. He read through the written words one by one with concentration. Then, at some point, his eyes stopped.
Pfft.
And then he laughed.
‘Jintaeryeong said he came to request a betrothal from the Muyong clan. Is this something that was discussed with the Muyong clan?’
The question he had been asked came to mind.
“How amusing.”
It was amusing. Baekwang found the lie he had unknowingly told ridiculous, but as he thought of the repercussions it would bring, he smiled.
There was nothing more to do.
It was the last prank of a father with a grieving daughter.

* * *
Thud.
The door to the Lord’s chamber closed, and I moved forward. The path, which originally hadn’t been so long, felt strangely extended.
[My heart is beating too fast. Is it going to burst at this rate?]
The oblivious woman dwelling in the short blade spoke to me. I ignored her. The heart is a nuisance. Hearts naturally beat fast. They stop, you die.
I composed my expression, suppressing my irritation.
[But that doesn’t improve my mood.]
Meanwhile, the Celestial Demon even chimed in. Why were these ghastly things acting like this today? They seemed desperate to scratch at me.
“Oh, you’ve… arrived.”
Gungwi, who had been waiting outside, reacted upon seeing me. Her appearance was nothing short of strange. She was watching my mood.
“Um, the weather is really nice….”
“I’m warning you.”
“….”
My voice was cold enough to surprise even myself.
“If you cause trouble again next time, I’ll just throw you away. Don’t do pointless things. Do you understand?”
“…Ah, I… I understand.”
Gungwi replied with a cowed expression. Though her outward appearance was that of a fifteen-year-old girl, I clicked my tongue, recalling the grandmother within her.
Damn it. It was something to be angry about, but somehow it felt like I had just vented my frustration. Not pleasant at all.
“Sigh.”
Just as I was about to turn back with Gungwi after exhaling a sigh.
“This way, please.”
“….”
I saw someone entering, following a servant of the Muyong clan. A familiar face. I could see that he also hesitated upon seeing me.
“You….”
“….”
Jintaeryeong.
It was that man I’d clashed with earlier. He frowned the moment he saw me.
“What are you doing here?”
“I had business to attend to.”
“Business? You have business with the Muyong Clan Leader?”
“It’s possible.”
“Ha.”
At my words, Jintaeryeong’s lips curled upward. His expression was remarkably insolent.
“I heard that relationship already ended. I don’t see why you keep coming and going.”
“…What?”
“I heard the engagement was broken long ago. Or perhaps you still harbor lingering feelings?”
“What are you talking about.”
“Then give up.”
Jintaeryeong spoke to me as he passed by.
“Moryong Sojeo will be mine, after all.”
“…”
“No matter how remarkable you are. That fact won’t change.”
He brushed past my shoulder with a tap and headed toward the room where Baekwang waited.
“Muyong Clan Leader. I am Jintaeryeong of the Jegal clan.”
-Come in.
The door opened. Watching Jintaeryeong enter, I ran my hand through my hair.
‘This won’t do.’
I had to admit it.
‘I’m getting seriously annoyed.’
My mind was unsettled and my mood had soured. It was an utterly miserable state of affairs.

* * *
I strolled along the garden path, calming my emotions before heading home.
It was a beautifully decorated space. A place I had walked through a few times in my childhood with Muyong Youngsoon.
‘Do you know what this flower is?’
‘Not interested. A flower is a flower, what else?’
‘How boring.’
Truly pointless conversations. Nothing but fragmented chatter that meant nothing.
Usually Muyong Youngsoon would initiate the talk, and I would respond as if annoyed—that was the extent of such exchanges.
I remembered her chattering face. Back then it was bothersome, or rather, it was easy to pretend it was.
But now? I couldn’t quite say.
‘This flower. Its name.’
A flower Muyong Youngsoon had taught me about. One with white, delicate petals that were distinctive, and a fragrance that was pleasant.
“Baek-”
“Baekmiwhwa.”
“….”
I turned my head at the name I heard from behind. A familiar face stood looking at me.
“What brings you here?”
It was Muyong Youngsoon. She was holding a flower.
“Someone who has no interest in flowers, yet you’re looking at one?”
“…I was just looking at it since it was there.”
“You don’t even know its name.”
“I do. Baekmiwhwa.”
“You just heard it moments ago, didn’t you?”
“…I was remembering it.”
Muyong Youngsoon looked at me with suspicious eyes. It was the truth though. Whatever else might be uncertain, I was confident in my memory.
Well, whether she believed me or not didn’t really matter. The same would be true for her as well.
“So, why did you come?”
“…I had some business with the Muyong Clan Leader.”
“With the Clan Leader?”
“Yes. I had something to give him.”
“Hmm.”
As if that settled it, Muyong Youngsoon seemed satisfied. There seemed to be no need for further discussion.
“Then what was that incident at the inn today about?”
“….”
But she asked about something else. How did she know about that? I was slightly taken aback.
“How did you…?”
“I’m the manager of that inn.”
“Damn it.”
Ah, so that was it. Now that I thought about it, the place was clean and well-maintained. The places Muyong Youngsoon managed were generally like that. I wondered, but was she really the manager?
“I found it strange when Wol-hyeop suddenly had friction with another martial artist. You? I never thought you’d fight someone like that.”
“…It was just something that happened.”
“I see. Something happened. You’re not the type to fight without reason.”
“….”
“Was the one you fought with Jintaeryeong?”
Jintaeryeong. When Muyong Youngsoon mentioned that name, I froze.
“I heard he’s quite famous among the disciples. What’s he doing in Yeolyeong? Do you know?”
“…I don’t know.”
The betrothal with the Muyong clan. I’d heard he came for that, but I pretended not to know. Ah, yes. I just wanted to pretend.
“You don’t know?”
“There’s no need to know such things between us. As I said, we’ve had friction. What’s the point in knowing?”
My words carried irritation. I couldn’t understand why this idiot was acting like this.
I was dying of embarrassment on my own.
“Why are you irritated?”
Muyong Youngsoon tilted her head and asked.
“Well, I guess I’m just a bit sensitive today.”
I waved my hand slightly and spoke.
“…I’m leaving.”
“Yes. Go ahead then.”
Muyong Youngsoon spoke lightly. At her words, I turned around. I descended along the walking path.
I should just go back and prepare to return to Hani. As I was thinking that.
“Hey.”
“….”
Muyong Youngsoon called out to me. When I turned around, she was looking down at me from the uphill path.
“Idiot.”
“…What?”
“I told you I’m the administrator. Didn’t you understand?”
“What do you—”
“I’m not engaged to that guy.”
“….”
“So stop acting pathetic. Do as you were doing.”
After saying that, she laughed and turned away. Damn it.
The moment I saw that, heat rushed to my ears.
“…Rot….”
The feeling of having my secrets exposed.
Every weakness laid bare.
Shame crawled all over my body.
And yet.
‘I’m not engaged to that guy.’
There I was, foolishly relieved.
‘Ha.’
I repeated washing my face with dry hands.
No matter how much I thought about it.
‘This won’t do.’
It seemed I was approaching the limit of what I could endure.
The limit of the promise I’d made with Muyong Youngsoon’s mother.

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