The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 505

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 505
The Sword Empress.
My sister Bang Seo-jin’s master and a figure currently operating under a hidden identity as one of the Disciples.
Well, there seemed to be various circumstances involved, but it had little to do with me.
Since my sister didn’t talk much about her either, I hadn’t paid much attention.
I never expected to encounter her here. Especially not in this situation.
‘What should I do? Should I greet her?’
I was conflicted. We’d already made eye contact, so it felt awkward to just sit here.
Just as I was thinking this and about to rise slightly.
“There’s a seat right here.”
The Sword Empress spoke while turning her gaze toward me. Seeing that, my body stiffened. It felt like a signal to stay put. No, it definitely was.
‘What’s this?’
Bewildered, I took a seat. I observed the others directly. I tried to identify each person one by one.
But I couldn’t spot anyone particularly recognizable.
‘What kind of gathering is this?’
Since it was composed of Disciples, I wondered if they’d gathered to prepare for a conference hall.
It seemed likely enough.
‘So then.’
Why was the Sword Empress mixed in with them?
‘…Does this mean one of the Eight Demon Fists is among these people?’
Based on what Gungwi had said, it seemed that way, but I couldn’t quite figure it out no matter how hard I looked. Moreover.
‘It’s strange to see this as just a Disciples’ gathering.’
The ages varied considerably. There were people mixed in whose presence made it subtle to call them simply Disciples.
‘Who could it be?’
Which one among them was the person Gungwi had mentioned? I was trying to identify them one by one.
Meanwhile, Gungwi was happily just eating. She could at least tell me something. But she clearly had no intention of doing so.
‘I’ll figure it out later.’
How irritating. I sighed and quietly circulated my energy.
Should I release Gigam? If they were just Disciples, I could have done it without worry.
But the Sword Empress was here, and so were others.
I looked with my eyes, but I didn’t sense the aura of Patcheon Gung. Then, would I not see anything else?
Unfortunately, there was nothing that caught my eye. They were people with no particular distinguishing features.
As I said before, if it weren’t strange that the Sword Empress was mixed in, then these were people I didn’t need to pay attention to.
‘Hmm.’
I ate quietly. Around the time I thought I should observe their reactions first.
“Waitress. Bring out some food.”
One of the men spoke up. As I watched him take a seat at the table.
‘Huh?’
The action of someone among them caught my eye. It was a woman. In the midst of her ordinary sitting motions, I caught a small clue.
“Ha.”
“Hm?”
Gungwi responds to my voice.
“What’s the matter?”
“It’s nothing. Please, continue with your meal.”
I had figured it out. Even without Gungwi telling me, I understood.
‘It’s her.’
Among the group, there was one woman. Upon seeing her, I became certain.
One of the Eight Demon Fists.
I had a sense of who it was.

* * *
After finishing the meal, Gungwi and I stepped outside.
“Aren’t you curious?”
Gungwi asks the moment we exit. It seemed like a question—weren’t you curious about who among them was truly a Marin?
“I’m not curious. I already know.”
“What?”
Since I had already figured it out, there was no need to be curious. At my words, Gungwi’s eyes widen in surprise.
“You already know?”
“Yes. I noticed.”
“How, how did you?”
She panics. How could I possibly know?
“Do you know something?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Most humans possess habits.”
Whatever form they take, everyone has them. I’ve never met a person without habits.
“No matter how hard people try to hide their identity or pretend ignorance, certain things always reveal themselves. I happen to be rather good at observing such things.”
“What do you mean by that…?”
“Fortunately, I’ve seen the Eight Demon Fists before.”
Back in Hanan, I had seen them. Those men that the Young Master had brought along. At that time, I observed them—their mannerisms, the characteristics of their breathing.
It wouldn’t matter if they wore martial robes and masks.
Fundamental habits run too deep; differences inevitably surface.
A person who hides? Sure, they exist. But.
‘This one didn’t seem to be that type.’
Fortunately, she was the type who couldn’t hide it. In fact, it’s strange for someone to conceal even such minute details.
“You, you really noticed?”
At my response, Gungwi is deeply flustered. She can’t believe I actually figured it out?
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why, why did you notice?”
“…Is it wrong to notice?”
I realized it once I found out, but why did I notice it? This kind of remark was refreshing in its own way.
What? Why is she like this? I looked at her with confusion. Ah, could it be?
“…Were you trying to get another meal by telling me this?”
“….”
“That’s it. This person is really ridiculous, isn’t she?”
What in the world was so petty and shabby about this? As I stared in disbelief, Gungwi reacted as if she’d been wronged.
“I, what did I do! If only you’d fed me properly on time!”
“What nonsense are you spouting? You’ve eaten more from my side than anyone else.”
“Eaten more? Eaten more!? You disrespectful brat!”
“Disrespectful? Nonsense. Looking at it objectively, who’s the one without manners here? Besides, I’m the one feeding you. What’s with that attitude? Don’t you want to eat?”
“…Grit.”
Gungwi ground her teeth, having nothing to say. This was truly an absurd situation. I wondered why she’d been so quiet earlier.
She did all that just to get a meal? There’s no madness quite like this kind of madness.
‘Is she really possessed by something?’
I found myself thinking whether I should perform an exorcism ritual. Should I really do it? I wasn’t particularly familiar with such spiritual methods.
I’d rather just beat it out of her.
I let out a sigh.
“…Stop coveting so much. Since we’ve come to Hanan, I’ll feed you regularly.”
“Oh…. Oh. Really?”
“But Senior, do you really have no money?”
She was Gungwi, after all. Regardless of other things, didn’t she have some accumulated wealth? Why did she beg for meals every day? I asked in bewilderment.
“…Right now… it’s a bit difficult to access it.”
“Difficult to access? Why?”
“That, well, it’s complicated. Wait and see. Once I recover my body, I’ll repay all this humiliation and insult, and everything I’ve borrowed from you…!”
Words I truly couldn’t believe. Yet I found myself believing them anyway.
“Yes, yes. I understand. I believe you.”
“…You don’t look like you believe me?”
“Of course I do. I believe you, I do.”
“You…. You.”
Gungwi’s face flushed red. Was she angry? If she was angry, what could she do about it? I let out a hollow laugh.
“Let’s head back then.”
I ignored Gungwi’s reaction lightly and moved forward. There was no reason to stay in Hyeon any longer anyway.
‘I’m starting to feel the pressure.’
I could sense the gazes of the people following me. This was also part of the reason I hadn’t approached the group at the inn earlier.

* * *
I turned my steps toward returning to the main sect, and as soon as I arrived, I glanced back and spoke.
“I’m here now, so you don’t need to follow me anymore.”
“….”
I felt a presence behind me at my words. It was a Martial Artist dressed in pure white robes. I didn’t know her name.
“…I apologize for the intrusion. I didn’t expect you to notice.”
She was the Martial Artist who had been following me since I left the main sect.
However, I sensed no malice, so I let it be.
“You said we were the future of the Orthodox Sect and Cheongwol Sect, and it seems your words were true.”
“You’re being too generous. I simply had a keen sense of observation. May I ask your name?”
“I am Tae Mun-hak.”
“…The Grand Master of the Seven Dragon Fists.”
“Thank you for recognizing me.”
“It’s difficult not to know of someone like you.”
Tae Mun-hak of the Seven Dragon Fists. He was the Daeju of the main sect and a renowned master of the Orthodox Sect. He was such an exceptional Martial Artist that even I knew his alias.
“What brings you to follow behind me?”
“It was for the purpose of protection. I apologize if I’ve offended you.”
“Protection…. If you were asked to protect me, was it the Scholar?”
“…That’s correct.”
“Hmm.”
Cheon Rijin-an ordered my protection? He wasn’t the type to give such orders.
‘Something’s happened.’
I sensed that something had occurred. I pondered it briefly and nodded.
“Will you continue coming even if I say it’s not necessary?”
“It’s an order, so I hope you can understand.”
“Then there’s no choice. I understand.”
I nodded. Though that didn’t mean I truly accepted it.
I bowed slightly to Tae Mun-hak and moved forward.
“Senior, go enjoy yourself elsewhere.”
“…Why does it feel like a young boy is telling me to go play?”
“You understood perfectly. You’re truly sharp.”
“This brat?”
Teasing Gungwi was becoming increasingly amusing. I let out a soft laugh at her reaction. Well, enough teasing for now.
‘I need to move as well.’
Tae Mun-hak was a nuisance. So I would need to employ a different method.

* * *
I entered the room. Time passed gradually, and soon night had fallen.
As darkness crept in, that’s when I made my move.
Before that, I drew out a talisman and inscribed characters upon it with my own blood.
I traced the characters several times, infusing them with my energy. Then I rolled it up and placed it in a leather pouch, tossing it onto the bed.
Then came the next part.
‘Now.’
I stepped outside. I could see a few guards.
“Oh, Bang Disciple.”
“I’m going to take a walk outside for a bit.”
When I said I was going out, no one particularly tried to stop me. Of course not. There was no nominal reason to prevent me, and since someone was already making their move, it didn’t matter.
Getting out to Hyeon was remarkably easy. As expected, there was someone following me.
Tae Mun-hak. That must be it.
I couldn’t drag Daeju along with me.
I headed roughly toward an alley and suddenly suppressed my presence. I reduced my energy signature and erased my existence.
I attached another prepared talisman to the wall. Then I moved on.
“…!”
I felt his presence become urgent. It was Tae Mun-hak.
By the time he arrived at the alley, I was already gone.
“Damn….”
I heard his curse. I watched him from atop a building. I couldn’t observe for long.
‘My presence will be detected soon. I should slip away while I have the chance.’
I moved accordingly. As expected, I couldn’t maintain this state for long. I had to finish my business before Tae Mun-hak found me.
Whoooosh-!!!
I moved quickly. I needed to find my target.
‘Where could they be.’
That person I encountered earlier. Where exactly were they?
I didn’t need to search for long. They would surely be somewhere within Hyeon. I was certain of that.
And before long, I spotted them.
“Found you.”
In the distance, an inn. Inside it, I could see the people I’d seen before gathered together.
I looked at them. I had no intention of entering. After all.
“…I wonder what business they might have?”
I was expecting the figure who had recognized me first to approach.
And sure enough. The Sword Empress. She had drawn near to my side.

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