The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 69

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 069
Dang Yeeran, the Poison Blossom.
Direct bloodline of the Dang Clan’s household head.
If I recall correctly, she was exactly twenty years old.
As I’d seen before, she was a beautiful woman with an elegant yet vibrant charm.
Compared to Wol Muhui, the sister of Cheon Euijin, I’d say they presented contrasting impressions.
Regardless, she was a strikingly beautiful woman who resembled Piyeonjin.
Even Cheon Euijin, who grew up watching his own sister, found himself momentarily dazed by her presence.
The problem was.
‘What was she doing here?’
Why had she been hiding in the first place?
Do-hyeong, even upon recognizing the newcomer as Dang Yeeran, did not release his grip on his blade.
His expression remained cold, and he showed no signs of lowering his guard.
Instead, he intensified his refined aura, making it even colder and more formidable.
“What is your business?”
Frost laced Do-hyeong’s voice.
At his demeanor, Dang Yeeran offered an awkward smile and spoke.
“Haha… I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to spy… but somehow I ended up hiding.”
“What is your business?”
Do-hyeong repeated the same question.
He was demanding an explanation for her presence.
“Well… you see.”
Dang Yeeran pressed her lips together at his words, appearing troubled.
“I have some business with one of your companions.”
“Companions?”
“Yes, that’s right. That person.”
Dang Yeeran turned her gaze toward me and took a step forward.
In that instant.
Shing-!
Do-hyeong drew his blade halfway from its sheath.
‘This madman.’
I couldn’t help but gasp inwardly at the sight.
She was none other than the Dang Clan’s most precious jewel.
And yet he was drawing his blade further…?
I had to catch my breath at Do-hyeong’s audacity.
“Do not approach.”
“My goodness.”
At Do-hyeong’s words, Dang Yeeran raised both hands and stepped back.
Clear bewilderment crossed her expression.
“Ah… perhaps I forgot to introduce myself? I am.”
Perhaps she thought I didn’t know who she was, so Dang Yeeran attempted to introduce herself.
“I’m aware. Lady Dokuou.”
Do-hyeong spoke with confidence.
“…Ah, yes. I see.”
At those words, Dang Yeeran’s expression turned awkward once more.
This meant he knew exactly who she was and was acting this way regardless.
“Hmm. Then what should I…? Huh?”
Dang Yeeran, lost in thought, suddenly spotted something and her eyes widened.
“Oh?”
Without hesitation, she approached.
Do-hyeong frowned at the sight.
Shing.
He moved to draw his blade.
Clack.
“…!”
Dang Yeeran grabbed Do-hyeong’s hand.
Was this an attack? I hesitated, wondering if I should draw my own blade.
“This is a Cheogang blade, isn’t it? Am I right?”
“…What.”
Dang Yeeran’s eyes sparkled as she began examining Do-hyeong’s sword.
“And it’s Silver grade too. The edge is damaged, but I can feel how well it’s been maintained. The frame is impressive, and clearly someone put considerable effort into this. My goodness…. Who could have forged this? Not the Master Craftsman, surely. Could it be Uncle Tae? No, if it’s this quality….”
As if possessed, she inspected the blade from every angle, and it seemed she might steal it at any moment.
Both I and Do-hyeong froze at the fervent obsession radiating from her.
“Lady Dokuou…?”
“What iron did you use? It doesn’t seem like ordinary iron. Is it an alloy? Of course, using plain iron alone wouldn’t earn a Silver grade. I really should try something different… Oh.”
Dang Yeeran paused mid-ramble.
Then she quickly stepped back.
Simultaneously, she flashed her characteristic bright smile and spoke.
“I apologize. When I see things like this, I lose myself.”
“….”
Indeed. She truly had lost herself.
“Ah. If you wouldn’t mind, could I see both of your blades later as well…?”
“…What is this behavior.”
Disapproving, Do-hyeong attempted to fully draw his blade.
“…?”
He froze. By now, Do-hyeong’s blade had vanished.
Sensing this, Do-hyeong’s gaze shifted toward Dang Yeeran.
“I apologize for that as well.”
Dang Yeeran maintained her smile while holding Do-hyeong’s blade in her hand.
When had she taken it?
No one noticed. I wondered what she intended to do by taking it away.
“Here.”
Dang Yeeran approached carefully and handed the sword back to Do-hyeong.
“I wasn’t truly hiding with hostile intent. Could you please believe my words?”
“….”
Do-hyeong took the sword Dang Yeeran offered and tucked it into his waistband.
Was that gesture meant to show he wasn’t simply an enemy?
“Miss Dokuou-”
“Ah, and. I don’t particularly enjoy being called Dokuou… so if possible, please call me by my name.”
“…Miss Dang.”
Do-hyeong immediately changed his form of address at Dang Yeeran’s request. I’d noticed it before, but Do-hyeong was surprisingly obedient.
“Thank you.”
“What business do you have with us?”
“Ah, it’s not exactly business with all three of you.”
Dang Yeeran turned her head and looked at me.
“Bang Disciple? I have business with you.”
“Me?”
She pointed at me with her hand.
“Yes!”
Dang Yeeran answered with a smile at those words.
Seeing that, I twisted my expression.
Why were mother and daughter both targeting me like this?
‘Damn it.’
I was exhausted.
I’d known from the moment Dang Yeeran appeared that I was her objective.
Her gaze had been fixed on me the entire time—there was no way I couldn’t notice.
‘This is uncomfortable.’
Quite uncomfortable. Even more so given our current relationship.
“Bang Disciple. Could we talk for a moment? Preferably, just the two of us.”
At Dang Yeeran’s words, I clicked my tongue inwardly.
“At this late hour? Just the two of us? You’re quite forward.”
“If you dislike now, daytime works too. But I do prefer the night.”
I’d felt it just now, but she was a woman with exquisite word choice.
It was all the more apparent because of her clear intent.
Dang Yeeran spoke with a smile, as if refusing to back down.
Ah, this woman is not easy to handle.
‘So she’s not just some innocent sheltered noblewoman.’
The feeling was entirely different.
I hadn’t met her many times, but people with such distinctive personalities were always difficult to deal with.
What should I do?
Should I just ignore her and leave? I could do that.
‘Hmm.’
After a brief moment of consideration, I reached a decision.
“Heavenly Supreme, senior. Would it be alright if we talked for a moment?”
“You’ll be fine?”
“Yes. I’ll be quick.”
Do-hyeong nods at my words.
Cheon Euijin wore a somewhat disappointed expression. It was likely because of the martial competition.
Still, he didn’t try to stop me.
Just as the two of them were about to leave, Do-hyeong grasped my shoulder and whispered.
“Be careful.”
This time, I nodded.
Careful? Of course. That was something I excelled at more than anyone.
Especially when it came to the Dang Clan—I intended to be even more cautious.
Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong left after their parting words.
Now I was alone with Dang Yeeran.
I was wondering what she could possibly want to say when I looked at her curiously.
“Is it true that our mother’s first love was your father?”
“What the hell.”
She’d fired a direct hit without warning.
I couldn’t help but curse aloud.
After the words left my mouth, I was so startled that I covered it with my hand.
“My goodness?”
Dang Yeeran’s eyes widened upon hearing my curse.
“…I apologize. I was just so surprised.”
“No, it was funny.”
“What was…?”
“This is the first time a peer has cursed right to my face.”
“Is that amusing?”
“It is. Usually people are too careful because they might die.”
“…Should I apologize again?”
If she wanted, I could have even knelt.
“Haha. No, really. It was genuinely funny.”
Dang Yeeran simply laughed with delight.
No matter how I looked at it, her personality was strange.
Dang Jun and Dang Gyeong-ak both had cold, austere temperaments.
So why was this woman so cheerful?
“Ah, I just brought it up to lighten the mood, but your reaction was really entertaining.”
“People don’t usually say things like that to lighten the mood.”
They say things that shatter it or demolish it.
First of all, nothing positive will come from this conversation.
The problem is.
“…But, is that really true…?”
It was something I’d been secretly curious about as well.
Could Lady Pi’s first love truly be my father, just as Dang Yeeran said?
At those words, Dang Yeeran tilts her head and speaks.
“You didn’t know?”
“No.”
How would I know such a thing? I was never curious about my father’s romantic affairs.
Or perhaps I’d heard about them so many times that I simply let them all pass through my ears.
“My mother used to say something all the time.”
“…What was it?”
I was curious.
“There are many men in this world, but even if your heart is torn to shreds, never meet a Bang man. That’s what she said. And she even told me that if I ever did meet one, I should kill myself before getting entangled with him.”
“….”
I wish I hadn’t heard that. I shouldn’t have listened.
I regretted it the moment I heard those words.
Yet Dang Yeeran, who had just spoken such rather brutal words, wore an unbothered expression.
“Isn’t my mother cute?”
“…In what way…?”
“She still hasn’t forgotten her first love. Isn’t that adorable?”
“No….”
I don’t know where to even begin pointing out the flaws in her logic. If I had to choose one thing.
“Why are you so certain it was her first love…?”
How can she be so sure that Piyeonjin’s first love was my father?
There’s no mention of a first love anywhere in what she said.
Upon hearing this, Dang Yeeran looks at me as if she doesn’t understand and speaks.
“If she can’t forget him that much, then it’s obviously her first love. Haven’t you ever experienced a first love, Disciple?”
“….”
It was an absurdly confident answer.
Enough to leave me momentarily speechless.
“Ah…. I see.”
So I simply nodded my head.
This was the best I could do.
“She said that if you meet him, your life will be ruined, and if you ever see him, don’t get entangled with him or even look at him.”
After hearing those words, I dragged my hand across my face.
What on earth did my father do? What could he have possibly done to earn such utter disgust?
I spoke, suppressing my frustration.
“…I see, but what business does that Bang man have with me?”
What business could he possibly have with me, when he’s going against even my mother’s words?
“Ah, I don’t really concern myself with such things.”
“You don’t need to explain yourself.”
She seemed to notice the barb in my words, but truthfully, it wasn’t particularly important.
So why had she come to find me?
That was what mattered to me.
I asked her what the real purpose was, and Dang Yeeran hesitated.
“Ah, well… it’s just…”
‘What is it?’
Her demeanor suddenly shifted.
She had been speaking smoothly just moments ago, but now she appeared embarrassed.
Even her neck and ears flushed crimson.
What was this reaction?
She hunched over as if preparing to confess her love.
Her flushed face and cheeks brimmed with anticipation.
Affection gleamed in her beautiful eyes.
‘…What is this?’
Why was she suddenly acting like this?
I took a small step backward.
Was she really about to confess?
I was already confused from what I’d just heard.
My mind felt momentarily frozen, as if it had malfunctioned.
Then Dang Yeeran spoke to me.
“…M…”
M?
“Please… please let me see Manwol…!”
“…?”
For something uttered so shyly, it was quite an odd request.
All my previous concerns vanished instantly.
What remained was only my exasperated expression.
“…What?”
“Manwol… you brought Manwol, didn’t you? I know everything…!”
“No…”
I did bring it, but why was she bringing this up now?
“Please, just let me see it once… It’s been my lifelong wish. I’ll do anything you ask.”
“Tsk.”
That was quite a dangerous thing to say.
Her eyes held genuine sincerity, which made it even more incomprehensible.
“So you’re telling me you came to me just to see that broken sword…?”
“Broken sword…?”
Dang Yeeran’s expression changed at my words.
“After seeing that masterpiece, what are you even talking about?”
“Pardon?”
Her face was visibly furious.
With eyes wide and lips pressed thin, Dokuou’s features flickered across her expression.
“It’s a supreme-grade blade from Cheogang—one that appears perhaps once a decade. And among those, it’s a masterwork crafted by my grandfather for the Dang Clan.”
“…Ah. Yes….”
Supreme-grade from Cheogang. That revelation caught me slightly off guard.
I had assumed the blade Yoo Cheon-gil wielded must be extraordinary.
‘So it’s supreme-grade.’
A sword forged from cold steel would naturally be precious.
But supreme-grade was beyond my expectations.
‘There can’t be many people in possession of one.’
A masterwork among masterworks from the Dang Clan.
From what I knew, only the current Martial Alliance Leader possessed the Muryanggeom, and
the Sect Leader of Huashan wielded the Maehwajeongggeom. And the current Sect Leader of Mudang supposedly used one as well.
Yet it seemed Manwol was also supreme-grade.
‘That rusted and shattered blade…?’
No wonder the ghost of an old man was furious beyond measure. I’d probably react the same way.
But setting that aside.
“Please, couldn’t there be a way? I really want to see it.”
Dang Yeeran, who had brought up Manwol, now grabbed at my pant leg.
“Ah, why are you like this…!”
“Please…!”
“Stop it! Let go! My pants are falling down, you woman! Just go ask your father for permission!”
“Of course he won’t give permission—that’s why I’m doing this! You said you’re the successor to Elder Yoo! That means the owner should be Bang Disciple…!”
I gripped my pants firmly to keep them from sliding down.
This is driving me crazy. This was completely unexpected.
“Why do you want to see it so badly anyway?”
Why would a woman of the Dang Clan be so desperate to see that blade?
I couldn’t understand it.
“Well….”
Dang Yeeran was about to say something, but my words came first.
“Could it be that you take up sword-smithing as a hobby? If that’s the case, there’s no need to—ah.”
I shut my mouth abruptly mid-sentence.
I realized my mistake too late.
“Huh?”
Dang Yeeran, who had been pulling at me, went silent.
Her grip loosened.
And then.
“…Mother?”
The desperation fades from Dang Yeeran’s eyes, replaced by curiosity and intrigue.
Watching her, I bit down on my lip.
‘I’ve made a mistake.’
As always.
My cursed mouth has always been the problem.

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