Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 504

#504

Taejonbirok Volume 21, Episode 4

Chapter 113: The Lazy Man Cries (4)

It was like a scene from a myth.

Even those who had seen countless battles were left speechless by the sight.

It was like seeing the beginning of the world.

Light and darkness.

And yin and yang.

Just as light and darkness split and intertwined in the beginning, the sword energy emitted by the two brothers intertwined and split, and also shouted and cried out.

Then came the collapse.

The sound of the heavens collapsing is heard.

A huge explosion that made my ears go deaf.

That's why I couldn't hear anything. It was beyond the capacity of human ears to handle the sound.

The end of the binge was silence.

All the sounds in the world disappear.

The world is covered with light and darkness.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

The entire pavilion was shattered and blown away. Those who couldn't escape were caught in the blast and flung away. The tiles that filled the green roof, the symbol of the Tang family, flew in all directions like fluttering cherry blossoms.

It's a sight that makes you feel like the world is falling apart.

When everyone else was unable to hide their shock and fear, there was one person who had to bear an unbecoming sorrow.

Wi Jeong-han closed his eyes as the wind blew so hard it felt like it was going to tear his skin.

What kind of twist of fate is this?

The older brother who loved his younger brother more than anyone else in the world, and the younger brother who followed his older brother more than anyone else in the world, were spitting poison at each other.

and…….

Kuuuung!

With a dull bang, something flew towards Wijeonghan. Wijeonghan reflexively caught it.

“Yeonho!”

“Ugh!”

The one who bounced out was Wi Yeon-ho.

Wi Yeon-ho, who was constantly bleeding from his mouth and nose, looked ahead with bloodshot eyes.

As the dust cloud settled, the coral reef was revealed.

The clothes on one arm were all blown away, and the exposed arm was torn in various places and was oozing bright red blood.

'Dong-su?'

Wi Jeong-han's eyes shook.

It's a draw. It's not worth debating who's better.

But how?

The one Wei Yanhu faced was Wei Shanhu. They weren't demons of the Demonic Cult. Wei Yanhu, who even subdued the Heavenly Sword without a scratch, was evenly matched in a trade with Wei Shanhu?

It was unbelievable.

How much stronger must the stomach acid have become in the meantime for something like this to be possible?

Wisanho, who had been looking at his own arm with indifferent eyes, opened his mouth.

“Is this it for now?”

Wisanho, who clenched and unclenched his fist several times, looked at Wiyeonho with indifferent eyes.

"There's no need to rush so quickly. Since you're blocking my path, the day will surely come when we can show our face."

"this……."

Wi Yeon-ho stood up, his body trembling.

"Of course, I'd like you to give up everything and become a benefactor, but that's not likely to happen, given your personality. You may be lazy, but if you feel you must not back down, you're the kind of person who will persevere even if it means dying on the spot."

“Do you know me well?”

Wisanho smiled at Wiyeonho's bloody cries.

"Yes, I know. More than anyone else in the world. Because I'm your older brother."

"Are you still talking about your brother with that mouth? Even though you've already joined the Demonic Cult?"

"Blood ties can never be severed. But the bond between brothers who grew up together cannot be abandoned. So today, I will spare you."

Wisanho stretched out his hand and lifted the Cheonryu Sword.

Wi San-ho, who had been casually looking around with the Cheonryu Sword slung over his shoulder, fixed his gaze on Wi Yeon-ho. His face was expressionless, but it wasn't just indifferent.

“Do you remember? The day you and I first fought with real swords.”

“…….”

"Back then, I almost died because of you. Even though I was older than you, I couldn't handle your sword, so I was on the edge of life and death. And after that day, you put down your sword."

“……What are you talking about now?”

"Back then, you were lazy because I was weak. If I had shown you the kind of brother I could never surpass, you would have grown even more. It was all my fault. But don't worry now. I will become that kind of brother. No matter how hard you struggle, I will become the brother you can't possibly catch up to."

Wi Yeon-ho's hands trembled.

rather…….

If only he had lost his mind due to anger… … .

If not, then it was a case of being brainwashed by the Demonic Cult… … .

It would have been better.

That calm tone of voice, that slightly smiling face, that softness in his voice, and… … .

'Don't look at me like that.'

Gentle eyes filled with affection.

It was the same eyes that Wi San-ho always showed him whenever he looked at him.

He couldn't bear the thought of Wei San-ho looking at him with the same unchanging gaze. It was a pain like a sharp knife slicing through his heart.

“Why on earth are you doing that?”

Wi Yeon-ho's voice subsides.

"What does that have to do with anything? What does it have to do with the fact that my father, whom I've never even met, is a member of the Demonic Cult? My brother is the Weishanho of the Guangdong Wei family."

Weishanho looked at Weiyanho quietly and then shook his head.

“It’s not that simple. And it’s not even that simple.”

"brother……."

"I am the Wei Sanho of the Guangdong Wei family. Yes, you can't deny that fact. But you can't deny that I am the enemy coral of the Demonic Cult. I will cut through all these entanglements. Fate and ill-fated relationships. Once I purify everything, a new world will come."

The coral turned around.

“If you live until then, there will come a day when we can meet again.”

A leisurely pace. Without even using lightness, Weishanho slowly slipped through the Tang Dynasty. Yet, no one dared to block his path.

Wi Jeong-han and Wi Yeon-ho watched the scene with bloodshot eyes.

The confrontation between Cheonryu Geom and Wi Yeon-ho that took place at Dangga ended in a way that no one expected.

And from this moment on… … .

The wheel of fate began to turn powerfully in a strange direction.

* * *

Swaaa …

It's raining.

'How mean.'

Wi Jeong-han looked at the falling rain with slightly dazed eyes.

Slurp.

As I sit by the window and fill my glass with alcohol, old memories keep coming back to me.

'This guy.'

Red-eyed fox.

It always rained like this whenever I met him.

I don't know if he called the rain, or if he looked for the righteous every time it rained, but he was always like the rain, looking for the righteous and then going away like the rain.

“I thought he was my son, but it seems he is your son.”

Wi Jeong-han reached out and lifted his glass.

Whenever Jeokmokwoo drank, he would lift his glass like this and look at his face reflected in the glass for a long time.

The Great Hemp Emperor.

Yes, he is the one who was called the Great Hemp Emperor.

But when he was drinking, he was just a man consumed by loneliness and crushed by fate.

Even though he fought the most fiercely against the Demonic Cult, he could not regard the Demonic Cult as just a place where demons lived because he had seen that side of Jeokmukwoo.

Wi Jeong-han slowly drank his wine.

okay.

So I couldn't stop it.

What can I say when a grown son wants to relieve his father's resentment?

If you want to blame, you have to blame your twisted fate.

Perhaps this was something that had been expected since he received the coral from Jeokmokwoo.

What if you could go back to that time?

'There can be no other choice.'

In the pouring rain.

How could I ignore that little child who was sleeping in Red Eyes' arms?

I would make the same choice a thousand times, ten thousand times, even if it led to tragedy. I wouldn't hesitate, even if it led to tragedy every time.

but…….

Wi Jeong-han turned his head and looked down.

There is a Wiyeonho in the guest room that you see in front of me.

His pain is something he must bear.

But what about Wei Yanho?

How will Wi Yeon-ho accept the fact that someone he believed to be his older brother, without knowing anything about it, is drawing a sword against him?

I couldn't even imagine it.

The shock that Wi Yeon-ho must have felt was unimaginable. Wi San-ho voluntarily chose the Demonic Cult and turned against him. For Wi Yeon-ho, it must have been a world-shattering shock.

Because that's how they were.

Wi Yeon-ho trusted and followed his older brother more than his incompetent father. Though his words were completely meaningless, he tried to at least pretend to listen to Wi San-ho. Perhaps Wi San-ho was more like a father to Wi Yeon-ho than he was.

“That’s something I can’t do.”

Slurp.

I have no regrets.

But the fate they must bear is too heavy. Wi Jeong-han sighed deeply as he filled his glass with wine.

'This guy.'

Why are you passing on this burden?

If you're so determined to risk your life, you should at least find a solution. Why can't you do it and make it difficult for your child?

Wi Jeong-han raised his hand and wiped his face.

That was when.

"father."

A voice came from outside the door. Wi Jeong-han slowly turned his head. There was only one person here who could call him father.

“Come in.”

The door opened and Wei Yanhu came inside.

Wi Jeong-han, who saw Wi Yeon-ho's face, closed his eyes slightly.

A calm face.

Although his face was calm as if nothing had happened, Wi Jeong-han did not miss the shadow cast over one corner of his face.

“What’s going on?”

“I think you should hear it.”

Wi Jeong-han looked at Wi Yeon-ho quietly.

The rich man's eyes meet.

“……Yeah, I guess I should listen.”

Wi Jeong-han raised his head.

Wei Yanhu must also know how cruel his fate is, and how cruel Wei Sanhu is.

"I don't know where to begin. If I were to tell all this, I'd have to start from the time Coral was born. It's going to be a long story."

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Before we talk, I have something to ask you.”

"yes."

Wi Jeong-han slowly opened his mouth.

"If you knew everything, what would you do? If you could understand why Coral was acting like that, would you let go of your brother?"

"I don't know."

“……You don’t know?”

“Yes. I don’t know.”

The air had settled slightly. Wei Yanhu was still confused.

"I can't figure it out. It's hard to understand why they have to go to such lengths. First, I'll try to understand. Then I'll come to a conclusion. If I still can't understand after hearing everything… then I don't know what to do. Ultimately, I'll just have to follow my heart."

"I see."

Wi Jeong-han raised his glass.

Where should I start talking?

This twisted fate.

Will Wei Yanho be able to accept and understand that story?

'He's not that weak.'

Now, I have no choice but to trust Wei Yanhu. I mean, his child, who is no longer young.

Wi Jeong-han, who had taken another sip of alcohol, slowly opened his mouth.

Memory, and destiny.

A long, drawn-out story that may now become reality.

Wi Yeon-ho listened to Wi Jeong-han's story, sometimes nodding, sometimes agreeing, and sometimes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Late into the night.

Rain washes away the wreckage of battle, and words wash away the hearts of men.

A night when the moon doesn't rise.

It was a harsh night, a time to clear everything and start anew.