Absolute Regression Chapter 555

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Hanseol’s surprise continued.

Let’s say that I arrived at the wrong time because I was in the middle of a bloody fight and had to let out tension as soon as I got there.

Yes, let’s say that the Princess of Bukhae Ice Palace could say something like her ideal type in front of the successors of Jeongsa Ma.

But now, I was watching the elite of the two factions, the Demon Squad and the Thirteen Sages, toasting together. Oh, and they were also being watched by the evil Soma and the Faceless Guest.

This time, Hanseol was the first to send a message to Han Bingsanggeom.

-Is this the original place of Jungwon? It’s so different from the Jungwon I learned about.

Of course, even though they knew it was a joke, Han Bingsanggeom also expressed their surprise. In fact, they were more surprised.

―As far as I know, there has never been a time in the history of martial arts where the two masters got along so well.

-You have to be careful in times like this.

They were about to say that it might be their conspiracy, but the scale of the conspiracy was too grand. They couldn’t have all been mobilized to trap Hanseol.

Besides, they were being too sincere right now.

The Sado 13rang and Myeolma Dae emptied their glasses and toasted together. They also exchanged names with the people in front of them.

“It’s a mess.”

“My name is Gwanghyo.”

If the first drink was led by Geommugeuk, this time Bisain and Jinhagun came forward together.

Visain poured drinks for the Myeolma-dae, and Jin Ha-gun poured drinks for the Sado 13th Ranger.

Both the two people pouring the drinks and the servants receiving the drinks were having a new experience.

If it had been another Murim Alliance or Apostolic Alliance, this kind of atmosphere would never have been created. Even if they were drinking together, they would have been tense and ready to fight and attack each other at any time.

However, the Destruction Corps and the Sadoshipsamrang had experience overcoming life and death crises with the help of their leader and the Sword Dance Theater. Now, they were the ones who knew best that their friendship was real.

Next, he poured the drinks as usual. Bisain to the Sadoshipsamrang, and Jinhagun to the Myeolma-dae. There was deep loyalty and trust in the eyes looking at the leader.

It felt like the emotions I had built up until now were locked in place through this fight.

If you don’t experience the moment when this lock is closed in your relationships, no matter how old or good the relationship is, it can fall apart in an instant.

It was a really insignificant word. No, it collapsed even more meaninglessly because it was insignificant.

Was that why? Visain told everyone one fact.

“This year marks the thirtieth anniversary of the first visit to the Sadoshipsamrang.”

Ilrang was taken aback when he suddenly started talking about himself.

But Visain had something he really wanted to say in front of everyone.

“Regardless of your affiliation or position, I sincerely respect you as a human being.”

When Visain raised his glass, everyone else also raised their glass.

The thirteen apostles loudly congratulated them, and the demon troopers politely raised their glasses and drank the wine in place of their congratulatory remarks.

Jin Ha-gun spoke to Il-lang on their behalf.

“I think it’s a great thing to keep one place for thirty years. You’re really cool.”

Because they felt the respect of the Demon King, not only the person concerned, but also the Thirteen Sadorangs were happy.

“Thank you, my lord.”

After expressing his gratitude in such a polite manner, he looked at Bisain for the last time. He would have been grateful even if he had just said it when the two of them were alone, but he was truly grateful that he had taken care of him properly in front of so many people. This was the attitude and method that Bisain had learned from Geommugeuk.

“When I was born and started walking, Illang was walking the path of the apostles.”

Ilrang laughed at Visain’s words, and the thirteen apostles all raised their glasses.

“The thirteen evil paths, coexistence and co-death!”

They emptied their glasses together, shouting loudly.

Jin Ha-gun, who was watching that scene, felt it.

‘You’re looking straight at your subordinates too.’

Just like when he killed the monsters in the formation, he looked back at his subordinates in the Demon Destruction Corps. If he hadn’t looked back then, he wouldn’t have been able to have an open conversation with his subordinates.

When Jin Ha-gun raised his glass, the warriors of the Myeolma-dae also raised their glasses. Since this was a place to celebrate Il-rang, they didn’t shout loudly, but only exchanged glances and drank.

Consideration that would have been unimaginable in the past. In the past, I would have shouted at the Demonic Crusades louder than them.

Jin Ha-gun looked at the protagonist who created this moment.

Geommu-geuk was originally talking to Han-seol in his seat. He thought it was right for him to leave in this atmosphere of unity.

Hanseol put down her glass with Geommugeuk. She felt like she was going to get too drunk, so she took a sip and put it down, but Geommugeuk finished his drink again. Geommugeuk didn’t force her to drink, but he didn’t stop her from drinking either.

“You’re a good drinker. It doesn’t seem like you can get rid of the alcohol with your strength.”

In fact, the sword dance was drinking with everyone here and there, but it didn’t look like it was drunk.

“Why would I use my internal energy to get rid of this pleasant intoxication?”

“You seem to have quite a bit of tolerance.”

“You know, my older brother is a drunkard.”

Since I had been to Bukhae with Chwima before, I knew about their relationship.

Hanseol asked while pouring drinks for Geommugeuk.

“How are you, sister?”

I thought I’d meet Ian when I came here.

Then Geommugeuk gave an unexpected answer.

“I don’t know either.”

“yes?”

The gaze of the swordsman looked far outside.

“Ian is out in the world alone.”

Knowing that she cared about Ian like her heart, Hanseol was surprised that she had sent her out alone.

“Aren’t you worried?”

“Why wouldn’t I be worried? You’re a ghost and you’re always appearing in my dreams.”

“But why did you send me out alone?”

After a moment, Geommugeuk said.

“You have to know how to walk alone.”

Although it was an ordinary saying, the words of the sword dance contained the words of his life before his return.

Because he had first-hand experience that the more difficult the road, the stronger you become when you return.

The moment she heard those words, Hanseol’s heart raced. She felt like she wanted to walk the world alone too.

“It’s too bad. I thought I’d be able to see you this time.”

Then Geommugeuk said something unexpected.

“Go and see.”

“yes?”

“It is time to return to the main campus. You may already be back. Come with me to the main campus. I will formally invite you.”

Before she could answer, the sound of the Han Bingsang Swords flew towards her.

– Absolutely no new religion!

– The main palace has never visited the Shingyo!

Rather, this message strengthened her decision.

– Let’s start with my first trip to Jungwon.

Hanseol wanted to go to the main temple of the Cheonmasingyo. Since they had come to the Bukhae Ice Palace, wouldn’t it be right for her to go too?

And more than anything, I wanted to see Ian. I wanted to ask her what she had seen when she was out in the world alone.

“I once asked my mother what kind of place Jungwon is. At that time, she said, “When you go there, you want to come back, and when you actually come back, you want to go there again. I wonder what kind of place Jungwon will be to me.”

Since it was a formal invitation, she accepted it politely and said,

“I will accept your invitation. Thank you for inviting me.”

The sword dance was also polite and polite.

“I hope that our school can be a good memory for the princess in her central plains.”

In this way, Hanseol’s new religious practice was decided.

* * *

The night deepened and the drinking party deepened.

Everyone is drunk.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that the Sado 13rang and the Myeolma Dae never made mistakes. They were the most elite warriors, and they were the ones who served the successor, so they were very careful even when drinking alcohol.

Geommu-geuk drank with Jin Ha-gun and Bi Sa-in, and Jin Ha-ryeong and Han Seol drank with Cheon Hwa-ru-ju. I don’t know what kind of conversation they’re having so much fun with, but the two young men will be hearing something that will be of great help to their lives today.

The swordsman shouted at the musicians who were playing on the second-floor railing.

“Please give me a more exciting song!”

The soft music got faster and I started to get excited.

As Geommugeuk shook his body, Bisain shouted first.

“Don’t even dream!”

However, as if the sword dance was about to start in earnest, its movements began to increase.

As Geommugeuk looked towards Hanseol, Bisain struck again.

“The moment the topic of dancing comes up, the Sima War breaks out!”

I was disappointed with the sword dance.

“I bet Miss Han will fall in love with you even more when she sees your dancing skills.”

He was only sorry about the words, but his body seemed ready to rise up and shake at any moment. Where would a sword dance be performed alone? If there were real dancers there, they would definitely be dragged out in the end.

The cornered Bisain looked at Jin Hagun. His eyes gave the impression that if he didn’t stop him, a battle of Sajeong would break out instead of a battle of Sima, but Jin Hagun said something unexpected with a face full of intoxication.

“If you guys dance, I’ll dance with swords.”

It was said that even if you can’t dance, you can at least do sword dance.

Visain looked at Jin Ha with a surprised face. It was expected that Geommu-geuk would tease him, but Jin Ha wanted to dance the sword dance?

“You guys are crazy! You’re so drunk!”

With Jin Ha-gun joining in, the fluttering movements of the sword dance have been given wings. He will somehow create an atmosphere for dancing.

Visain suddenly got up from his seat.

Geommugeuk looked at him in surprise and said.

“What?”

How could that be possible?

Visain walked briskly and spoke to Hanseol.

“Would you like to get some fresh air with me?”

Since this wasn’t something that could be solved by just running away, I chose to tackle it head on.

Han Seol was taken aback by those words, and Jin Ha-ryeong was even more surprised.

This little tycoon asks a woman to go for a walk?

Jin Ha-ryeong looked at Geommu-geuk and sent a message.

-What on earth have you done?

-That’s unfair! I didn’t say anything.

-You made the little boy act strange.

She should have listened to her brother when he said he wanted to dance the sword.

Was it because he was considerate of the onlookers? Or was it because he really wanted to go for a walk?

Hanseol, who had been quietly looking at the visa, answered calmly.

“I was already feeling suffocated from the alcohol.”

Hanseol got up from her seat and left the building with Visain.

Of course, the sound of the sword dance reached Visain.

-He’s a man, a real man!

―Whose fault is this!

The playfulness of the sword dance was gone as the sound of the sigh flew in.

―Even after so many years, I will never forget the excitement I felt when you suggested we go for a walk.

Visain knows that you are truly supporting and pushing him with sincere intentions.

-If war breaks out, they’ll invade the Shinto religion first! What about the North Sea!

So the two of them went out.

Looking at that sight, Geommugeuk raised his glass high.

“Now, let us have a toast to victory!”

Was this really a toast to victory? Jin Ha-gun looked at Bi-sa-in worriedly. The only thing that matched them was the clothes, but he wondered if he could even say a word properly.

After the two of them had a few drinks, Jin Ha-gun revealed what he had been thinking.

“When I return this time, I plan to tell my grandfather. Ask him to decide on me as his successor.”

Geommugeuk silently filled Jin Hagun’s glass. His true feelings came out comfortably.

“I’ve been hiding my desires for too long. I thought that was just a compromise. I thought that if I lived like this, everything would come true naturally. But… … I started to think that maybe this too was an escape from reality. An escape that I kept putting off so that my grandfather wouldn’t find out about my greed to become the next leader. It was easier to become the Demon Slayer and fight than to say that.”

Listening to his words, Geommugeuk drank his wine quietly.

Perhaps the leader of the martial arts world feels the same way?

The burden of making his grandson his successor. The burden of a martial arts leader who has pursued only honor throughout his life.

Perhaps he too is escaping from reality, unable to bear the dishonor of having chosen his grandson as his successor when there is someone more capable.

If my grandson continues to be active as a demon lord for a long time, there will come a time when everyone will acknowledge him. Vaguely.

The sword dance drama thought that Jin Ha-gun’s decision was a good one.

The most dangerous relationships are those where neither partner is honest about their desires, because if this relationship goes awry, it can spiral out of control.

“I also think it is time for your lava to erupt.”

Jin Ha-gun gained strength from the cheering of the sword dance.

“I’m risking my life.”

“No! You haven’t done it yet? Even the local gangsters risk their lives to become the leader, so you should have done it already to become the leader of the martial arts world! Go to the leader and shout at him! Now give me the position of successor! If you get scolded, go and flatter me the next day! Just show me your true colors!”

Jin Ha-gun laughed. Yes, talking to Geommu-geuk gives me strength like this.

At that moment, they saw Bisain and Hanseol walking together in the distance.

“What are they talking about?”

“A secret plan between the Sadomaeng and the Bukhae Ice Palace to join hands and attack the Murim Alliance?”

“Didn’t you hear that earlier? It must be you.”

“That can’t be. I was the one who tied the red thread between you two.”

Jin Ha-gun looked back at the sword dance and spoke with concern.

“What if that friend gets emotionally hurt like that?”

“Then wear it.”

Geommugeuk looked at Jin Hagun and spoke calmly.

“If we look back on our lives later and all we remember are the times we fought against the enemy, wouldn’t we feel sorry for our lives?”