Absolute Regression Chapter 737

737th Only One Possible Person

“Have you ever met my father?”

He said the same thing my father said! Could it be a coincidence? Or perhaps he knew my father?

The sword dance shook its head.

“does not exist.”

At least I’ve never met him in this life.

“I just know that he is a man of strong principles.”

When the word ‘principle’ came up, Taesu’s expression hardened slightly.

“I heard he only steals from the unjust. I heard he gives some of his stolen goods to the poor.”

Taesu nodded silently.
He taught his son, Taesu, not to break that principle.

But Taesu was dissatisfied with that teaching.
If he wanted to do such good things, he might as well have lived as a swordsman. What conscience does a thief have? Since he’s already being called a thief, he should steal everything without hesitation.

There was a day when I had such feelings and then they finally exploded.

―Is your father’s principle for doing good, or is it to justify stealing?

His father didn’t answer. Then he saw. The anger, disappointment, and bewilderment on his father’s face.

I haven’t seen my father since that day.

“Father…….”

“He’s a great man,” was the phrase I had intended to say. Just moments ago, when Geommugeuk had aimed his sword, it was also his father who had used him as a shield.
But the words were choked up, and the words wouldn’t come out.
It was Geommugeuk who hesitated and continued.

“Father is difficult. For us sons.”

Taesu’s stern expression softened slightly without his knowledge. Then, Taesu saw the strange gaze he had seen from Geommugeuk again.

‘You’re looking at me with those eyes again.’

It was a look that seemed to want to say something.

“Well, we’ve eaten, so shall we leave now?”

Geommu-geuk walked ahead, and the two demons followed.
When he turned around after walking a distance, Taesu was standing there.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going?”
“You have to release the demonic blood to move.”
“It’s been released since a while ago.”

The demonic blood that had been restraining him had been released. He could no longer use his internal energy, but his body could move freely.

‘When did that happen?’

I hadn’t even sensed the wind blowing. The sheer magnitude of this move was known more clearly than anyone else: Blood Heavenly Sword Master and Ilhwa Sword Master.

Descending from the mountain, the Geommugeuk party found the carriage they had left at a village and set off.
Bloody Heavenly Horse and Ilhwa Geomjon rode inside, while Geommugeuk and the governor sat on the coachman’s seat.
When Geommugeuk set off without warning, the governor asked with a puzzled expression.

“Do you know where your destination is?”

I knew I had to ask myself, at least ask myself if I was going in the right direction.

“Until you tell me, I’ll go where I please. If I go too far in the opposite direction, gently pull the reins.”

Looking at the face that looked like it was about to poke him again at any moment, Taesu felt that it would not be easy to figure out what kind of person this young man in front of him was.

“Come to think of it, I don’t even know your name.”

The gaze of the swordsman deepened slightly. He gazed at the open road where the carriage sped past for a moment, then said his name.

“It’s a sword dance.”

Bloody Heavenly Horse and Ilhwa Sword Lord, riding in the carriage, looked at each other.
They knew that Geommu-geuk usually used the name Geomyeon after leaving the school. Revealing his real name meant he was willing to reveal his identity as well.

Of course, Taesu didn’t know that the leader of the Cheonmasingyo cult was named Geommu-geuk. Even if he had known, he probably assumed they were namesakes. After all, there’s no way the leader of the Cheonmasingyo cult would carry all that luggage around and cook a mushroom dish himself.

Taesu glanced at the sword dance.

“Can you tell me what sect you belong to?”
“I can tell you, but it’s better if you don’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because if you knew, it would be much harder to steal my heart. Just follow your heart.”

Taesu misunderstood that Geommugeuk did not inform the Samun.

‘You’re a political dictator.’

If they were like the Demonic Cult or the Sapa, they would have already revealed their identities without me having to ask. If only to scare me.

‘He comes from a prestigious family.’

So the question was who was the leader of these three.
At first glance, he seemed like an old man, but watching them eat suggested otherwise. He carried the load and cooked, but it felt like this young man was in control.

“Then may I ask what your relationship is with those two?”

Elders of the family? Master? But the answer from the sword dance was unexpected.

“These are my two wings.”

At those words, Blood Heavenly Horse and Ilhwa Sword Lord, who were riding in the carriage, laughed together. The two parties who had been vying for the left wing and the right wing were riding in the carriage.

“With just those two, I could devour this whole Central Plains.”
“The three of us?”
“You’ll be on the same side now. The four of us.”

Taesu turned his head in the opposite direction of the carriage.

‘You want me to steal the heart of this elusive person?’

It was the beginning of something more difficult than any theft he had ever done.

* * *

The place where the running carriage stopped was next to the lakeside.

“Come down and look over there.”

At the end of the sword dance, Blood Heavenly Sword Master and Ilhwa
Sword Master disembarked from their carriage. The setting sun was setting over a large lake beside the road. The light stretching into the sky and seeping into the lake combined to create a spectacular sight.

The sword dance quickly climbed up onto the carriage roof and sat down.

“This is really awesome.”

Bloody Heavenly Sword and Ilhwa Sword Lord nodded together. This was the first time they had seen such a beautiful sunset together.

The sword dance stopped the carriage for the sake of the two people.

‘Take full advantage of this moment!’

While the three men gazed at the minister, the governor sat on the coachman’s seat, looking across the street.
Even setting aside the two masters in the carriage, what kind of beauty could a young man, so young and pale, find so captivating?

It all felt like hypocrisy and pretense. Just flattery to impress the two masters in the carriage.

‘How do I get out?’

If this continues, we’ll die at their hands. We’ll have to take them to the gun range and use the machine there to escape or eliminate them.

Then.
Whoosh.
His new form, drawn by some unknown force, soared and landed next to Geommu-geuk, who was sitting on the carriage roof. Geommu-geuk had used the air to place him next to him.

“You just had a bad idea, didn’t you? You were researching how to kill us and get us out of here? Were you going to kill us with a gun or a machine gun?”
“No!”

Taesu’s voice trembled as the wind suddenly struck him squarely. It was so precise, he couldn’t prepare for it!

“You can think bad thoughts later, but this is a scene you won’t see later. Watch it while you can. There’s no later.”

Why isn’t there a later? I’m risking my life for that later.

Taesu forced himself to swallow the words that were rising to his throat and gazed at the sunset.
Just then, birds flying low over the lake brushed the surface, causing water droplets to splash and burst into a crimson blaze. It was truly beautiful.

It suddenly occurred to Taesu that this was his first time seeing such a sight. He’d never stood by a lake at sunset before.
He’d lived a life so busy, always being chased, always being chased.

“If I pretend to find that scenery beautiful next to you, can I steal your heart?”

Geommugeuk smiled and nodded.

“Yeah. At least you’ll think, ‘He’s trying.’”

Taesu looked at the sword dance.

“Even if that means deceiving you?”
“Isn’t it deceiving to just sit still and do nothing?”

Taesu bit his lip slightly and made up his mind.

“Very well. If you wish, I can actively shed my hypocrisy.”

A smile appeared on Geommugeuk’s lips.

“Okay, try it somewhere.”

The sword dance waited, watching the sunset.
But once they laid out the mat, their mouths wouldn’t open.

“It’s not that hard, is it? Just say, ‘You’re so beautiful,’ with a smile. Thank you for letting me sit next to you. It’s even better this way.”

But even after the sword dance demonstration, the words didn’t come out easily.
When we first met, I even tried to trick him, tears welling up in my eyes. I prided myself on my ability to act flawlessly. Was it pride? Or was it?

“I’ll do it later.”
“Okay, then.”

The sword dance wasn’t forced at all.

The Blood Heavenly Horses, who were standing side by side under the carriage and looking at the lake, sent a message to Ilhwa Sword Master.

“That thief won’t have it easy. He told me to steal the hardest thing in the world.”

Bloody Heavenly Doma knows. It seems like the Sword Dance Theater will give its affections to just anyone, but that’s absolutely not the case. He knows how difficult it is to truly win that heart.

-You only managed to steal one person.
-Who?

Ilhwageomjon looked at the bloody sword.

-me?

Bloodthirsty Horse shook his head as if it were nonsense.

“Not me. Maybe I should have been a masked man?
” “Is that so? I’m like my older brother.”

Bloody Heavenly Swordsman flinched at the word “Brother.” It was a title he hadn’t heard in a long time.
It was the kind of thing Ilhwa Swordsman would hear when he was in a good mood.

‘You feel as good as I do.’

That was exactly when.

Doo doo doo doo doo.

A group of unmanned soldiers rushed toward the carriage. Their numbers reached several dozen. In an instant, they surrounded the carriage, their momentum unmatched. Each and every one of them displayed extraordinary agility.
A familiar face stepped out from among them.

“Hey, porter.”

The woman who stepped forward was none other than Chuyeon, daughter of the Biryongbangju.
The Biryongsipgeol standing behind her now numbered four. Six of the Biryongsipgeol had been lost in that cave.

“No matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find your bodies.”

Not only the body, but Jang Bo-do was nowhere to be found.
Her gaze turned to Tae-su.

“They’re taking the author with them.”
“They’re going with me to rescue my sister.”

Chuyeon snorted.

“You take me for a fool. You experts would act for someone like that?”

She didn’t believe it. There was more than one suspicious thing.
Her gaze fell on the Bloody Heavenly Sword and the Ilhwa Sword. They weren’t even looking this way, just gazing out at the lake.
The two of them looked much the same now as they did in the cave. She still didn’t care.

‘Let’s see how far you can ignore me.’

Then, a gray-haired man walked out from behind Chuyeon. He was Jongbaek, the elder of the Biryongbang.
He was the most trusted figure by his father, the owner of the shack. He was a master of the Biryongbang, possessing not only exceptional martial arts skills but also a profound knowledge of the martial arts world.
His fiery temper made him the person Chuyeon feared most.

“Are they sure?”
“Yes, they must have Jang Bo-do.”

Jongbaek asked with inner strength in his voice.

“I am Jongbaek, the elder of Biryongbang. Where do you come from?”

Although he was asking politely, Jongbaek had a sharp knife in his heart.
He was determined to secure Jang Bodo, no matter who his opponent was. This time, Biryongbang had staked its life on securing Jang Bodo. Having already suffered such heavy losses in Manhyeoldong, they couldn’t back down like this.

Jongbaek’s gaze was still directed at the Blood Heavenly Sword and Ilhwa Sword, who were standing with their backs turned.

‘They are indeed unusual people.’

At first glance, you couldn’t guess their skills at all.
But that’s okay. Their power is unmatched, no matter who you fight.

His gaze turned back to the sword dance.

“Then you answer.”
“It’s not a formidable defense like Biryongbang, so how could it reveal itself in the midst of a battle for Jangbo? I hope you understand.”

Jongbaek observed the sword dance. Then Chuyeon stepped forward and spoke politely.

“The author is merely a porter. You don’t need to worry too much about him.”

But Jongbaek could see that Chuyeon had misjudged his opponent. The young man before him showed no signs of martial arts training, yet he possessed a presence more powerful than anyone else present.

“Good. So, is it true that you have a Jang Bo-do?”
“You misunderstood, my lady.”

Chuyeon came forward and spoke.

“If you’re so confident, you could just let me search your luggage.”
“I can show you my body and luggage as much as I want, but I can’t search your bodies. There’s only one person in the world who can do that.”

When Geommugeuk refused, a tense atmosphere filled the air.
Just then, a calm, elegant voice resonated through the air.

“It’s been a while, Elder Jong.”

Ilhwageomjon slowly turned his body and looked in this direction.
Jongbaek finally saw her face. He was
sure he’d seen her somewhere, but he couldn’t recall her. The voice was also unmistakably familiar.

Who is it?

His sense of crisis urged him to remember quickly.

Ilhwageomjon slowly walked towards Jongbaek.

“I’ve changed so much that it won’t be easy to recognize me.”

At that moment, Jongbaek’s eyes caught sight of Ilhwageomjeon’s sword sheath.

Red camellia flowers engraved as intensely as blood.

Jongbaek’s gaze turned back to Ilhwageomjon. Recognizing his opponent, Jongbaek was startled.

“You!”

Only then did she realize she was Ilhwageomjon. Just as she’d said, she’d changed completely. Back then, she’d worn heavy makeup and flashy clothes.

He hadn’t thought he’d meet Ilhwa Geomjon in a place like this, so he hadn’t thought of her.
Before he could say anything, Ilhwa Geomjon turned to Geommugeuk and spoke calmly.

“I am traveling with a special person.”

Jongbaek shuddered as if struck by lightning. What did it mean for the words “precious person” to come from the mouth of the Demon Lord?

He looked at Ilhwageomjeon and spoke calmly.

“The main room has made a grave mistake. This old man has cut off one of his arms and is asking for forgiveness. Please accept it.”

Chuyeon was startled by those words. That formidable and powerful Elder Jong would cut off her arm without even putting up a fight? Not only she, but the other warriors were all shocked.

Jongbaek drew his sword without hesitation.

“I hope you will forgive me.”

Shhh!

Without giving her a chance to stop him, he swung his sword at her arm.
Chuyeon screamed.

closely!

The next moment!
Jongbaek was more shocked than his own arm had been severed.
Suddenly, Geommugeuk reached him and grabbed his wrist.
He hadn’t even noticed his opponent’s movements for a single moment until he grabbed his wrist.

He was caught in a flash. If he hadn’t grabbed his arm and stabbed himself in the neck, he would have died.

‘… … I am just a second to him.’

It was unbelievable. The opponent wasn’t even a demonic cult leader, but a minor cult leader.
As he froze in shock, Geommu-geuk smiled and spoke.

“Elder Jong, there is something you would like to do with these precious arms.”