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Taejonbirok Volume 21, Episode 3
Chapter 113: The Lazy Man Cries (3)
Jang Il's body froze like a stone statue.
'brother?'
Did you just call him hyung?
brother?
no.
That can't be true.
As far as Jang Il knows, there is only one person in the world that Wi Yeon-ho calls “hyung.”
Stomach coral.
That's all.
His close friend and Wei Yanho's older brother.
The world's most anticipated successor, the Sword of the Magi, is the Coral Reef.
however…….
“Brother…?”
That can't be true.
There is no way the author is a widow.
Jang Il's face was distorted in a strange way.
'Fuck.'
Deny. Deny and deny again.
He repeatedly denies the fact that the black-clad man spewing out that magic energy could be Weichanho.
But his eyes were accurate.
When I think about it, I'm convinced. I can tell without even seeing his face.
He is unmanned.
Identifying people based solely on their skeletal structure shouldn't be difficult. Given the open nature of information handling, the ability to accurately distinguish even a fleeting glance is essential.
His eyes speak.
What is that person's identity?
"no!"
Jang-il shouted.
Wisanho, who was captured by the Demonic Cult, has returned. Perhaps this is cause for celebration.
But Jang Il cried out in despair.
Because it's so obvious.
Because it is so clear that the magic flowing out of the author's body and the actions the author is taking now are for someone else's benefit.
“……Coral?”
Wi Jeong-han's voice trembled.
“Coral… coral?”
The man in black turned his head and looked at Wi Jeong-han. Then he slowly raised his hand and pulled off the mask he was hiding behind.
Swoosh.
Hair flows down.
The hair that was tied up neatly is now scattered and scattered.
'Shepherd.'
Wi Jeong-han couldn't help but think of a man at that sight.
A man who liked to wear black.
A man who always gave off an ominous aura.
And the man who was always lonely.
I think I know.
Why had he been dreaming of the Red-eyed Tiger so much lately, and why had he stopped dreaming of it as if it were a lie as soon as Weisan was captured?
They look alike.
They look so similar.
The appearance of the coral had become so strikingly similar to that of a red-eyed hawk that, without a closer look, even a hawk could mistake it for one.
“Hey, coral.”
"father."
The coral bowed its head.
“How are you?”
“……Why are you doing that?”
Wi Jeong-han muttered as if he had lost his mind.
“Why you?”
Wi San-ho looked at Wi Jeong-han with sunken eyes and then opened his mouth.
“Please understand that I may not be able to set a proper example due to the circumstances.”
“…….”
Wi Jeong-han could not continue speaking.
It's a coral reef.
That's really a coral reef. It was just a coral reef, no different from before it was captured by the Demonic Cult.
That fact made Wi Jeong-han afraid.
If the author is clearly a shaman, why is he spewing out magical energy? And why did he rescue the Thousand-Ryu Sword?
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and…….
'How far is this street?'
It's far. It's too far.
The distance between where he was and the top of the eaves felt so far that it was unbearable.
“Wait a minute! Unleash the magic! Unleash the magic!”
"……ah!"
Wi Jeong-han was startled and looked around.
Zhuge Yan was sweating profusely and spreading his veil around himself, so that the warriors who filled the surrounding area couldn't hear him.
I don't know the exact circumstances. But even a three-year-old child can tell that it wouldn't be good for others to hear this. Wi Jeong-han opened his eyes wide.
Man in black.
No, Weishanho watched the scene quietly and then turned his gaze to Wei Yanho.
The blazing eyes of the Wei Yanhu, and the eyes of the Wei Sanhu, which are as cold as ice and sinking.
Those two eyes met in the air.
“Why are you so angry?”
“What are you doing? What are those black clothes for?”
The coral reef, with its long coat tilted back, smiled faintly.
“It’s not my style, but they don’t have any white uniforms. Shouldn’t I wear this?”
“You seem to have the presence of mind to joke.”
"Of course. I'm perfectly sane. Just so you know, I'm not brainwashed, nor am I being bullied into doing this."
"then?"
Wei Yanho's voice was close to a scream.
"So, does that mean you're there now because of your brother's will? You mean you're willing to fight even if it means taking up your sword?"
“Of course.”
Wi Yeon-ho took a deep breath.
Wi Yeon-ho, who had been holding his breath for a long time, shouted at the top of his lungs.
“That’s what you’re supposed to say!”
Wi Yeon-ho's whole body trembles.
"You can't say that without being crazy? You're going to point a knife at us?"
“If necessary.”
Unlike Wei Yanho's voice, which seemed like it was going to burst, Wei Sanho's voice was simply calm.
It wasn't cold or sharp. It was a voice soothing, almost like someone soothing a sulking younger sibling.
“Why!”
Wi San-ho answered with a troubled expression.
"What should I say? This is a tricky situation. This isn't a good place to let everything out, is it?"
“Stop talking soothingly! Damn it.”
“I’m sorry if it sounded that way.”
Wei Yanho could not accept this situation.
It's a coral reef.
He is his older brother.
He was the older brother who always looked at him with a gentle face. He was the brother who gave him blind faith, more than his father or mother.
The person who felt more like a father to him than his own father, whose face he'd never even seen as a child, was Wi San-ho. And now, Wi San-ho was standing across from him, pointing a sword at him.
To live with sincerity.
But how on earth are we supposed to understand this situation?
“What on earth happened there?”
"nothing."
"nothing?"
“Yes. I just found out the truth.”
Weichan's voice was still soft.
But Wei Yanho's voice became increasingly more intense.
“Truth? What the hell are you talking about!”
Wi Yeon-ho's emotions were racing, but Wi San-ho remained unwavering from the beginning until now. The fact that he was reunited with his parents and siblings didn't seem to excite him at all.
“Yeonho.”
The way Weichan calls Wei Yanhu has not changed from before.
A warm voice calling out to his reckless younger brother. The unease it evoked made Wei Yanho tremble.
"Truth is sometimes a scary thing. The world I inhabit can be twisted in an instant. Sometimes, it's better not to know."
Weichan shook his head.
"I just saw the truth. And I just knew what I had to do. So don't be so angry. Everything just fell into place."
"You're saying that's the right place? You're saying that joining the Demonic Cult is the right place? Are you serious?"
“You know better than I do whether I’m being sincere or not.”
"it's okay."
Wi Yeon-ho raised his sword.
"Whatever happened to you, you're going to get hurt anyway. If you can't understand with words, just beat him up and bring him to his senses."
Weichan shook his head.
“Don’t do that. I don’t want to kill you.”
“……Kill me? Me?”
This is an absurd statement.
Who is Wei Yanho? How could he say such things even after seeing him break the Cheonryu Sword?
"If our paths diverge, if we must ultimately face each other… the day will come when I kill you with my own hands. But not now. I cannot kill you with my own hands yet. So, that's all for today."
The wise man shouted.
“Coral, that black…….”
"yes."
Weichanho lifted the sword at his waist.
“It’s my father’s sword.”
“…….”
Wi Jeong-han clenched his fist.
father.
Until now, only he had been the rightful owner of that word. But now, Weisanho was calling someone else "father."
“Coral.”
“No, Father. There’s no need to try to persuade me.”
Weichanho smiled bitterly.
"I still feel the overwhelming gratitude you gave me. I fully understand the great dangers you took and the immense pain you endured to raise me. I also know that even if I were born a hundred times over, I could never fully repay your kindness."
Weichan Hao bowed his head deeply once again.
"I will never forget the kindness you gave me, taking in my cursed bloodline and raising me like your own. If I were reborn in the next life, I would repay your kindness. But it won't be easy in this life."
Wi Jeong-han could tell.
Wisanho is now in perfect sanity. He hasn't been invaded by magic or brainwashed by the Demonic Cult. He looks exactly as he did when he last saw him.
Still, I stand on the other side.
Of one's own free will.
By your own choice.
'Why… … .'
Does that mean fate cannot be resisted?
I've dedicated my life to giving Wisanho a normal life. But is this how he ends up finding his own path?
This is too harsh.
“What are you planning to do!”
The wise man shouted.
"The shepherd is dead! He's dead! What difference does it make to avenge the dead man? And who killed the shepherd!"
“I know.”
Wi San-ho's cold voice cut off Wi Jeong-han's words.
"I know that nothing will change, that the blade isn't pointed precisely where it should be, and that all of this is meaningless… I know it all. I know it better than you, Father."
It's getting more intense.
The voice of Weishanho, which had not wavered at all until now, began to grow louder.
"I know. I know, but I still can't leave it alone. I survived thanks to my father's sacrifice, yet they turned him into a devil and enjoyed peace in this world! This world full of hypocrisy!"
Black magic flowed out from the coral's body.
“……Fuck.”
A groan escaped the spine of the light.
That appearance is like… … .
'The Great Cannabis Emperor.'
Yeah, I remember.
A being that made even the cultist, who would attack anyone like a wild boar with its tail on fire, run away on all fours just by seeing it from afar.
That overwhelming strength and presence that could even break the will of hostility.
It's not perfect yet, but the current appearance of the coral clearly overlaps with that of the cannabis substitute.
'What on earth is going on?'
At that moment, Wei Yanhu took a step forward.
“Did you say everything?”
Wei Yanhu's sword was drawn out again and aimed at Wei Shanhu.
“Okay, keep talking. You can talk even when you’re lying in bed.”
“Yeonho.”
Weichan shook his head.
"It's too much. I don't want to hurt you. Not yet."
“Don’t worry.”
At that moment, Wei Yanhu flew towards the eaves where Wei Sanhu was standing.
“You won’t get hurt!”
A dazzling light streamed from Wei Yanhu's sword. Dazzling lightballs, seemingly capable of covering the world, fell toward Wei Shanhu like meteors.
A masterful move that even the Heavenly Sword would not dare to confront.
But the eyes of the coral that accepted the light were extremely indifferent.
“Useless things.”
Slurp.
A pitch-black sword comes out of its scabbard.
The sound of the sword being drawn sounded like someone's scream.
Weichan Ho drew his sword and slowly swung it.
Then… … .
Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Black magic swirled like a storm, accompanied by an ear-splitting scream.
Light and darkness.
The sword blasts from the two brothers intertwined in the air.