I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 26

Episode 26 Collaboration is not politics

“So… … there are more than a few people who have been attacked by the Oirat?”

“So, I’m saying that there’s no way Oirats would do that?”

After a whirlwind meal, our conversation began in earnest.

The theme, of course, was the Oirats.

“How can you be sure of that?”

Eulharyeong asked with his snake eyes wide open. It was understandable.

Even while eating here, there were repeated instances of gossip about the Oirat.

It was basic to set up a position in the northwest of the hot sea and destroy the targets. If you offered them coins, they would swing their swords at you, saying it was a small amount. If you offered them silver, they would capture you, saying it was a spy.

Because of this, hundreds of laypeople were arrested and dozens more lost their lives.

So, Eulharyeong was venomously attacking Yalultak, who was only defending Jangchun.

“Oh, I told you that can’t be true! This is driving me crazy. Did you see it? Did you see it?”

Finally, Yaryul Tak got up from his seat.

Sit down. What a shame to be acting like this at the table.

“Don’t you have ears but not eyes? People say!”

Why are you up again?

Back! Yelling, Eulharyeong also stood up.

Chairs were tossed around, the commotion grew louder, and so did the voices.

“Am I not a human?! Wow, Mr. Me. This is really it!”

When Yal-Tak tried to poke his eyes with his index and middle fingers, Hyeol-Ra spoke in a heavy voice with a murderous aura.

“What are you doing?”

Blood. Blood Heavenly Water Dragon, please give way to the dantian and speak.

Before I knew it, all eyes around me were fixed on this side.

“Cow, cow leader… …? Aren’t you the cow leader?”

“Ouch! Oh, that’s right! I’ll come next time.”

The customers who had been coming started to line up. Those who had been watching also lifted their buttocks off their chairs.

I held my temples and shook my head.

Then he whispered softly.

“Everyone… … sit down.”

Knock knock!

All the guests in the inn sit down in unison.

Why are you guys sitting!

The atmosphere became even more bleak.

Of course, the authors of the group didn’t care.

“Even if the Oirat bastards do show off, it’s not to that extent?”

“How do you know that?”

“Why don’t you know? I grew up in Oirat.”

“yes?”

“I told you. I’m an illegitimate child. Your mother is an Oirat, so you know.”

“ah…….”

Although Yul-Tak spoke calmly, Eul-Ha-Ryeong was at a loss as to what to do because she felt sorry.

“Don’t misunderstand. I’m not saying that I like Oirat. But why would those who are on special terms with the Bloodless Palace bother the Myunggyo? If they’re the Jeongpa bastards, they wouldn’t know.”

“What is the political party? Why? What happened?”

“yes?”

I scolded Yaryul-tak and thought deeply.

It was definitely strange.

Cheon Se-min does not wish to become a cult leader himself.

Then, instead of trying to catch me, you should just maintain your original friendly relationship with the Blood Princess.

If the two have become estranged and there is an Oirat in between… … .

‘The Oirat must have persecuted and imprisoned the innocent at the request of the Blood Palace. They must be rescued. Even if they are members of the Demonic Cult… … Cooperation is not politics.’

I stood up from my seat, steeling my resolve.

* * *

“f*ck… … . How long are you going to make me sit down… … !”

“Isn’t that a little ear? If you hide outside and stand up, they might come and cut your throat. And even then, there’s still plenty left.”

“Business failed today… … .”

Of course, those who remained in the guest house had to remain there for a long time, filled with resentment.

It was a place where Ma Cheon So became more and more notorious day by day.

* * *

The next day.

Yul-tak woke up and looked for water first.

After gulping it down, he rubbed his eyes and went into the sect leader’s bedroom. Then he looked around.

“Little leader?”

The bed he had slept on was as neatly made as when he first arrived, and he was nowhere to be seen.

“Where did you go again?”

Yul-tak frowned and scratched his groin as he headed towards Ma-cheon-so’s seat.

“What is this?”

I saw a strange piece of paper lying on the table.

【Did you have a peaceful night? I couldn’t sleep well at the end, so I was watching you while I was sleeping. Suddenly, I realized something and decided to leave first. Don’t worry about anything and go to Somyeonggung. If you stay too long, people will say you’re begging for food. So, go and take care of it. I’ll say a lot of nonsense.

– Macheonso Bae Baek】

“uh……?”

Even though the content was not long, Yaryul-tak studied the letter intently for more than half an hour in a dazed state.

And then the moment you wake up completely from your slumber and become fully aware of everything.

“What are you talking about! What the hell? You went alone?”

A scream erupted.

“Has the young cult leader woke up?”

At that moment, Eulharyeong and Hyulra came into the room next door and asked. They had gotten up early and dressed up, so they didn’t look much different from yesterday.

Instead of answering, Yaryul-tak flipped through the letter and muttered.

“I thought you were doing better recently, but it’s clear that the upper class leader has come to visit. What is Beonyeon Gaeo and what is Mangeondasa? And what’s Bae Baek? You didn’t learn martial arts and just wrote. Anyway, that’s not the important part. The young sect leader has disappeared.”

“and…….”

Eulharyeong exclaimed in admiration at the beautiful handwriting that seemed to resemble a landscape painting rather than the content.

It was no different for Hyulra. Her eyes were wide open and it was difficult to look at her.

He usually seemed eccentric and different, but I never imagined he would be such a great calligrapher.

“Are you surprised right now? The cult leader disappeared?”

Yaryul Tak suddenly lost his temper.

“He has nothing to worry about.”

But Hyulra is just so calm.

“Hey, Daeju. No. Daeju is… … . Hey, Hyulra. Can you take responsibility for that? Huh? Can you take responsibility for that?”

When Yal-Tak pushed his forehead in and shouted, Hyeol-Ra blocked his way with a letter and answered.

“It is the Lord’s order. We are going to the Somyeong Palace.”

Hwaruk! The letter in Hyulra’s hand turned into flames. It was the Samadhi Evolution that could only be performed when reaching the peak.

Yul-tak was even more surprised than when he read the letter and couldn’t even close his mouth.

‘That gentleman… … . No way… … He regained all his energy in the meantime? Shit! How can that be? That’s why he’s been so arrogant up until now… … ?’

“Aren’t you coming?”

Hyul-ra looks back indifferently like an executioner and asks.

“Let’s go! My lord! Chuungseoung!”

Here is Yelul-tak running, wagging his tail like a eunuch.

* * *

Wearing a sacred mask and waving a black windbreaker, he ran without stopping. He came down to Yeolhae without any hesitation, regardless of whether it was a cliff or a forest.

After running like that for a long time, an endless horizon finally appeared before my eyes like a vast ocean.

I couldn’t help but be amazed by its grandeur.

I looked back again and looked up at Cheonsan Mountain where the Demonic Cult resided.

The entwined green trees and the curved peaks disappeared like a formation.

‘I’m going to die trying to find the devil’s cult.’

The Cheonsan Mountain seen from that far down was magnificent.

“I heard that the Oirat base is in the northwest of Yeolhae.”

If there is an answer, there is no need to worry for long.

“You’ll find out when you go.”

I immediately deployed my lightness and ran along the land path.

* * *

Oirat steppe.

There are many round gers (坡吾達) made of cloth processed from sheep wool.

One of them was as large as many other gers combined, and nearby were warriors guarding the area strictly.

Unlike the central plains, he has short hair that reveals his skull. He has a body that is twice his size and wears red armor with a collar and sleeves decorated with pure white wool.

Beep!

And that’s not all. In the sky, their black eagles soared like a flock of crows.

If you see just one on the street, you’ll cringe, but there are hundreds of them, so anyone would probably end up peeing or defecating.

This was the Oirats, who were called the Western Yuan and the last spark for the nomads.

Thud, thud.

And there were those who bravely walked calmly into the cave.

Pfft …

Among the black eagles, a larger, pure white falcon perched atop a ger pillar.

Those wearing pure white military uniforms and wind-covered clothes used in the West.

The princess of the Bloodless Palace, Yeol-jin, and the Baek-mu-chil-gi-dae who follow him.

“Stop.”

An Oirat warrior blocked the road and shouted in Mongolian.

“Open it.”

Sreung! Then the woman wearing the black blindfold answered, drawing two swords from her back.

It was Taehwa, a subordinate of Yaluljin.

He was so fierce that he did not yield even to warriors two or three times his size.

“How dare you!”

At her rough response, the Oirat warriors also gained momentum and each took out their axes.

Seeing this, Taehwa raised the corners of his lips and walked without hesitation.

Yuljin and Baekmu Chilgi just watched this as if they were spectators.

She said.

“If you want to live, you’d better put down that old axe and cover your neck with that hand.”

“You cheeky bitch! Hit me!”

As the warriors rushed in, Taehwa also crossed his two swords and shot out like a flash of light.

Crunch! Clash! A fountain of blood poured out from the neck of the warrior in the front. He fell backwards, still holding the axe he was about to swing.

Kang! Then, an axe flew fiercely from behind, so I spun around and struck it with my left sword, then cut off both of his legs with my right sword.

Crunch!

“Take it!”

As the front row collapses, the atmosphere in the hall becomes tense. Taehwa’s pure white robe is stained with blood.

“Take out each bow!”

Chuck! A loud shout came from somewhere, and the warriors in the rear ranks pulled out the huge bows hanging from their backs.

“Shit.”

Taehwa’s expression hardened for a moment and he tilted his head down to his shoulder. Then he prepared to run forward again, swinging his swords out of the crossroads.

It was the moment when the fight that had stopped for a moment was about to start again.

Phew-!

As the horn trumpet sounded from the inner ger, the warriors split apart to the left and right.

When even the rough breathing became quiet, a muddy sound resonated from inside the ger.

“Come inside.”

Thud, thud.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yaluljin entered with a calm expression on his face.

He spoke to Taehwa, who was still standing with his sword drawn, as he passed by.

“Taehwa. Step back.”

“Order. Follow.”

Sreung! Taehwa follows.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The Oirat warriors standing on the left and right were filled with an intimidating aura. Not a single one of them wavered.

Because they were the strongest Kirin, Yal-Jin, and the Baek-Mu-Chil-Gi-Dae who followed him.

*Baekmu Chilgi-dae waited outside the tent, and only Yeluljin and Taehwa entered inside.

Inside, a man much larger than the warriors outside sat leisurely, hanging a bow on each bow.

It was a large bow that fit well in a hand larger than that of an average adult.

“It’s been a while.”

『I was worried that something might have happened to Grand Master. It seems that he is fine.』

Yasen. The leader of the Oirat. In their language, he was called Esen Taishi.

He was also the main person who brought together numerous tribes and raised them into a powerful force comparable to the Ming and Northern Yuan dynasties of the time.

『Tae-sara… … .』

The night elf rose from his seat. Then, a heavy aura took over the space.

Taehwa furrowed his brow and instinctively moved his hand closer to the sword.

On the other hand, Yaluljin was as calm as a gentle breeze.

“Do you think I am fit to be a Grand Master?”

Minseona Yauljin’s eyebrows twitched slightly. It was the first time she had reacted. Yasun’s question contained a lot of meaning.

It’s definitely not a feeling of superiority.

After the Yuan Dynasty was defeated and scattered into numerous tribes in the north and west, each chieftain was given the title of Grand Historian.

This was also the reason why the Oirats were still called a department and not a nation, even though they had unified the Western Yuan and were comparable to the Northern Yuan.

Because of this, the intention behind the question was closer to an inferiority complex.

“It sounds like you’re going to become Khan.”

As always, Yuljin’s voice had no highs or lows.

Yasun always liked that. His attitude of not adding or taking away.

“Now there’s nothing I can’t do.”

Teeing!

The night elf pulled the string of the bow that he had completed. He drew a large arc and tightened it again.

It may not seem like much, but it is impossible for someone with the strength to break rocks to pull back that large bow so easily.

Of course, whether he becomes the Great Khan or establishes a country is not a big problem for Yelü Jin.

The important thing is.

“If you’ve made up your mind, stop making unnecessary noise.”

“Are you talking about Sangjae Palace?”

These are laymen who were captured.

“It seems like you knew what you were doing.”

“You don’t need to know everything, but you don’t need to pretend to know anything either.”

It means that it was done knowingly.

Why?

In a split second, countless pictures were drawn in Yaluljin’s head and erased several times.

He opened his mouth again.

“Was it your father’s will?”