I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 293

Episode 293: The 100th Anniversary of Seo In-ja

When Namgung Yena sat down quietly within arm’s reach of Jegalmun, he personally held up the tea and nodded. It was a deep favor that was not his usual response.

"are you okay."

When she declined, he took the seat at the head of the table without wiping the smile off his lips.

"Yeah, what's going on? You must be busy with the competition."

"You know."

"Hmm… Is it because of the Sacheonhoeju?"

"Please, take it away."

Knock, knock. Jegalmundeng tapped the armrest with his fingertips and stared blankly at her.

Despite her sharp eyes that seem to pierce through every emotion, her expression is indifferent.

He was certainly different from others. The world respected Zhuge Liang, and all the warriors under the Martial Arts Alliance feared him.

One, she is not.

'He may look gentle on the outside, but he's a child who has been through many hardships. No matter how I look at him, he's a talent that's too good to be wasted on Daeju. What a pity.'

Jegalmun looked away, nodded, and said.

"The order cannot be taken away."

"Agency."

"As you know, the whole world admires Sacheonhoeju. It is only right for the Murim Alliance to embrace him."

"I heard you gave up the position of ambassador. Isn't that enough?"

"That should be enough. But you saw it too. Even if the whole world acknowledges the young Hweju who hasn't even turned two yet, it won't be easy for the Sabos to acknowledge him. It will take time."

"Please send me to Cheongryongdae. I don't fit in with Pungryongdae, which is in charge of external missions."

"No way."

"Why?"

"Then it doesn't mean anything."

For the first time, Namgung Yena's eyebrows furrowed.

"What does that mean?"

"Of all the dragons, only Pungryongdae needs the teachings of the Great Master. Shouldn't the Great Master know better?"

Her eyes were narrow and her eyelashes were fluttering.

Why don't I know? I know very well. There is a saying that other people have about Pungryongdae.

A bunch of defects.

It was said that they were a group of losers who were just troublemakers who didn't listen to anything.

one.

"Have I ever failed a mission?"

Namgung Yena has never failed a single mission. She has done it 100% of the time. No matter who she is facing, she has done it.

"No. Most of the missions were carried out by one person alone. It seems like he dealt with the Hyangju Saemae incident by himself this time."

"that……."

"Look here, my lord."

Jegalmun leaned forward and cut off his words firmly.

"The Wind Dragon is no longer suitable for you. How long will you remain in that position? Times have changed. Come up to the Dragon Pavilion. The position of Sabo suits you. Didn't your father desire it more than your brother?"

Namgung Yena tightly shut her trembling lips. The words that poured out one after another stabbed her heart like a dagger.

I thought I was used to all kinds of hardships, but my heart still aches whenever I hear stories about Pungryongdae and my father.

"Namgung Gaju's will… is not my will."

"It's called 'Seoinjailbaek' (書忍字一百). It is said that family harmony comes from a hundred times of patience. It is none of my business, but how about you stop being so understanding of your father?"

Sigh. Namgung Yena raised the corners of her lips. Then, unconsciously, she lightly brushed the old hairpin stuck in her hair and spoke.

"Can a fallen leaf return to its branch?"

"lender!"

"I took a step in vain."

Namgung Ye-na stood up and bowed her head in respect.

I know you have no intention of listening, so there's no reason for me to stay any longer.

As she approached the door, she stopped dead in her tracks and spoke coldly.

"The wind doesn't change, it returns, sir."

Chin, closed the door and went out.

It's not that I didn't know. Jegalmun and the others were trying to erase their traces left behind in Pungryongdae.

Five people including Yang Ja-gak and me.

I'm talking about the traces of the Pungryong Oseong.

So the group changed, and the group was reduced to a place where they only heard sarcastic remarks.

Yes, in a word, all the members are military men.

The reason why he is sending Sacheonhoeju to Pungryongdae is to tie the final knot.

Namgung Ye-na came out into the backyard and approached the memorial stone.

'Is it comfortable there? It's not so good here.'

The day he died, a cool breeze blew like today, and the sunlight was blinding.

It was one of those days when I felt good and wanted to stretch out a little more.

'I don't think I can make it tomorrow. I'm busy. Can you understand?'

I spoke to her inwardly and suddenly realized that I was smiling affectionately. I turned my back in surprise, wondering if someone had seen me. I can barely remember when I last smiled like this.

'I'll go.'

Namgung Ye-na stroked the memorial stone and turned around to walk away.

*

Shanxi Chu Huangmen

A large man was sitting with his back against a deserted wall.

The scars all over his skin were scary enough to make him look like a beggar, but the way he was picking grass seemed quite gentle enough to make him look like a bully.

If you just look at it, it looks a bit funny, but if you know the truth, no one would think that way.

The ultimate flame emperor, Yasun, who once ruled the Northern Yuan. Because he was a flame warrior.

"It's peaceful."

His face looked as peaceful as a horse as he muttered in Mongolian.

It's always been like this since I came to Chohwangmun under Ma Cheon So's orders.

I thought something big was going to happen, but what the heck. It was so peaceful when I came here.

Feeling a little sleepy, I leaned the back of my head against the wall and closed my eyes tightly.

Just a moment. Let's sleep for a moment.

As I was about to fall into a deep sleep, I heard the roar of the battlefield as an auditory hallucination. Then, I saw myself sitting on a magnificent throne.

When I raised my glass, everyone toasted together, and all eyes were on me.

Everything was perfect.

Suddenly, the situation changed drastically, and the scene continued where the commander, Wan-nan-su, ran out with an axe in his hand, followed by the Ultimate Flame Demon Squad.

'No. If you go that way… … .'

After a while, the Ultimate Flame Warriors were brutally killed one by one, and Wan-nan-su shouted to run away, covered in blood.

It was a rebellion by Arajiwon, one of the vassals of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

And next to him.

'Then why are you being so greedy? How presumptuous. Did you think it would end so easily just because the Heavenly Dragons were abandoned? Anyway, our Taishi (ambassador) is so pure. How… … did you have fun?'

『Banya-!』

Huh, huh. Yeomno's eyes shot open. It was a nightmare that he thought he had forgotten because he hadn't had it for a while.

A terrible nightmare that I would have without fail whenever I fell asleep while being tortured while locked in a deep underground prison.

His eyes were bloodshot as his breathing was still rough and he hadn't returned to normal.

And just then, a gentle tone of voice, drowning out everything, fell like flower petals.

"Are you awake?"

A pretty, elegant woman who tilts her head and talks to herself.

"you……."

Yeomno sat up, closed his eyes, and looked for any signs within the wall.

No. The woman who should be there is not there.

then…….

"Don't be afraid. It's okay."

Are you scared? What are you scared of?

"Because what you see isn't everything. Calm down. I won't hurt you."

Who would hurt whom? With those tiny hands, me, the ultimate flame master Yasun?

"Have you eaten?"

It's incredible. Yeomno shook his head. Then the woman handed him a dumpling wrapped in a bundle from her bosom. That's not what she meant.

"You can stay here forever. If people tell you anything, just come here and tell me."

『… … .』

"I am Yang So-hye."

Yeomno sighed and stared blankly at the hand she held out.

"Master, you are wrong. Your sister is not surprised to see me. She just sees me as a… …neighborhood idiot."

Yang So-hye smiled brightly and reached out her hand, and Yeom No slumped back down and closed his eyes.

It was the first meeting between the two.

*

"Why is your face like that?"

"Don't bother me."

"Are you from the Yuan Dynasty?"

"Do you always talk this much?"

"what's your name?"

"Stop talking and go away."

"Aren't you working?"

"……stop!"

"Oh, I said."

Yeomno opened his eyes wide and raised his voice. However, Yang Sohye smiled brightly.

People are scared just by looking at my face and avoid eye contact, but is there such a thing as fearlessness?

'That brother and that sister, is that it?'

Yeomno sighed and tapped the wall as he spoke.

"Go home."

Now that I think about it, there isn't even a single mouse hole, so I don't know where it came from.

Did you climb over the wall? It's too high for that. When I tilted my head, Yang So-hye snickered and felt around for the wall.

Then, like a mirage, the wall I was touching disappeared.

"What…?"

"Isn't it amazing? Someone I know made it for me. I use it when I want to go out alone in secret."

"hmm……."

It wasn't just amazing, I couldn't believe it even after seeing it.

I knew that there were people in the Central Plains and the Western Regions who were skilled in formations and sorcery, but this was going too far.

The wall disappeared without a trace or sound.

I'm guessing that whoever created this isn't just skilled, but one of the best in the world.

If someone like this could lend a helping hand… … .

"The one I desire."

When Yeomno expressed his admiration in Mongolian without hiding anything, Yang So-hye smiled brightly and muttered to herself.

"He is truly an amazing person. Then and now."

"Who, Ji?"

"Are you curious?"

"Yes."

"Then how about we tell each other one by one?"

"hmm?"

As I tilted my head, I had the illusion that Yang So-hye's eyes had suddenly become refined.

Soon I heard an unexpected, familiar colloquialism from her.

"Who is your master?"

It's Mongolian. He understood what he was saying.

Yeomno looked at her with a frown on his face in confusion.

"You are not the only one who knows the Yuan language. Tell me. Why am I your master's sister?"

The mood has changed. He is no longer the type who just laughs thoughtlessly and talks a lot.

My thoughts were short.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I was just taking a break to avoid people."

Yeomno chose denial for now. Judging from his eyes, he wasn’t an ordinary, clever person. If he were to add words for no reason, he would be the one who would be hurt.

『If a giant with such a large axe can run away… … then the opponent must be a demonic cult?』

Yang So-hye's gaze turned to the godfather behind Yeom-no's back.

Oh no. The pattern was obscured by the dried blood, but it was clearly an extraordinary weapon.

"I have nothing more to say to you."

"Then there's nothing I can do. I'll call my family and kick you out."

I couldn't help but laugh at the bold threat.

"Is this a threat?"

『At least if your business is with me, and you're going to keep hanging around, don't you have the right to know? Unless you're here to harm me.』

Sister Ma Cheon-so is right. What she says is really not ordinary. Yeom-no licked his lips and shook his head.

『… … That’s not for me to decide.』

"Then I guess I should go to your master and ask him directly. Is his name Banya?"

"No! He is… … . "

The moment Yeomno raised his voice, his face hardened, and he held onto Yang So-hye’s hand and pressed her against the wall.

Then he put his index finger to his lips and gestured for silence, pricking up his ears.

"I came to see you, young lady!"

Yang So-hye's face turns pale at the rough voice heard from inside the garden.

The first ambassador of the Chosun Ilbo. He was a public servant.

"I should go."

As I hurriedly tried to escape from Yeomno's embrace and touch the wall, a large pair of scissors suddenly grabbed my slender wrist.

"Are you dangerous?"

When I turn my head, Yeomno’s eyes shine transparently. Are you worried? About me?

『… … It’s okay. It’s nothing serious, so just wait here. Don’t go anywhere else. We have more to talk about.』

『… … .』

Yang So-hye took off the rough back of her hand that was wrapped around my wrist. Then she touched the wall, and the wall disappeared again like a mirage.

『… … It’s so frustrating.』

When Yeomno urgently revealed his identity, Yang So-hye stopped again, muttered softly, and disappeared into the garden.

"This is Yang So-hye."

Once again a wall separated them.

I feel like my mind is being ripped out.

『Whew… Master. You’ve given me quite a difficult task.』

Yeomno listened to the wall, ready to jump over it at any time.