I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 315

Episode 315: Wind Dragon (1)

Reasons for demotion? What. Remembering a dead lover? The members disobeying? Namgung Yena gritted her teeth.

Whatever it is, this is overreaching. It's true. It's timid and foolish.

"I can't accept it."

"Did I sound like I was asking for your opinion? Then I'll say it again. The Wind Dragons are demoted from the Great Dragons to the Great Dragons, and are excluded from the Four Dragons. Do you understand?"

Will it work? Not at all. Namgung Yena stubbornly expressed her refusal with her eyes.

One thing that was also expected was this.

"The messenger has probably reached the agents by now. They're offering a chance to transfer to a better position, so I doubt anyone would turn it down."

"Agent!"

"To maintain the lineage, you must always maintain at least ten members of this group. I don't think I need to recite the law of blind faith any more."

So that's why you called me here. To send the agents out while I was gone.

Anger welled up deep within his chest. Not even Zhuge Liang would have acted so hastily. He replied coldly.

"Once the Great Battle of Jeongsa begins, no one can replace the Pungryongdae. Who will go into the enemy's territory, cut down the enemy general, and rescue the prisoners?"

Since there's no justification, are you trying to approach it as a reason for existence? It's a good idea. It's true. Nowhere else can you make sacrifices like Pungryongdae. One.

"That won't happen."

"What do you mean?"

"There will be no ambushes against enemy lines, no rescues of prisoners. This is a war that will not happen."

Nonsense… … .

"Do you think that's possible?"

"Why not?"

Ha. That doesn't make sense. I thought this was the kind of answer only someone who'd never experienced a fight could give.

Do you think war is just a neighborhood brawl that will end in a day or two? Countless skirmishes will erupt over vast expanses of land, and as time passes, unforeseen situations will inevitably arise.

There will be hostages, and moments when diversionary tactics will be necessary. And that's not all. Entering enemy territory to extract information will also be commonplace.

But you don't have to make it.

"Please reconsider. If it is difficult, I will make the proposal directly to the Alliance."

Namgung Yena turned away as if it wasn't worth listening to any more.

Okay then.

"This. The Jeongsa Daejeon will end within that."

This? This is truly awe-inspiring. I turned around in disbelief and glared at Ma Cheon-so, who was smirking.

"The longer the war drags on, the more painful it becomes. One fight with the Apostolic Alliance is enough."

"If that were possible…."

“Isn’t that why you put me in this position?”

"That crazy guy." Namgung Yena muttered silently and turned around.

"A messenger will be sent to Daeju soon, so wait quietly."

Bang! The door slammed loudly, as if it were going to shatter, and Namgung Yena disappeared outside.

Ma Cheon-so chuckled and looked at the flower petals floating on the cooled tea.

It was the chrysanthemum tea she used to enjoy. His fingertips circled the teacup.

"There will be no hostages or prisoners in this war. Whether it's the Sadoryeon or the Murim Alliance… we'll all die. So…"

A glimpse of murderous intent flashes through Ma Cheon-so's eyes.

"You're out."

It wasn't an order, nor a request. It was the least he could do.

To avoid the chaos that will soon come.

An unnecessary decision made by the emotions of the two sides that remain like the last dregs.

This was the last thing he had to do before going to war.

Keeping people close to you as far away as possible.

The petals that had risen slowly sank beneath the water's surface.

*

"under……."

Namgung Yena came out, tilted her head back, and let out a sigh.

The more I see him, the more annoying he becomes, whether I know it or not.

From the first time I saw him, he seemed strangely familiar, and I was also uneasy.

If you think about it, he was a member of the Tang Dynasty and an elder not far from you, but for some reason, I felt emotional.

I'm starting to feel a pang of exhaustion. This recklessness is so familiar that it's even worse.

That person was like that too.

"Gak-ah, Yena too, everyone is seriously injured. It won't be easy to get out together. Soon… … ."

'No, I'll take them all.'

"You can't do that! We're abandoning you. You go to the blind and ask for support first. Until then… ."

"No, it's possible. That's why I put you in charge. Isn't that right? You foolish beings. That's what I told you to do! Haha, am I the only one laughing? Sorry, I was just joking."

'you…….'

'Let's go together.'

The hand he extended was kind, and there was faith that I could live.

Namgung Yena reached out, as if grasping the air. Whew. Then, a chilling wind blew away her memories and brought her back to reality.

I miss you. The more time passes, the more I miss you.

How many times have we saved them when they were going to go first like that… … .

'There's someone more reckless than you.'

Namgung Yena sighed again. "Ire. If only the war with the Sadoryeon could end within that time."

Every night my heart ached with anticipation of the disaster that was to unfold.

If… … If only that could happen… … .

'Like an idiot.'

Namgung Yena chuckled. "How could I possibly rely on such a ridiculous lie from a child?" "She must be getting older."

"Your Majesty, did you finish your conversation with the agent? What did he say?"

As I took a few steps, Dojagyeong, who had been waiting with me, came running towards me. The message hadn't reached him yet.

"Are you asking about the agency? Are you asking about the conversation?"

"Haha… both."

"Not really."

As Namgung Ye-na answered indifferently and started walking again, Do Ja-kyung followed with a bright smile on her face.

"The Lord of the Four Heavenly Kings must be truly remarkable. He uncovered and arrested military corruption as soon as he arrived in the city."

"……."

"From the moment I first met you, I thought you were truly special… That's what I thought. Oh, of course, the Lord is also truly amazing."

"Porcelain mirror."

Namgung Yena, who had been walking silently, stopped and called out softly.

"Yes? Yes, my lord."

"You talk a lot today."

"Oh, sorry. Haha… I'm embarrassed, but I respect him."

Respect? When have you seen that before? Namgung Yena swallowed hard. She knew full well that Ma Cheon-so's reputation in the Central Plains was growing by the day.

But in my opinion, it's all a bubble.

Just a bubble that cheers at the well-decorated appearance without knowing the speed.

She was walking towards the place where the wind dragon pavilion was, when she suddenly stopped and asked.

"Where are the review indices?"

"Those who have made it to the finals… will be staying at the manor prepared in the southern part of Maeng. The Blue Dragons and the Hwalongs have not yet returned, and the Biryongs… Anyway, given the current situation, they are just letting things run wild."

Namgung Yena nodded and wiggled her beautiful eyebrows.

The members would have all left anyway. I have no lingering feelings for them. And it's still the Pungryong Unit, not the Jo Unit.

'Pungryongdae… …I will protect it now.'

Namgung Yena turned her body, looking south with meaningful eyes.

"let's go."

"Yes? Where?"

"Where the review indices are."

"Why there…."

"You should stop being the youngest too."

Huh! Dojakyung's eyes widened. What he just said was…

"We'll bring them first."

Namgung Yena made up her mind and threw down her hat. It was disobedience. The Wind Dragon will not disappear. The wind will return.

Her pace quickened.

*

Shanxi Martial Arts Alliance's later index leader

"How long am I going to be stuck here? Huh? Do you think I'm easy? Do you think I'm easy just because I come from the countryside? I will."

Bang! Yal-Tak kicked the table and groaned. He had held back as long as he could.

I've been locked up for several days already.

If it were up to us, the Saryeongdae would have come to us by now and begged us to join them, saying that they were the type of person we were looking for, or they would have returned home in glory as a monk.

But this was like a duck's egg stuck in the corner of the room.

After the warriors suddenly appeared and captured Pengguiin, no one came looking for Saryongdae, let alone him.

"Yabultak Sohyeop, calm down."

The shining runner-up, Mu-oh, approached. The sunlight streaming through the window reflected off his bald head, dazzling him.

"Get your head out of here. You bald bastard. You hairless bastard. You bastard who shoots light out of your forehead."

“Why are you saying such things…….”

"Shut up! How long are you going to keep a talented person like me locked up? Promote me now. Promote me!"

“I’m in the same situation…….”

"You dirty political bastards! Woohoohoohoo!"

He turned his head away, frowning, as if he was tired of hearing it everywhere.

It's been a mess for days, as if a fish has been bitten. At least they're listening to me since it's Muo.

"Hehehe. Hey, Seo Ho-pil, you little punk. Lighten up. Is the world ending?"

"My sect… My sect has been destroyed! Sob…."

"Yeah, that's your business."

"You cruel bastard. You vicious bastard." Seo Ho-pil buried his head between his knees, shedding tears of sorrow.

Anyway, as the later index members gathered in one place and spent some idle time together, they became quite close and familiar with each other.

Of course, as young people gathered together, a hierarchy naturally emerged.

Among them, the one that stands out the most is… … .

"Night market."

"yes!"

"Shut your mouth and sit down."

"okay!"

A woman who blurts out a word in a low voice without thinking.

The winner of this martial arts competition.

It was a simple ice painting.

As she opened her mouth, the audience became silent.

Around her, who sat on the edge of the corner, were Hyeonmongso, who was asleep, Suhanseong, who sat cross-legged, and Muoh and Yalutak, who were sitting in a circle.

The group of four people who could be called the comets of this competition followed her.

This ended the debate over ranking.

A woman without a back? That's nonsense only those on the outer fence can utter.

At least in this, she was the absolute being that Shaolin, shamans, and Cheongseong bowed their heads to.

"By the way, young lady. Have you decided which of the four dragons you will go to?"

As if he had found his place, Muoh sat down right in front of me and asked as he passed by.

Saryongdae? Not really. Dan Yehwa shook her head.

I saw Ma Cheon-so sitting in the stadium and just blindly joined. I had no other intention than to see his face one more time.

"If you're a young lady, you can go wherever you want, right? I guess the treatment you get is different from ours."

When Suhanseong spoke, most of the later index members nodded.

Isn't he the winner of the competition that defeated Muoh?

"Anecdote. Strong."

Even Hyunmongso was mumbling in his sleep, so he said everything.

Of course, Dan Ye-hwa was indifferent. After all, it was the same old thing. After all, it was a den of political sects.

However, contrary to her indifference, the later index members quickly gathered around her with shining eyes.

What? Why are you suddenly like this?

"Still, they won, so if I had to choose, wouldn't the Blue Dragons be better? With their blue robes and swords engraved with dragons. Hmm…."

“……What is that?”

"What about the Blue Dragons? The Biryongs are the right choice! Young lady, this is your chance. After the recent disaster at the hands of the Sadoryeon, they'll be severely outnumbered. Young lady, you'll quickly seize the position of leader. You're just trying to seize the opportunity. Trust me this time and go to Biryongs. You'll be grateful later."

"no……."

Who are you? Your face is as big as the mountain behind you.

"Haha! Both are good. The Blue Dragons are like the Golden Guard, and the Biryongs are like classmates… Ha, what a happy dilemma."

"Isn't Hwalongdae a good idea? The Battle of Jeongsa will break out soon, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to ensure safety in the rear."

Opinions poured in from all over.

Although it varied from era to era, it was a natural custom for the Blue Dragons, who had direct supervisory authority under the leader, and the Biryongs, who collected information and relayed supplies, to walk around with their shoulders held high in the martial arts world.

of course.

'It's useless.'

Dan Yehwa took a shallow breath and turned her head. At times like this, the men in the Myonggyo and the Murim Alliance seemed to be nothing more than eight-year-olds.

Didn't the regular meeting of the Myunggyo Ise just gather for no reason and talk about politics all day and night?

Ah. She, who had been paying attention, remembered a woman and asked softly.

"What about the Wind Dragon Tower?"

Snap. The noisy room suddenly became quiet.

"What? Why did you stop talking? Tell me."

Looking around, even Mu-oh and Su-han-seong are shaking their heads as if it's not true.

Tsk. I can even hear some people clicking their tongues.

No, so why!

A man with a face as big as a mountain spoke with a meaningful tone.

"My lady, I have a piece of advice for you. Never bring up the satire of the Pungryongdae again. If you do…!"

The expression on his face is so serious that it is clear that this is not an ordinary situation.

What is it? Tell me. "Suddenly." Curiosity moistened her parched lips, and Dan Ye-hwa cautiously opened her mouth.

"Wind!"