Chapter 151 – Bifurcation Point (3)

“I’m sorry, the head of the house is a genuine person. It means that you are very devoted. The nickname Black Dragon was no exaggeration.”

Seomun Jeongcheon, the Murim lord who was next to him, said. I shook my head once and raised my fist again. That black dragon tried to ignore it.

“I am Mu-gong Kim of the Heavenly Demon Church. Thank you for your hospitality.”
“Thank you for accepting the invitation. I am the owner of the house, Seomun Yulcheon.”

Seomun Yulcheon greeted me plainly. Even if he only looked at prayer, he was a warrior of the Hwagyeong. He said that there is no one who is not a genius among the world-class masters, but it is difficult to find a normal personality anyway. Still, if that look doesn’t suit you, then surprisingly it wasn’t like that again.

The owner of one of the most prestigious families in the political faction. Even though the size of the power itself was pushed by the party, the depth of the martial arts they had was equal. In addition, unlike the Dangmun, who only do things between the sexes, the preface family was recognized by everyone for consultations.

“Have you eaten? Or would you like to start with tea?”

The Murim Lord asked in a friendly tone. The landlord is Yerin Seomun’s father, Yulcheon Seomun. The response was that the Murim lord, Seomun Jeongcheon, did it himself. I vaguely guessed what President Dokgo-pae said about the “Speciality of the immediate family.” If Yerin Seomun was changed to a man, he would have been my father.

“A simple car is enough.”

The servants outside like that served steaming tea. A slightly unique but fragrant smell filled the room.

“It smells good.”
“As expected, I thought you would recognize it. It’s Yunnan Pu’er. It’s something I can’t find even if I want to.”

The Murim Lord nodded his head with a satisfied expression. Widely. I put down the tea I was drinking and asked first.

“You mean the Lord is also here…?”
“Hmm. Previously.”

Seomun Yulcheon and the Murim lord exchanged glances once. As if taking over the Gyejubong, Seomun Yulcheon opened his mouth. A somewhat out of the blue question popped up.

“Is there anyone in Protestantism who promised a future?”
“…There is.”

Flinch. Seomun Yerin, who was next to her, responded first.

“…I can’t.”
“May I ask what happened?”
“I was going to propose marriage.”
“If marriage, who and who?”
“Here, with my daughter.”

Seomun Yulcheon looked at me gently. The answer was enough.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it. Marriage is a great humanitarian matter, so I think each other’s opinions are more important.”
“At least my daughter won’t object.”
“…”

Except for her momentary flinch, Yerin in the introduction was just listening in silence. I don’t know what he’s thinking behind that nonchalant expression. Still, it’s not okay. Above all, it was too sudden.

“…I’m sorry for saying this all of a sudden. As you already know, the world situation is not very good. As the Tang sect broke away from the Murim League, the Baekdo faction was also in turmoil. In this situation, I thought that Shinkyo and Murimmaeng should go beyond the current relationship and move toward a perfect cooperation stage. As part of that, I only suggested it because there is no plan as symbolic as the marriage of a direct descendant of the head family and a Protestant scholar. I hope you don’t feel too bad. Your doctor is the first priority.”

After Yulcheon’s words without context, the Murim lord’s detailed explanation continued. Certainly, if it was accomplished, the symbolism was great.

But neither I nor Yerin Seomoon are at an age to talk about marriage yet. She didn’t want to be pushed around like that.

“I understand. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it either.”
“Is it. Got it. Let’s not mention this again. Anyway, this was a side leg.”
“I want to get straight to the point.”
“…I have some information you need to know. Actually, there wasn’t a single guest today. May I invite you here?”
“Yes.”

I nodded calmly. No wonder. I felt a familiar energy from before. It seems that it was not an illusion.

Sabak.

The light pink hem of the dress gently brushed the air. It was a different outfit than usual. The woman bowed as she lifted her sleeves in an elegant posture. The strong scent of plum blossoms pushed away the scent of tea that filled the room.

“It’s a volcanic blue sky.”

Maehwa Gumbong Cheongha. It seemed that he was visiting as a representative of Hwasan, not as an academy professor. She looked at me and smiled gently, then moved her gaze to Yulcheon, the preface.

“Originally, I wanted to seek help directly from Meng, but…”

Professor Chungha blurted out her words. Foreword Yulcheon shook her head.

“I understand. Meng can’t be trusted. You never know where the information might leak.”
“Hmm. That’s not wrong. By the way, does a prestigious green onion like a volcano ever ask for help?”

The Murim lord cleared his throat once and said.

“A few days ago, a little girl called for help on a volcano. In response, Hwasan sent down twenty Maehwa Swordsmen, including the chief.”
“If you are the head of the Maehwa inspection, you must be Cheongokjin. Twenty plum swordsman there. Even that alone would be at the level of the armed forces of a fairly large group.”
“Yes, fortunately, through all the hardships, we finally succeeded in reaching the main mountain. We also secured the girl’s recruit.”
“Can you guess the girl’s name?”
“Yes. She is called Dangsoso. A cadet of our academy…”
“Our Sogaju.”
“Yes. It was.”
“Strange. Sichuan is a short distance from Maehwa Mountain, but Sujiaju of the Tang Dynasty asked for help? It doesn’t fit.”

She frowned and the Lord of the Murim Lord stroked her chin. A smile as bitter as the sunset caught on Professor Chungha’s mouth.

“Previously. I want you to see this.”

The tablet brought by Professor Chung-ha was placed on the table and a video was displayed. A corpse with a dark background and white bones. The photographer, who was breathing heavily, started screaming, and the video cut off. It felt like watching a well-made horror movie.

“I don’t know. Judging by the outfit, it seems certain that he is a high-ranking member of the party.”

The words of Seomun Yulcheon. Everyone stared at Professor Chungha’s face, probably thinking that way. She said as she let out her long breath.

“It is not just a high-ranking official. It is the corpse of Dangaju, who is known to have entered the closed building.”

Everyone, including me, opened their eyes. An unexpected bombshell declaration followed.

“Cadet Dang So-so… Dang Mun So Ga-joo handed this to me while crying. Even this is a video that was only secured through the sacrifice of many people. Even her own nanny lost her life because of this…”
“Simply this is not evidence. In the first place, if it’s an internal affair, we can’t intervene. Even if Dangaju was assassinated for an internal matter.”

The Murim Lord, who was immersed in thought while resting his chin on his chin, spat out quietly.

“Yes. If it’s just an inside job, that’s fine. The party thought that we were not happy about protecting Sugaju. They demanded that the new recruit be handed over immediately.”
“The volcano’s answer must have been refusal, of course.”
“I meant the same. There is no master who wants to send his pupil to death.”
“I don’t think the party would have been alone. What have you done?”

Sichuan from Maehwa Mountain. Even though it was close, it was too close. And the power of the Reconstruction Volcanic Wave has yet to reach Tang Wen. Volcano was overwhelming in terms of individual skills, but they were far behind in terms of numbers. In addition, the current volcano was too poor in terms of secular value.
In modern capitalist society, enormous financial power is an enormous power in itself. Including capital power, it was a landslide victory for the party.

“…I have sent you an ultimatum of one week. What happened after that, they couldn’t even guarantee. It was, in effect, a threat to strike a volcano.”
“They’re the ones!”

The Murim lord frowned and let out a roar. It seemed that there were a lot of things that had accumulated in the past.

“Originally, I hoped for the Murim Maeng’s mediation. As soon as the alliance is defeated, it will be a war, not an arbitration, as long as the party is out. And most will stand in the middle and stand by. It won’t be of much help. Volcanoes are now on the brink of infestation. There was nowhere else to turn for help, so I came here to see you.”

The least bloody solution was to simply hand over the dangsoso to the dangmun. The sacrifice of one person can save many lives. It was a simple method that everyone knew. However, no one in this room said anything like that.

Jiying- A vibration rang in my arms. It was a report from Cheonbigak.

[Payment 至急. A close friend of a graduate student at the school. In order to completely withdraw from the Moorim Alliance and create a new coalition of their own, intelligence has come in that the Sichuan Dangmun is interviewing numerous clans behind the scenes. The cause is suitable for the new era, not the clan-oriented party […

It was exquisite timing.

No, since he was doing this in the first place, he must have been able to threaten him like that. I quickly scrolled down the report.

[…The name of the new coalition to be created has been tentatively decided to be Mandogren.]

Intuition whispered. Here is the divergence point. I took a deep breath and declared it carefully.

“Protestantism will be with the volcano.”