Chapter 220 – The Structure of the World (2)

“Now that we’ve confirmed that my body is in good condition and that I won’t do anything dangerous in the future, let’s talk about what happened during my absence. I have something to say to you guys too.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Yeon-hwa opened her mouth.

“This time, I went beyond being a half-virgin and reached full enlightenment! Thanks to that, I was able to gain a lot during my training with Samaryeon and in the process of learning the back-up techniques.”

“Wow!”

Whether it was in the martial arts world or the royal court, no one wanted to be inferior to the enlightened ones. She was probably trying to bribe them a little in order to maintain good relations in the future.

By the way, did we arrive so quickly because we were riding on a full enlightenment horse? I thought I had become quite strong this time, but the gap between me and Hong Yeon-hwa remains the same.

As I inwardly chuckled, Paeng So-so spoke next.

“All the elders are safe. Although some were seriously injured, they will recover.”

“That’s really good news.”

It was possible because they didn’t rush to leave after feeling the absence of Hong Yeon-hwa, the blood-red horse, in the distance.

This was really lucky.

“But there were too many casualties in Hoa Dae. As soon as the post-processing is over, we decided to hold a funeral in Paengga.”

“…Yeah. Call me when that happens.”

Half of the Sura Blood Division died in the hands of the enemy, and most of the remaining half died in front of the blood-red horse while trying to protect me.

I knew that Hoa Dae was a military force made up of people who had been loyal to Paengga for generations, and their loyalty was high.

However, that doesn’t change the fact that they died for me.

The fact that they will hold a funeral in Paengga means that they will promise to reward and treat them accordingly… but I think it’s only right for me to do something in return.

Maybe because I looked a little sad, Samamaeng gently stroked my thigh like she was comforting a child.

“Let’s change the mood. It’s only been three days since Sanggong fell asleep, so nothing special happened… but there is one good story to tell you, Sanggong.”

“Yes? What’s the good story?”

As I tilted my head, Samamaeng answered with her characteristic soft smile.

“The nearby civilians as well as the many officials and nobles who arrived late all saw Sanggong fighting.”

“Ah! I think I know what my mother is trying to say! Your Highness, Your Highness. Do you know? These days, Your Highness is being called by a new nickname?”

“Uh… what, I expected it.”

Even during my peak enlightenment, my post-enlightenment index was still beyond reach, so I shouldn’t be called by the nickname of Yongbong, I thought as I listened.

Not only did I easily defeat the martial artist of the Guangyinma army, but I also used the sword technique to bring down the blood-red horse of the Samaryeon owner.

Of course, it would be difficult to call me the Samjae Sword Dragon anymore.

Yongbong is certainly a good nickname, but it only means being at the top of the post-enlightenment index.

“So? Has it already been decided? I’m a little excited.”

“Hehe. It hasn’t been completely decided yet. There’s a bit of controversy.”

“Controversy? What kind of nickname are they trying to give me…?”

As I asked with a slightly tense voice, Samamaeng opened her mouth with a giggle.

“Yuseong Sword King.”

“???”

For a moment, I didn’t understand what she was saying and stupidly blinked my eyes. And then, a delayed shock came.

“Isn’t that too grandiose?!”

The nicknames in the martial arts world are originally grandiose. But there is at least a minimum level of modesty.

For example, a dragon.

There are all kinds of nicknames with dragons, such as Geomryong, Turyong, Shinryong, and Jamryong, but the word Hwangryong is never used.

That’s because it means emperor.

The word king is also the same.

This is a word that only goes into the nickname of the Hwagyeong martial artist.

Not all Hwagyeong martial artists use nicknames with the word king, but if they have a nickname with the word king, they can be considered as Hwagyeong.

Most of the Hwagyeong are occupied by the Jangmunin of the Gupabang or the family of the Odaeseoga.

So if you think that it only goes to those who actually rule like a king in their region or those who can do so, it can be considered a reasonable line.

But the problem is that it was given to me. I’m still in the peak enlightenment.

Moreover.

“What does Namgung Gaju… Changcheon Sword King say?”

Both the Sword Dragon and the Sword King are nicknames that have been passed down from generation to generation in the Namgung family.

But not only did the cow owner Namgung Hyuk lose the nickname of the Sword Dragon because he was defeated by me at the Yongbong Association, but the nickname of the Sword King is also included in my new nickname?

Even if I cut off the neck of the Samaryeon owner, this could be a somewhat uncomfortable issue for the Namgung family.

Namgung family is a family that boasts of being the best with the sword.

“Oh, don’t worry, Jinrang. That’s a nickname that Changcheon Sword King himself is pushing for.”

“…What?”

“I heard he was really impressed with your fight with the blood-red horse. The current controversy is between Changcheon Sword King and those who think it’s a bit too much, even though it’s him.”

“I’m going crazy….”

“Just think about it comfortably, Jinkaga. I also heard from my father that Changcheon Sword King is famous for only knowing about swords. There is no special meaning to it.”

Suddenly, I remembered when I first met Namgung Hyuk, the son of Changcheon Sword King.

He was disappointed that he had nothing to learn from me at the Yongbong Association, but then his sword shattered into pieces when he faced my Taesananjeong sword technique and lost.

After that, he quickly changed his attitude and looked impressed.

At that moment, I had a hunch. Namgung Hyuk wasn’t trying to insult me, he was just disappointed that he really had nothing to learn. Changcheon Sword King is probably the same kind of person.

Regardless of the political implications, he definitely gave me the best nickname he knew, the Sword King.

What is this, a novel?

As the image of Namgung Se-ga as a sword master solidified in my mind.

“What’s so funny?” Samamaeng asked with a grin, poking my belly.

“I forgot to mention. Those who oppose the Yuseong Sword King nickname are calling you the Baekgeomseong白劍星.”

“Baekgeomseong…?”

It sounds cool, but honestly, it’s a bit embarrassing to be happy about it.

As I stood there with my lips sealed, Samamaeng began to slide her fingers down towards my crotch.

The destination was my bedroom.

Her touch pressing down on my clothes made my lower body lift up slightly.

“From Huhjeop Sword Dragon to Yuseong Sword King, or Baekgeomseong? Our prince has really made it big!”

“You’re the only one who called me Huhjeop Sword Dragon, you know?”

“Still, it’s impressive, isn’t it? It’s the first time I’ve been so proud of something that’s not even my own doing.”

She spoke in a tone that seemed to express wonder. Samamaeng then gently stroked Samayeryeong’s head with a warm smile.

“Oh…Yeryeong, you’re saying that. It’s worth choosing happiness over a family tree.”

Then, Samamaeng and Samamang began to stroke my bedroom together.

Hong Yeon-hwa and Paeng Soso, who felt the atmosphere turning strange, began to press their chests against me and lick my neck or start drooling.

Are we finally going to do the 5p that we were too embarrassed to do before?

“Wait a minute! I said I had something to say too. Let’s do it later.”

“Um. It was hard to wait while you were unconscious…Can’t we just do it while we listen?”

“This is really important.”

They all took their hands off me with a bit of regret when I spoke in a serious tone.

“I told Yeon-hwa once before, but she didn’t believe me. So, I’ll say it again. This is not a joke or a dream.”

I nodded slightly at Hong Yeon-hwa’s skeptical expression and began to speak.

“I met my master in a dream. It’s not a dream, but a message that my master left behind.”

I explained briefly to the women about my master, Geomsun Yeodongbin.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, Jinkaga… It’s just that… um…”

“You’re curious if it’s really not a dream and if it’s not a lie that it’s my master’s message, right? That’s possible.”

I pointed to my sword, which was standing next to Paeng Soso.

“Soso, can you bring that over here for a moment?”

“Yes? Sure.”

I drew my sword from its scabbard.

Srrr.

Despite being used quite roughly, the sword was still smooth and sharp.

“If my master’s words are true, this is the Bogeom of Geomsun. He said it was made of eternal iron, so it should be able to withstand even the strongest force.”

I cautiously handed the sword to Hong Yeon-hwa.

“Yeon-hwa, try hitting it with your strength. Don’t hit it with all your might, just with normal strength.”

“What if it really breaks? I heard it’s an heirloom…”

“Just say that my master was bragging to his disciple if it really breaks.”

Hong Yeon-hwa hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and hit the sword with a small fist of hers. A light thud followed.

But despite the strong impact, the sword did not break or bend anywhere.

Hong Yeon-hwa, Paeng Soso, and Samamang looked surprised at the confirmation.

“How is it? Is this proof enough?”

It’s a weapon that has never been seen in the martial arts world, made of eternal iron, which only appears in stories. It’s a natural reaction.

How could anyone refine and sharpen iron that can withstand the strength of a sword? It’s impossible unless it was made by someone who transcends humanity, like a god.

The four of us nodded blankly. It reminded me of baby birds in a nest, and I chuckled at the thought.

“Anyway, let me tell you in order. The reason my master left a message for me is…”