Chapter 202 – Chapter 202- Sword Demon (3)

The largest room of the head house of the sword demon clan, located in the center.

In the luxuriously decorated place, Cheok Jun-ja, the head of the Sword Demon clan, swallowed a drink.

“Hiccup.”

After swallowing a drop of alcohol left in the bottle, Cheok Jun-ja looked around the room with a hazy gaze.

A room with no one left.

Realizing that he was left alone and desolate, Cheok Jun-ja shouted.

“Someone come.”

The words were uttered staggeringly, but when silence returned to the utmost calm.

Cheokjunja once again spat out a curse.

“Geez, anyone can come.”

Silence.

A chilling silence passed.

Thanks to the silence, he realized that only he was left in this large room.

Cheok Jun-ja, who could not admit it, put the vial into his mouth once again.

However, the only thing that came out of the bottle, which had already been consumed, was the strong scent of alcohol.

At the bitter incense that clung to his nose, Cheokjunja threw the vial away.

Chaeng-Grang-!

The shattered gourd on one wall added my broken body to the already piled debris.

Cheok Jun-ja laughed.

“Damn… Damn… Trash bitch.”

After muttering swear words to whom he did not know, Cheok Jun-ja rummaged under his table.

One gourd.

Aware of the last remaining bottle of alcohol, Cheok Jun-ja frowned.

“Does the old man dare… Play around… Hiccup.”

Thinking that even her court ladies were ignoring him, Cheok Jun-ja vented his anger.

Even to quench his anger, he needed a drink.

Cheok Jun-ja, who poured alcohol roughly into his throat, looked into the large room once more.

“Someone come.”

The words spoken out of habit once again aroused silence.

Cheok Jun-ja, who looked around the room with a blurred gaze, drank in succession.

“Clap.”

Cheok Jun-ja, who let out a laugh mixed with various sentiments, leaned against the chair.

That time when Cheok Jun-ja was drinking in an empty room as a snack.

Suddenly, someone fell from the ceiling.

Seoeok-!

Infinitely soft sound.

A sound resounded as if a knife was cutting paper, and someone stepped on it.

It entered the room and slowly raised its head.

Hahoe mask that covers half of the face.

Thanks to the mask that exquisitely covered her eyes and nose, I couldn’t see what kind of face she had.

There was no way that Chuljunja would not have recognized the intruder in front of him.

He would, too, with his blood-red hair waving.

The Yokai with a terrifyingly blue spirit in its left hand and a bizarre sword sticking out in its right hand.

Because there is only one person in this world.

“… Chuck Da-yoon?”

Cheokjunja muttered blankly.

Do you suspect that Chuck Da-yoon, who fell in front of you, is an illusion brought on by alcohol?

Cheokjunja rubbed his eyes roughly.

Even if part of the clouded gaze is blown away, the existence of Chuck Da-yoon still exists.

Cheokjunja murmured once again.

“Chuck Da-yoon. Chuck Dayun. Chuck Dayun…!”

With a face full of joy, Cheok Joon-ja stood up after repeatedly shouting the name of his daughter, who had come to visit after a long time.

As if asking why he was coming now, Cheok Jun-ja staggered towards Chuck Dayoon.

“Because it seems so foolish. Where have you been until now…”

Cheok Da-yoon did not respond to Cheok Jun-ja’s words.

I just looked around the room calmly.

Inside the room, which had been lavishly decorated like before, was broken here and there.

The same was true of the broken bottles piled up on one side, and one wall was smeared with blood.

Just by looking at it, Dayun, pretending to have guessed what might have happened, quietly grabbed his sword.

“Da Yoon.”

Even after running a short distance, Cheok Jun-ja, who was out of breath, called for Cheok Dayoon.

Previously, he had to look up at his father, but now to see the hunched back.

Chuck Dayoon had to look down.

Cloudy eyes and bony muscles.

At the sight of his father who became too ugly, Chuck Da-yoon answered calmly.

“Yes, Father.”

No matter how much he called, he pretended to be silent and Dayun was anxious.

Cheok Jun-ja smiled servilely at the words Cheok Da-yoon said.

“Yes, Dayoon. You’re back, you’re back.”

Junja Cheok stretched out his two hands and tried to grab Chuck Dayoon’s hand.

Chuck Dayoon twisted him slightly.

“……”

At the obvious movement that threw himself away, Cheok Jun-ja’s face was distorted.

But that was for a while, Cheok Jun-ja changed his expression and spoke to Chuck Dayoon.

“Da Yoon-ah’s weight has tilted a lot.”

Cheok Jun-ja continued, saying that he hadn’t seen it since he had come all the way here.

“All the family members who do not know the grace have left. The family’s wealth is gradually running out.”

Cheokjunja servilely blurted out the end of his words, as if trying to buy a tie.

Cheok Jun-ja, who remained silent for a while, finally brought out his true intentions.

“Da Yoon.”

“Yes.”

Chuck Da-yoon’s shortened words were uneasy, but Cheok Jun-ja uttered the words.

“You… You must raise the clan again.”

With a tone full of anticipation, Cheok Jun-ja looked up at Cheok Da-yoon.

There was a vile desire that anyone could notice in his blurry eyes.

“As before, the Sword Demon clan must be revived.”

At those words, Chuck Dayoon burst into a small laugh.

Chuck Dayun, who remained silent for a moment, looked at his father.

“Father.”

“Yes, Dayoon.”

Perhaps he thought that he had listened to him, Junja Cheok hurriedly replied to Dayoon Cheok.

However, Cheok Jun-ja’s face flinched at Cheok Da-yoon’s words.

“Drunk, are you losing your judgment? Or do you not want to remember?

“No.”

At Cheok Jun-ja’s rebuttal, Chuck Dayoon burst into laughter even louder.

“I… Didn’t I kill it. The second disciple whom the Shadow House hid and cherished so much. I killed it myself with my own hands, and I’ve been killing the scum until now.”

The scarlet eyes hidden under the Hahoe mask shone.

“Isn’t the clan inclined?”

“……”

Cheokjunja didn’t say anything.

Seeing his lips twitch, he looked displeased.

Cheokjunja still didn’t say anything.

Chuck Dayun silently looked down at his father, wondering what he would say.

Eventually, Cheokjunja opened his mouth.

“Okay.”

The corner of Cheok Junja’s mouth went up.

“It’s okay, Dayoon. If it’s you… If it’s you, you can raise this family again. Just like back then, just like back then.”

Only then did Cheok Da-yoon realize why Cheok Jun-ja had been favorable to him from the beginning.

Cheokjunja was obsessed with the past.

Not knowing what kind of blood flowed, he was just drunkenly reminiscing about the past when he was in the position of chieftain.

Seeing his father so consistent, Chuck Dayoon laughed.

As if ignoring his own words, Cheok Da-yoon continued to smile.

Cheokjunja twisted his face.

Obsessed with obstinacy and obstinacy, Cheok Jun-ja, who even poured alcohol, eventually spat out a word to Chuck Dayoon.

“Darae. Even for the sake of that trashy bitch, you must sacrifice again.”

Pop.

As if Chuck Dayoon’s laughter was a lie, he stopped moving.

Cheok Jun-ja flinched at the sight of Da-yoon Cheok, who suddenly became chilly.

“Father.”

Chuck Dayoon grabbed his sword.

The tip of the sword pointed at the ruler.

Cheok Jun-ja, who staggered back, hurriedly rummaged around his waist.

There was nothing on his waist.

The only thing he was holding in his hand was a goblet filled with alcohol.

“What if the head of the sword demons puts down the sword?”

Chuck Dayoon spat out the words bluntly.

That buck

Chuck Da-yoon slowly approached Cheok Jun-ja.

No matter how much he runs away, he knows that Chuck Dayun will lose his life if he puts his mind to it.

Cheok Jun-ja looked at Chuck Da-yoon and begged.

“Dayoon, save me. Until now… You…”

Chuck Jun-ja was sobbing and pleading, but Chuck Da-yun raised his head obliquely.

As if waiting for someone, he quietly grabbed his sword.

Then, as if the time had come, he stretched out his sword.

Drurr-!

Just in time, the door was opened.

Beyond the door, which was open as if it were framed, there was an urgent face of Cheok Darae.

“Chuck…”

Poo-wook.

Cheok Da-yoon’s sword pierced Cheok Jun-ja.

The urethra that penetrated the heart absorbed the life force of the spine.

Jjoeok, jump.

His blood drips to the floor, and he pretends to dry up like a twig.

Silence passed.

As if he couldn’t believe it, the face of Cheok Darae, who was watching the scene in a daze, was distorted like a demon.

Chuckdarae shouted.

“Chuck Dayoon!”

Chaeeng-!

Chuck Darae pulled out the two swords hung from his waist and immediately rushed at Chuck Dayun.

Chuck Dayun said nothing and turned his body to Chuck Darae.

Ugh-!

Sword steel exploded from the two swords that Chuck Darae was holding.

A river of red sword gushed from the left, and a river of blue sword gushed from the right.

As the two collided in the air, the two blended and turned into grayish-white swords that emitted vibrating sounds.

Woo-woo-!

As if roaring, Da-yoon Cheok looked at the sword that emitted a low vibrating sound, and then created the same gray-white sword.

I shouted at Chuck Darae.

Aaaaa-!

Because it couldn’t exist, the swords that could cut everything faced each other.

The low vibrating sound turned into an enormous wave and exploded in all directions.

“Chuck Dayoon…!”

Beyond the clashing swords, the distorted figure of Chuckda-rae was revealed.

Chuck Dayoon watched the scene calmly, then flicked his wrist and deflected the sword.

Jjwoong-!

Then, so helplessly, Chuckdarae bounced off into the air.

Chuck Dayun, knocked down by hitting the wall, grabbed his sword and slowly raised his upper body.

“Cool.”

Spitting dark red blood, Chuck Darae glared at Chuck Dayoon.

After receiving Chuck Darae’s gaze, Chuck Dayoon calmly spat out her words.

“Let’s pretend.”

Chuck Dayoon continued her words, as if telling him to keep in mind.

“Leave the sword.”

Chuck Dayoon continued to speak to Darae Cheok, who was glaring at him while spitting blood.

“Abandon the clan called the Sword Demon.”

“And live with a name that is nothing but your own.”

Whirik.

Chuck Da-yoon withdrew his sword, as if he had taken all the vitality of Chuck Jun-ja.

Sensing that Chuck Dayun would go somewhere again, Chuck Darae vomited out his words even while blood was rising.

“Chuck Dayoon… Why… Why…!”

A mixture of hatred and mixed emotions.

Seeing that the scarlet eyes were filled with water, Chuck Da-yoon pressed his lips together.

As if muttering something, Chuck Dayoon’s lips twitched.

For a while too.

Chuck Da-yoon said nothing and threw the model into the cracked ceiling.

Hoo-wook.

I wanted to run after Chuck Da-yun, who had disappeared through the ceiling, but Chuck Dar-ae grabbed his stretched chest and spit out his blood.

“Cool, cool.”

Pretending to spit out blood, Darae blankly looked at the horrors in front of him.

The crimson sunset streamed down from the cracked ceiling.

Beneath it lay the floor covered in blood and the dismembered corpse of the ruler.

“……”

Chuck Darae didn’t say anything.

Even when the sun goes down and darkness comes.

Even if the white light comes on the next day.

Over and over, Chuck Darae didn’t open his mouth.

He just grabbed his sword.

In the dark, in the light, and in the sunset.

Chuck Darae, who had been nailed to the same spot for several days, blinked his eyes and grabbed his sword.

Time passed just like that.

“Egg money!”

Someone who happened to visit the Sword Demon clan opened the door where Cheok Jun-ja died.

The guests who watched the blood-splattered room and the ruined figure of Cheok Jun-ja trembled and looked around the room.

And the guest was able to find the only survivor in the room.

“……”

Her crimson eyes twinkled, silently gripping her sword.

Sword Demon.