Chapter 203 – Chapter 203- Sword Demon (4)

Funeral.

Even though a lot of time had passed, the funeral of Cheokjunja, the head of the Sword Demon clan, was quiet.

The yokai who sometimes attend funerals do not come because of the death of Cheokjunja.

They were monsters related to Darae, or surprisingly related to Dayun Cheok who killed the sword demon.

I didn’t explain that they were youkai related to the two, but I could tell just by looking at them.

Because, like the sharp horns that grow on the foreheads of the darae, their foreheads also have horns.

Also, a sword was hanging from their waist.

After bowing to Darae, who was standing next to the portrait of Junja Cheok, they bowed their heads at the altar where incense was burning.

When they bowed their heads at the altar, their appearances were all inorganic.

Rather, their appearance when they greeted Darae was emotional.

Darae held the funeral alone, except for an old lady-in-waiting who came to help with the funeral.

Greet visitors bluntly, without changing their facial expressions.

With a sword tied around her waist, she continued to guard the side of the portrait of Junja Cheok.

It may seem strong to someone, but to me, who was with Darae, that appearance seemed too precarious.

It was not the image of Darae, who showed a smile and clung to manhood like an idiot.

As if he had made up his mind about something, he was blunt enough to give goosebumps that he didn’t even show his calm emotions.

I watched Darae at the funeral hall without saying anything at the appearance that seemed to have been forged like a sharp knife.

“Fuck.”

Kim Ji-hye watched Darae, and she spat out abusive language.

She must have been having a hard time holding back a cigarette, so Dan Kim Ji-hye muttered as she smoked a cigarette outside her.

“The situation is really messed up.”

As if it was absurd, Kim Ji-hye looked at Cheok Jun-ja’s portrait and Darae standing next to her, and put a cigarette in her mouth.

Fortunately, I didn’t smoke in the dining room.

Kim Ji-hye, who was so busy, left the funeral hall with her cigarette still on.

I didn’t go after her Kim Ji-hye, but continued to watch her hair.

As time passed, Miho and Areumi arrived at the wedding venue.

“Han Jun-ah, come on.”

Miho, who hurriedly arrived at the ceremony, saw Darae and stopped talking.

Even without explaining the situation, Miho, who felt the seriousness, approached the incense without a word and bowed his head.

Areumyi, seeing Darae for the first time, bowed her head with the utmost courtesy.

As time passed again, Kim Cha-ryeok, who had been caught and trained by the principal, arrived.

The guy seemed to be aware of the seriousness of the situation and faced it with a serious expression.

Without saying a word, we locked ourselves in the funeral home and watched Darae.

Gradually, fewer and fewer shamans and monsters visited the funeral home.

It was a funeral for the head of a clan, but sadly, Kim Ji-hye was the only head of the family who came here.

As time passed, it became so quiet that a monster came to visit every three hours.

After the sun had completely set, Darae moved her body in the place where the incense was burning.

That buck

“Young master.”

A person who looked like an old maid approached Darae as if she was trying to help Darae.

“It’s fine.”

Darae raised his hand to show that he was okay and came to us.

Miho, me, Kim Cha-ryeok, and Ah-reum.

In order to find the origin of the snow woman, there is Seol-hee, who is secluded in one place.

Except for Areumi, who had just joined this time, it was no different from the group she always went to at the sorcery and ghost academy.

And anyway, within a few days, I was going to suppress Seol-hee’s yin energy as quickly as possible and bring her here.

Seol-hee was also Darae’s friend.

Darae saw us gathered at the table and opened his mouth.

“Have you eaten?”

It was a very cracked voice, no matter how much he hadn’t opened his mouth.

Before we could say anything, an old maid laid out food on our table.

“You haven’t eaten. Bocchan also eats. You haven’t eaten anything all day, have you?”

“Is it.”

Darae took a seat next to me.

Food started pouring onto the table one by one.

There was nothing special.

After we finished our meal without saying anything to each other, we were silent.

It was Kim Cha-ryeok who broke the quiet silence.

Blank.

Charyeok Kim took out his drink from the refrigerator and put it on the table.

“Let’s drink. At times like this, we exist to drink.”

After opening a glass of soju, Kim Cha-ryeok poured alcohol into our glasses.

The sun had completely set anyway, so there were no more visitors.

Darae quietly watched her drink and poured it into her mouth.

We also passed the alcohol along with Darae.

Once, twice, three times.

As I passed the alcohol in succession, my drunkenness gradually rose.

Darae’s cheeks were also stained red.

Seeing that, she naturally recalled her memories of the school trip.

The time when we gathered in the room and secretly drank alcohol.

Darae burst into laughter and drunkenness.

‘I’m… A real man! Cancer…! An irreplaceable man in this era!’

However, contrary to then, now Darae’s appearance was sharper than ever.

Even though he was obviously drunk, Darae’s eyes were calm.

It was holding her spirit.

No matter how drunken he was, he couldn’t suppress Darae’s forged emotions.

We continued to pass drinks.

Although Areumie was a little worried, she swallowed it in one gulp to see if the alcohol was okay.

So silent, passing a glass of wine.

Darae opened her mouth.

“Father.”

At the first word he spat out as he removed his dry lips.

We listened quietly.

“As you can see today, my father wasn’t a good youkai.”

It was hard to tell him what he was saying, but after pouring alcohol into his throat, Darae continued his words.

“To be honest, it was crap.”

Darae smiled dejectedly.

“It was a fact that could be known just by looking at those who came today. No one was saddened by my father’s death.”

It was true.

No one showed sadness in front of the incense.

“It deserved it. It deserved it.”

Cut off.

I calmly poured Darae’s drink into his empty glass.

Darae emptied the drink at once.

“But, but not Chuck Dayoon.”

Darae muttered as he looked at his face reflected in his empty wine glass.

Red eyes and red hair.

Perhaps it reminds me of someone, Darae’s gaze was not toward the glass.

“… Chuck Dayoon wasn’t such a monster.”

Darae spit out his words as if talking to himself.

“For my sake, he participated in the war without hesitation. In a war in which his clan participated, to take away the blood of his clan.

Sword Demon, Cheok Dayoon.

In his dream, Hong Ma-dong said, He is the bloodiest murderer among the monsters.

The killer seemed to have a reason.

“Hanjun, didn’t you explain it the other day?”

“What?”

Darae smiled bitterly at my question.

“The truth of this world. The evil forces are intertwined, and blood is sacrificed again. Things like that.”

“Yes, I did.”

I had already told the truth about this world to the female jin and Kim Cha-ryeok once.

As long as it’s related to me anyway, it was indispensable to get entangled here.

At that time, Darae, who was listening to me, looked a little uncomfortable, but I think there was a reason.

“We were attached to the evil forces.”

“… What?”

At my words, Darae spilled the alcohol.

“It’s as you said, I didn’t know it at the time. Hanjun, after hearing your explanation, I found out after looking through my family during vacation. That we were on the side of the evil forces.”

“……”

I said nothing.

Darae calmly confessed what he found out.

“But it wasn’t like a great force. Because unlike the clan’s name, the sword demon, her father’s inaction was almost nonexistent. But…”

Darae cut off his words once.

“Chuck Da-yoon is so good, the situation has changed.”

At the words that the situation had changed, I was able to infer what might have happened.

Sword Demon, Cheok Dayoon.

It was obvious what she would do, with powers similar to Kim Ji-hye’s.

“Half of the clan that was put into the war in the first place died. Even if half of them came back alive, it was something that could be considered a miracle. Because the place where our clan was put in in the first place was made to die.”

Darae confided the facts he found out.

“Chuck Dayoon. It seems that this was the moment when Chuck Dayoon, who hadn’t shown any prominence until then, awakened as a swordsman. Since then, Dayoon Chuck’s eyes have changed.”

Darae, who explained the first trigger, continued.

“Our clan, which was written as a throwaway card, has turned into a useful chess horse thanks to Dayoon Cheok. Our clan has grown through war and by the evil forces.”

Contrary to the shabby funeral, it seemed that the former Sword Demon clan had entered a period of revival.

“Chuck Da-yoon showed a tired appearance on the way, but he couldn’t stop. There was another reason.”

Darae spilled the drink.

“Me. It’s because of me, I who had an incurable disease. For some reason, every time the war ended, I became healthy. It’s definitely all because of Chuck Dayun.”

Darae laughed.

Darae smiled bitterly and looked back at us.

“But after the war, for some reason, Chuck Dayoon staged a massacre.”

Since then, this has been known to all.

Kill a member of the shadow family, run away, and then continue killing the remnants of the evil forces.

“Of course, thanks to that, the clan split up. It was a clan that was able to unite because of Chuck Dayun in the first place. I also wanted to break away from the clan, but I couldn’t. Because, if I leave… If I leave… It’s because the existence of Chuck Da-yoon that I know will disappear.”

Darae muttered dejectedly.

“Chuck Da-yoon, who was extremely kind and cared for me. I stayed to believe in his existence. But a few days ago, I killed his father right in front of my eyes.”

Only eyewitness.

The witness who did not report it for several days after finding the body that Kim Si-hee said was Darae.

It was pictured right in front of my eyes.

The image of Darae holding a sword, blinking scarlet eyes in the dark.

“I told you to abandon your clan, I told you to abandon your sword.”

Darae laughed bitterly again.

“Can you?”

Darae looked back at us.

“No, it can’t be. The only Sword Demon, now that’s me.”

Darae spilled the drink.

“It has to be me, now.”

There was nothing we could say about those words that Darae was muttering.

Except for just drinking together.

That’s how we passed Darae and alcohol until we lost consciousness.

* *

“Turn it off.”

His head hurt as if it would be torn apart.

Maybe it’s because I always feel refreshed every morning when I wear the headband that Morgan gave me.

The hangover he felt after a long time made his head ache even more.

I stumbled and put my hands on the floor.

Hard floor.

It seemed that he had fallen asleep in one of the rooms in the wedding hall.

The time when I was groping around and trying to get myself up.

Something caught in my hand.

Water.

“… What.”

Due to the experience of many women, I noticed at once that this was a woman’s breast.

Did you enter the room with Miho and Areum?

I stared blankly at the person holding my hand.

Waving red hair, two knives hanging from his waist even while sleeping.

Maybe because I was drunk, I looked at the ‘girl’ whose top was loose and muttered in a daze.

“Uh?”

Fidget.

I can’t believe it, let’s move our fingers.

A certain feeling came over me.

Water.

“… Uh?”

I couldn’t help but mutter in a daze once more.