NABC Book 6: Chapter 6
Book 6: Chapter 6
Book 6: Chapter 6
[Engaging in a fight for legitimacy and reeling in the eldest brother deeply, we’ll have a chance at victory.]
“If we thoroughly suppress the enemy who tries to seize the moral high ground, we’ll win.”
[That way, you’ll be able to stay at the eldest brother’s residence with Daseollang.]
“That way, Wongak Pavilion can separate the Emei Sect from Daseollang.”
The Sword Houses conflict and Yeon So-hyeon.
The strategies of two people who had never met face-to-face collided at one point, as if by deception.
***
Jung-ah draped the black silk outer robe over Yeon So-hyeon’s shoulders and asked,
“In the end, you’re going to step up directly?”
Yeon So-hyeon nodded.
“To suppress the enemy’s justifications with authority, it’s certain if I intervene personally.”
His outer robe billowed.
His faithful head maid followed behind him.
***
Sunset.
Normally, it would be the time when guild and business group liaisons leisurely enjoyed the evening.
But today, an unusually large number of people had gathered in front of Wongak Pavilion’s main gate compared to usual.
“Daseollang will arrive soon now.”
“Are they really planning to open a new branch in Luoyang?”
“The joint plan between the Eldest Young Master and the 4th Young Master will gain great momentum.”
Besides such liaisons:
“Ooh, a chance to see the most beautiful woman in Sichuan with my own eyes!”
“You there, in front! Stop cutting in line!”
Even those drawn by rumors just to catch a glimpse of Daseolrang.
With people gathered like that, the street in front of Wongak Pavilion was in an uproar, and so the Emei Sect nun’s appeal could gain more force.
“This document is a letter given to us by Daseollang’s parents!”
The more her appeal continued, the more people around her nodded and voiced agreement.
“That’s right. How would parents feel, having to send their daughters to a faraway land?”
Moreover, as the nuns who had dismounted from horses and carriages neatly lined up and sincerely clasped their hands in prayer towards Wongak Pavilion, it made for quite a convincing spectacle.
“Emei Sect must have shown a sufficiently trustworthy side to Daseollang’s parents, for them to have handed over such a letter.”
“Even if not, they must have at least wanted people they could trust from their hometown to be with their daughters.”
The murmurs grew louder.
“Shouldn’t the eldest young master of the Sword House bestow his generous magnanimity and accept them together?”
“That’s right. The formality of an invitation is important, but the eldest young master must understand a parent’s heart too.”
To the extent that even the sharp-witted liaisons, who couldn’t possibly know Daseollang’s complicated circumstances, found the nun’s justifications persuasive.
***
Listening to the nun’s appeal from inside the carriage, Daseollang felt like she was being strangled.
“Using a document obtained by threatening our parents...!”
Unable to endure it, the youngest Miss Daseollang jumped up from her seat, but the other Miss Daseollangs held her back.
“No! If that truth gets out from our mouths, we don’t know what will happen to our families back in Sichuan!”
“Now’s not the time to act impulsively!”
The youngest Miss Daseollang slumped back into her seat.
“But...! But...!”
Sanggwan Nanhwa quietly embraced the distraught girl.
The atmosphere inside the carriage was heavy, and the Emei Sect martial arts instructor accompanying them was restless, unable to do anything.
Cheongsu clicked her tongue at her.
“What the hell is wrong with Emei Sect that they’re tormenting these kind girls?”
“Th-that’s...”
As the martial arts instructor hesitated, Cheongsu scowled.
“That’s?”
The martial arts instructor hung her head deeply.
“...In carrying out the sect’s affairs, one mustn’t prioritize personal feelings...”
“Hmph.”
Cheongsu snorted at her mumbling.
‘The righteous sects called the Nine Great Sects and the soulless families. They’re all the same in their barrenness and distortion.’
She felt the same bitter pain at the nun’s answer.
How many objectionable things had she done until now as a warrior of the organization, pledging loyalty to the Luoyang Sword House while suppressing her doubts?
Wasn’t it she who had regarded not questioning as a virtue?
‘At least I quit because I was dissatisfied with that unreasonableness.’
Expressing her unease through her expression, she glared out the window.
Outside, the nun’s appeal was reaching its climax.
“I said I would hold you accountable for the crime of causing a disturbance.”
“...”
There was no logic, no etiquette.
Those who would have ordinarily argued back as if they had ten mouths were rendered speechless.
As if some unknown energy was embedded in every single word.
As if demonstrating what it meant to have inherited the bloodline of a ruler.
The head nun grasped her heart once more and opened her mouth.
“No matter how much you may be the Second Miss of the Sword House...”
Her lips had gone completely dry.
“As members of Emei Sect from Sichuan, it is difficult for us to accept this kind of treatment.”
Seo-rin’s eyes curved into crescents.
“It’s difficult to accept?”
When Seo-rin asked back, the head nun, feeling like they could somewhat communicate now, forced a smile.
“We were merely seeking the Eldest Young Master’s goodwill...”
“You said it’s difficult to accept.”
Without even listening to the head nun’s words, Seo-rin stroked her own chin.
“Yes. That could be.”
How should one speak, what should one say?
Another nun opened her mouth, trying to assist the head nun.
“Excuse me...”
“In that case.”
Right then, Seo-rin smiled, baring her teeth.
“Like martial artists, take up your weapons.”
Her practice sword pointed at the nuns.
“Fight like martial artists and earn my respect.”
Perhaps this was what an herbalist would feel upon suddenly encountering the Mountain Lord.
Or a diving woman coming face to face with a shark.
The practice sword without a shred of sharpness felt like it was stabbing into their chests.
‘Th-this is an opponent beyond reason and logic.’
The Sword Houses Tyrant was an even more fearsome being than they had heard.
The head nun changed strategies and decided to appeal to the crowd filling the street.
“Everyone! We are merely for the sake of Daseollang’s children...”
But her cry faded without her realizing it.
“Ooooh!”
The crowd was already enthusiastically chanting Seo-rin’s name and monikers with fervent gazes.
“Tyrant! Tyrant!”
“Emei Sect challenges the Peerless Genius!”
“Take up the sword if you want respect!”
“Prove yourselves!”
That’s right.
This was the Luoyang Sword House.
A family where the renowned powers of the Central Plains engaged in schemes and plots.
But in the end, a place where even the Chief Elder, who received venerable status, walked on his own two feet.
The martial Luoyang Sword House, armed with a warrior spirit.
Amid the crowd’s fervent chanting and mad cheers,
The queen of warriors,
Peerless Genius Yeon Seo-rin, smiled arrogantly.
“Come on, then.”
The Emei Sect nuns felt their legs go weak.
***
“Indeed.”
Yeon So-hyeon, who had confirmed his sister’s appearance without revealing himself, laughed out loud.
“...So that is the famous Second Miss.”
“Yes, that Second Miss. My unpredictable sister.”
Yeon So-hyeon laughed and shook his head.
“The unpredictable way of hegemony. It’s absolutely no exaggeration to say she inherited Father’s bloodline most strongly.”
That dignified attitude.
How long had it been since he last saw that arrogant face?
Yeon So-hyeon gazed at his bloodline with a somewhat distant look.
“...Yes. That person is my sister.”