As Prophet - Chapter 217



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Episode 217. Eunmyeon’s Regret

Dalcheon walked across the yard, and passed between the buildings and the walls like the wind, and headed to his room. His clothes were hanging on a rope in front of his room like a scarecrow. In one corner, two women who looked like slaves were cleaning their armor and suddenly stood up. They clasped their hands and bowed respectfully.

“Are you the people who work here?”

“I am a slave. Please be humble.”

Same words, but with dignity. Dalcheon tilted his head. He is not like a slave. Dignity is not something that can be learned, and it is not something that can be imitated by practice. It is a kind of attitude that is ingrained in daily life, so it is not easy to change. It is better to understand that a slave was not a slave before.

“Are you a government servant?”

“Yes.”

“Are the clothes dry?”

“I put it in a sunny place, so it should be dry. Should I bring it to you?”

“Let’s see. I feel really awkward wearing someone else’s clothes.”

As the official put down his armor, Dalcheon waved his hand.

“Ah! And that armor belongs to the Gyeonggi Gamyeong. I should clean it and return it to you, but if you don’t clean it, you can just return it. Just return it and give me the receipt.”

“Okay, I see. It was already covered in blood. The scabs that have settled on it don’t come off easily.”

“Wrap it up roughly and return it to the camp. I don’t think I’ll ever wear it again.”

“Okay. I’ll go check and see if the clothes are dry.”

I have never seen anyone in Hanyang treat someone with such utmost courtesy. Dalcheon went into the room, took off his outer clothes, and waited. Then the servant brought Dalcheon’s military uniform.

“I washed it, but there was a stain left.”

“It’s okay. They’re not that clean to begin with.”

When Dalcheon changed his clothes, a slave came to serve him. He tilted his head. The slaves all had roles, and they never wanted to do anything that wasn’t their role. Chanmo made side dishes, Se-dap-bi did laundry, Chimmo sewed, and Gyo-jeon-bi only did housework. It wasn’t easy to add or change roles. However, they tried to help without distinction.

“I can do it by myself.”

“I told you to serve me with sincerity.”

“Who is it?”

“Many people have said so.”

“Huh, what the heck.”

“I put the kettle down over there.”

A colorful embroidered tablecloth was placed over the large basket.

“Oh, even the main dish! The small intestine is really good.”

Dalcheon sat down, holding the end of his waist and holding the hood, and a large basket was placed nearby. When he opened it slightly, there were five-colored yakgwa, each colored differently, which seemed to be offerings used during the first rite.

“Ahem. Wow, this is better than the palace.”

The slave bowed and smiled faintly.

“These are things sent from the palace.”

“Oh, no. What did you say?”

“The palace sent a load of various items earlier.”

“this.”

Dalcheon touched his forehead with his hand.

“Then you are not a slave here but a court lady?”

“Yes, I belong to the Central Palace.”

“Ahem. The queen is no longer here.”

“We have all lost our jobs because of your abdication. Your Majesty has divided up the roles and sent me here.”

She is a court lady. It would be correct to say that she is a palace official with a clear rank.

“Oh, I see. Somehow, he doesn’t seem like a slave. Hehe.”

“Please eat.”

You can’t treat the king’s slave like a government servant. Her beautiful face, a little over thirty years old, has many traces of the past. Her attire is also different, probably because she was used to wearing palace attire.

“Then, perhaps Your Majesty… … .”

“That is correct. His Majesty personally designated such and such and sent them.”

“Oh my! So you’re saying that it’s not just one person.”

“yes.”

The answer is yes, but it doesn’t fully answer the question. It would be right to say who and how many people were there, but since he was used to palace customs, he held back.

The king takes more care of it. He must have known that I was sitting in the secret office and even figured out the reason. I thought I was making him worry for no reason.

“I’ll take a break for a moment.”

“Shall I make you a bedding?”

Dalcheon shook his head.

“This is not a palace. You don’t have to do that. Just step aside.”

Dalcheon took a pillow out of the closet and lay down.

“Aren’t you taking any medicine?”

“They said it was sent from the palace, so I think I’ll get sick if I eat it.”

“Hohoho.”

People laugh. When people laugh, you can see that their hearts are coming and going. If there is a meaning that comes and goes through telepathy, conversation becomes easy.

“I’ll take a break. Come back and watch them do it 300 times. Please let me know when you’re done.”

“I just saw it briefly, but it looks like a human catcher.”

“Yes. I plan on beating them up this time.”

“What did you do wrong?”

“I didn’t study hard. Well, I just imitated the best students’ studies as a way to make a living.”

Dalcheon waved her hand, and she bowed politely and left. There was a commotion outside, then the sound of someone packing up their armor, and a few footsteps in the distance. She felt that the king was concerned, considerate, and trying to repay her. She was not a slave. She was a palace maid. She wondered how she could decline, but Dalcheon had not slept for several days. She fell into a deep sleep without realizing it. The afternoon passed slowly as she slept.

* * *

Coincidentally, the place where the leaders of the Il-dae-gye were hiding was not far from So-gyeok-seo. Since the houses in the east, west, and south were all discovered, it may have been natural that they would infiltrate to the north.

The military was still deployed near the house where the house was discovered. The assembly point at the foot of Namsan was openly inspected by the military, and the house near Cheonggye was secretly guarded to make sure no one was coming or going.

“This is the only place.”

The subordinate lowered his body at Eun-myeon’s lamented discontent.

“The Bukgung Palace is nearby, but there’s a saying that goes, “It’s dark when the lights are down.” Nothing bad will happen. In fact, it’s safe.”

“That little kid?”

“They say he is currently living in seclusion.”

“A letter of complaint?”

Eun-myeon’s heart sank. Her eyes squinted without her knowing it.

“Isn’t it too close?”

“The alleys overlap each other. The actual distance is quite long. You have to go around a lot. There are so many small noises intersecting. You never notice it.”

“I think it’s actually safer.”

“Yes. Going outside the castle now would expose me even more. This place is better.”

“Have you recovered Ilseong-gun’s body?”

“No. I couldn’t. They took it away… … . I’m sorry.”

“It must have been helpless in that chaos. What did the doctor say?”

“He said that if it doesn’t get worse, it won’t affect my daily life. He said that because of the location, it will take time to heal.”

“I see.”

“I suggested that you lie down instead.”

“Whew. When I lie down, my stomach turns inside out, and when I sit down, that part of my body hurts! It’s so hot.”

“It’s already over. I think it would be wise to stay quiet and bide your time.”

“Who is the new king?”

“He returned a little after noon.”

“You came quickly.”

“How much do you want to be king?”

Eun-myeon waved her hand. The servants on the left and right moved quickly. The curtain came down to block the view. Eun-myeon took off her mask, sighed, and lay down. The events of the past few days came back to her like a flash. Despite the successive failures, she could have achieved her goal if she had succeeded just once, but everything had gone awry.

Even with a force of over 20,000 troops, Hanyang Castle, which had a garrison of less than a few thousand troops, was not able to do anything. It was foolish. I was so disappointed and hurt that I couldn’t sleep and just rolled around in bed.

No matter how you evaluate it, the most difficult one was the real Jin. I didn’t know that the young man’s martial arts skills were so high. No matter how strong he was, I thought that I could subdue him if a few of my martial artists joined forces, and that was my biggest mistake.

If I had just listened carefully to the words that came late, things wouldn’t have turned out like this.

There can be no such thing as an unmanned being. It is an impossible reality. We have seen an impossible reality.

Even if ten people, including Joseon’s best swordsman, cling to him, he can’t win.

It was not Hwagyeong, but Hyeongyeong’s unmanned vehicle.

Strong guys are usually stupid, but he had outstanding strategic ability.

All of the enemy’s responses came from his head and were fueled by his dedicated efforts.

More than half of the Jurchen leadership was wiped out. It will take more than a dozen years for the Jurchen to rise again. Cooperation with the Tangbun-guan Jurchen is out of the question.

The cavalry’s strategy of coming over the mountain was out of the ordinary. How could they have responded when they were caught off guard like that? He was a genius at strategy.

The destruction of the vanguard was unexpected, and things went awry from there.

Even if Hanyangseong was emptied, we should not have entered. We should have kept in mind that their plan was to assassinate the key figure.

As thoughts kept coming to mind, Eun-myeon turned her body over.

The times when I almost died three or four times flashed before my eyes. The pure white light that was approaching, covering my vision, was a sword of death that I could never avoid. I should be thankful that I am alive now.

“Phew.”

I lie down and sigh. Will I be able to get up again? Everything I’ve prepared for over a decade is broken. It won’t be possible now.

Old tears flowed down the side of his face as he lay there in disappointment.

In various parts of the house, the sound of reinforcement of defenses could be heard continuously. Fences were being erected, bushes were being raised, entrances were being blocked, narrow passages were being opened, etc. On one side, direct subordinates were having a meeting, and occasionally shouting was heard.

It’s all useless… … .

Dalcheon woke up because of the strange echoes among the countless noises. The suppressed screams vibrated the air thickly, and the vibrations transmitted to the floor where he was lying face down were unusual. Dalcheon felt that it was not the usual noise of the people and curled the corners of his mouth.

‘They’re the guys. They’ve set up shop not far away. They must know that I’m here… … . They must have had nowhere to go. Three large barracks-like houses have been discovered.’

Dalcheon’s body rolled around and then he suddenly rolled backwards and stood up. It was a truly strange movement. With one jump, his body was stuck against the wall.

Now that the work is over, there is no rush. They are not far away, and I know their direction and distance, so I can spy on them secretly. I looked at the door leading outside, and then I looked at the paper window on the other side, and I slipped out through the paper window without making a sound. I jumped up and hung on the eaves of the roof. I spun around like a monkey and went up to the roof, stepped on the ridge, and flew straight ahead.

Roofs and walls passed by. With a single breath, Dalcheon, who had been sucked in, arrived at their house. Just like every other time, he landed on the roof without a sound. He first checked the source of the commotion. The noise of workers in the place where they were disguising the house that was not in use was incessant. They dug the ground and installed a fence to block the way, and they did a great job. On the other side, a meeting was taking place, and they were busy criticizing each other. During their conversation, Dalcheon, Jinin, and that bastard came out.

A long, slow sigh mixed with a groan escaped from a place in the annex a little further away. The gurgling sound of his breathing was a sign of problems with his lungs and spleen. He closed his eyes and made quiet sounds. He stopped his thoughts more precisely than when he was studying, and all the other information poured in.

Dalcheon jumped through the air to avoid their eyes. He jumped high and slowly landed on the roof of the house where the sound came from. It was a small tiled house, and the four sides were guarded by black-clad warriors like an iron wall.

Dalcheon took off four tiles and dug out some of the dirt underneath. As he dug up some of the roof dirt, he could feel the boards under the ribs at his fingertips. If it were an ordinary house, they wouldn’t have even put boards on the roof.

He took a deep breath, concentrated his strength on his index finger, and slowly pressed down on the board. The board split silently, revealing an eye socket. The thing was lying inside where his feet had been lowered. He was lying there, not knowing where he was uncomfortable, but his back was half-folded. Lying down exhausted, he lived the same shabby life as anyone else. No matter how powerful someone is, lying down exhausted is the same. It’s the same life.