As Prophet - Chapter 92



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Episode 92. I am the Lord of this world

Dalcheon’s sword cut the bastard’s waist. The bastard blocked it by lowering the sword in his hand. Dalcheon lowered his body and raised his sword, bringing it down vertically. The bastard tried to block it by raising his sword, but he was a beat late. He slashed from the bastard’s shoulder to his waist.

“Ahhh.”

However, it didn’t cut deeply as if it was wearing armor inside. When I pulled up my sword and swept downwards, pure white black energy shot straight up like a sword and cut down the lower body of the bastard and the three bastards around him all at once.

The bastard fell and blood gushed out like a fountain. I grabbed the bastard’s collar with one hand and jumped up. I felt something pouring down, but I didn’t care. I jumped up onto the roof above the porch and returned to the guest house’s backyard. When I put the bastard down on the ground, the general came over and saw him and his teeth chattered.

The lower body was cut and both legs disappeared. Although it was not the torso, the blood drained out in an instant, so the bastard’s breath was severe. Dalcheon stopped the bleeding by puncturing the blood vessels around the bastard’s legs, but he lost consciousness and did not wake up.

“This guy’s baby.”

“Do you know him?”

“Officer, you are an officer of the special corps.”

“Ahem. So you’re talking about the guards working in the palace.”

Dalcheon tried to save him by piercing the blood vessels all over his upper body, but he died quickly from the blood that flowed out as the arteries in his legs were cleanly cut. The whistle that had been hanging around his neck came down.

Dalcheon looked around and climbed up onto the roof again. He stood tall at the edge of the ridge and looked around. The men who had lost their commander were starting to retreat in confusion.

After confirming that every single one of them had disappeared, he plopped down on the ridge. It wasn’t hard work. Dalcheon didn’t even kill small animals. He wasted a lot of energy on people dying. He quietly recited the Taoist sutra for those who had killed him so easily while talking about the dignity of life. It wouldn’t make a difference, but it might comfort the mind of the person who committed the murder. In fact, many rituals might have been developed for the purpose of reassuring the performer rather than for that purpose.

I felt the dawn wriggling through the clouds. Was this how time had come? As the long sense of place burst, the family of the Saekju family who had been watching from afar came running. I announced that the Dalcheon had come down and ended, and sat down on the porch. Too many lives had been lost. When I went home, they were all someone’s son, father, or uncle.

Before discussing the social utility of work, I hated the stubborn standards of this country that force people to do such things. Didn’t they say that diplomacy is no different from war? Isn’t the constant rush of politicians to get their share no different from bloody fighting?

Is it because my conditions of existence change greatly depending on who becomes king? It probably doesn’t matter to those who work below him…

While I was pondering over things that didn’t end with questions, the members of the Saekju family came running to support me. I didn’t even tell them to clean up or organize. I just gestured to them and they moved on their own. This is also work. They make a living by performing their roles.

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While Mi-hyang, the owner of the liquor store, stood in front of the prince and received instructions, So-hyang came and sat down next to him. He didn’t even have the strength to criticize her for being rude and not even asking for permission.

“Are you okay?”

Dalcheon nodded.

“Did you take care of all those people, Jangsa?”

A look of hesitation came over Dalcheon’s face as he nodded again.

“It’s scary.”

It’s just a word that comes out of the blue. It’s meaningless. What do you want me to do? Or is it that you want me to add my consent to my feelings? Dalcheon spoke without even looking to the side.

“I will be alone.”

Sohyang looked at the direction Mihyang was reporting with anxious eyes and then pulled away. Her red and blue skirt spread widely in the light of dawn. Mihyang came back to ask again, but Dalcheon waved his hand.

“Do as you please, everyone.”

The unmanned, annoyed expression on his face, which had created dozens of corpses, prevented anyone from approaching. Mihyang lowered her head and stayed for a moment before stepping back.

Still, the morning sun rose and breakfast was served. Neither the prince nor the elder brother came near. Dalcheon sat on the veranda like a slave and ate his meal. He was busy waiting for time. He checked his clothes. Blood was splattered and soot was stained, but he had no clothes to change into.

Should I enter the palace even in this situation…?

It was betrayal that such a thing had happened in this peaceful world, this beautiful country, this good land, and yet everyday life had to go on. Leaving Mukhyeong lying down, the two of them left the house. They found a horse in the stable and headed straight for the palace.

I passed the Jongchinbu across from Geonchunmun without paying attention. Those standing in front of the gate glanced at me, as if they knew what had happened in the early morning. I got the feeling that they weren’t free either. No, all the officials I met on the street seemed to be related. I felt like I had some idea of ​​what kind of years the prince had lived. Maybe experience helps me understand.

Geon Chun Moon’s stomach checked the two people’s patterns and greeted them. He knew their faces, but he seemed to be keeping his distance.

“Please enter the palace.”

I looked at Dalcheon’s belt money but didn’t say anything. It seemed like there had been some instructions from the palace beforehand. I was worried about whether I could carry a weapon or not, but there was no need for that at all.

When he went to Seungjeongwon as the Do Seungji had said, he was told to wait because the waiting time was getting longer. Dalcheon felt stuffy inside and walked outside. Instead, he left the door slightly open. In the center of the yard, surrounded by walls and corridors on all sides, was a square platform. It looked like a stage to Dalcheon. He had said he would watch and learn. He thought of building a stone wall on one side of the training ground to make the stage a little higher.

Armed guards stood at the entrance and each corner. They followed Dalcheon’s movements with their eyes, but Dalcheon felt like they knew him all along. I circled the money tree from the beginning and expected their movements, but they stood like trees and stones and did not move. I stood right in front of them and stared at them, but they seemed to be dealing with inanimate objects. I secretly tried to gauge their actions.

Dalcheon is trying not to see it because he can see everything just by looking at it. At first glance, there was no trace of my studying. That’s right. I’m not a master who would do something like this, but I sighed after confirming that the history of the palace guard was poor. It’s meaningless to list all the problems that I see in other places. If it’s not something I should be in charge of, it’s better not to say anything.

“The clothes are nice.”

Dalcheon quirked an eyebrow as he said something. He looked down at his clothes. He picked up a loose outer garment to cover up the bloodstains. It was a long piece of cloth that was connected from top to bottom, and it looked like a long robe.

“On duty. Loyalty.”

“You mean don’t disturb me?”

“sorry.”

As he speaks, he lets go, and when he finishes speaking, he stands up straight again.

“I did it because I was bored while waiting. Your clothes are really cool. When you go out on the streets of Hanyang, people say you’re cool.”

“Yes.”

Dalcheon thought it would be good if the children also wore uniforms. Wherever I went and whatever I saw, I could only think of the school building. I walked around aimlessly and leaned my butt against the money tree and sat down.

“Phew.”

I didn’t prepare anything for meeting the king. I had no idea why he was calling me or why he wanted to see me. I was just thinking about rejecting most things.

I didn’t forget to check the sympathy inside. I wondered what was going on inside the palace, but what happened at dawn was on my mind.

The general came out, perhaps bored with waiting.

“What are you doing?”

“Just stay still. Are you bored?”

“It’s daily life. Waiting for Your Majesty.”

“Whew… … . I think that after meeting His Majesty, I would like to go to the Crown Prince.”

“Why? No, it won’t work.”

“I need to see it again. I need to hear what they have to say about the terrible thing that happened.”

The general spoke one word at a time, one at a time.

“Strike the grass and startle the snake!”

“… … And you still live like that after being treated like that?”

The general stood with his back to the ground and looked up at the square sky created by the square buildings.

“I want to live. I don’t want to die.”

“If you just sit there and let it happen, it will keep sending you. You have to break that flow somewhere. It’s like martial arts.”

“Are you trying to threaten the Crown Prince?”

“If necessary. It’s meant as a warning.”

“I don’t feel like it. I came with you today to help you.”

Dalcheon admitted it.

“Yes. It was not only because So-saeng entered the palace that His Majesty called him, but I also wanted to see what kind of house it was.”

“A corner of the house… … Hahaha! If you think about the households of ordinary people, it’s a flow without any tact. Since you said flow earlier, I’ll use that word too.”

“Let’s cut it off. Well, that’s called a pulse. If you cut off the pulse, it becomes distorted.”

“It is a highly political act. What you are saying now.”

“Politics, economics, society, culture, they are all the same to me. The flow that disrupts people’s lives must be broken.”

“Is that the Crown Prince?”

“Isn’t that right?”

The general took a deep breath and let it out.

“Honestly, I have great resentment towards His Majesty the King for letting things turn out this way.”

Dalcheon pulled back and made an exclamation. It was an exclamation he often used when teaching children.

“Ouch! Is that Mac?”

“Isn’t that how it is in the end?”

“… … .”

“All things come down to His Majesty the King. From the beginning to the end… … .”

The Grand Prince’s expression became as clouded and lonely as an autumn evening glow.

“There have been more than a few times when I would rather throw myself on the enemy’s sword and die.”

“Oh! Sacrificing one’s life to become a saint!”

“Oh, why is the expression like that?”

“Um… … . I studied alone for a long time, so I lack social skills. And it was difficult to name many things in the world. So I give names to each and every one. I give names to situations, and I use my own easy-to-understand words for names I don’t know. There are unfortunate incidents where a lot of diversity disappears the moment you define something, but you can still have a conversation at a level where you can understand each other.

Of course, if someone wants to die, we should be concerned about their existence, but I think that ultimately, what is shown to others is not a life of sacrifice.

If I were to say that Mama’s thoughts are like “discussing the public opinion” or “repaying kindness with a bundle of grass,” wouldn’t that make you feel bad? Of course, there is that aspect to it, but I understood it as a life-saving act.”

When talking to Dalcheon, old sorrows fade away like laundry drying in the sunlight, and the pain also fades.

“It’s a shame that there are various aspects of the issue that are omitted, that is, eliminated, but when pursuing the idea, it’s quite important to define it. A person who is a saint, um… … has an object to do so, and it’s not something that can be done to help others do good things. No, right? The conclusion can be easily drawn like this.”

He speaks clumsily, but he is by no means an ignorant master. He is a teacher who memorizes the martial arts and teaches children by reciting key passages from the 『Sohak』 and 『Dongmong Seonseup』 without even looking at them. He looks cute because he is young, and so his speech seems clumsy, but his content is substantial and practical.

“I learn a lot from you.”

“Hehehe. I’m also a government official.”

It would be right to express humility there, but he answers that he is a teacher who teaches children. The prince chuckled at Dalcheon’s straightforward attitude. We cannot help but like such a person who is clear and unobstructed.

“His Majesty will make a condition that cannot be refused.”

“Ahem, I can’t refuse… … . That’s a scary word.”

“You might say that if I refuse, Baek Sa Ban’s work will become difficult.”

“What a narrow-minded person.”

“The world lives in such narrow-mindedness.”

“Oh my! Why don’t you live like that? Why do you live like that?”

“It is your own life. It is a kind of wisdom that you have acquired through your own process. Think of it as a framework for dealing with the world.”

“I don’t know. I can’t understand why Heaven only teaches the Way. Such a narrow-minded attitude deserves to be criticized by the people we live with.”

“I don’t know if you’ll understand if I say politics. It’s politics.”

“Are you saying that you can do anything if you call it politics?”

“I would like to say that it is justified because it protects the peace of all people.”

“Oh, don’t do that kind of politics. I learned that politics is right. It’s written that way in books, and many sages have said the same thing.”

Dalcheon is a place that no one can beat in words. And although the examples he gives are a bit messy, his intentions are as pure as white laundry dried in the sun.