Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 14



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 14

Practice (2)

“Did you just say that you were acting violently?”

As I looked at Madame Cheonghwa, who was asking with eyes that were like a scorpion’s, I felt strange.

The face is similar to that of a little girl named Seon-ah, but the atmosphere of that cute child and her mother, Lady Cheong-hwa, are polar opposites.

‘I guess the look in your eyes is important?’

After shaking off his useless thoughts, he spoke to Madam Cheong-hwa.

“Not only did you open the door and barge in without permission, but you also scolded someone in front of their master. If that isn’t bullying, then what is it?”

“Didn’t Confucius first ignore the practices of the new religion?”

Her comment brought a sneer to my lips.

“If you do that, wouldn’t it have been enough to come and tell me about the custom? Madam Cheonghwa told her concubine that she would carry a horse on her back and protect her husband, but what Madam Cheonghwa is doing now is no different from carrying the name of Hyeokryeon Sega on her back and protecting her husband.”

“… … .”

Mrs. Cheonghwa, who was about to ask something, gritted her teeth and glared at me when the Master was mentioned.

I don’t know what custom Madam Cheonghwa was talking about, but the moment she acted violently toward me, a disciple of Cheonma, I had the justification.

She also realized the fact belatedly, as she lowered her head and said.

“I was a little excited and made a mistake.”

But that’s just the bare minimum, since there are so many eyes watching around.

His speech became more polite, but his eyes were still cold.

‘I guess I should just move on from this.’

If you keep pushing when the opponent has bowed his head, the justification will go to the opponent.

“I accept your apology. If so, could you explain to me what the practice you mentioned earlier was? If it is indeed my fault, I will also apologize to you, Madam.”

At my words, for some reason, Madam Cheonghwa seemed to hesitate for a moment, then turned her head slightly and looked at Seon-ah.

‘hmm?’

It was a strange feeling.

Because in an instant, affection and compassion filled the eyes of the woman who had been so venomous.

‘what?’

According to what I heard from Seon-ah, she seemed like a mother who didn’t seem like a mother at all.

Because my mom wouldn’t give me anything, I ended up calling the doll I was hugging “mom.”

“It’s a difficult story to share in front of Seon-ah, so can we talk about it separately?”

But Madam Cheonghwa, who had turned her head before I knew it, was looking at me with her usual cold eyes and asking me.

* * *

In the end, Madam Cheonghwa and I headed to an empty room in Pungamjeon.

Just in case, Jin Ha-yeon came with them, packed a car, and Madam Cheong-hwa also came with an escort.

“So, what is this practice that you can’t even tell Seon-ah, the person involved?”

In response to my question, Madam Qinghua took a sip of tea and opened her mouth.

“It is a long-standing practice of the Shinto religion to prohibit contact with the girls of the Hyukryun family.”

It was such an absurd practice that I was momentarily speechless.

“…Can you tell me why?”

“It’s because of the magic that Seon-ah is learning.”

“If you are talking about the magic of the Hyukryun Sega, are you talking about the Blood Shadow Eighteen Swords?”

“The Blood Shadow Eighteen Swords are a martial art learned by the boys of the Hyukryun Segae family, while the girls learn a magical art called the Blood Fox Red Claw Art.”

“What are the side effects of that bloodletting ritual that make it necessary to keep a distance from that child?”

“The side effect is simple: excessive obsession.”

“… … .”

While I was momentarily at a loss for words, Madam Cheonghwa continued her explanation.

“If you become attached to something, you will show symptoms of anxiety if that person is even slightly separated from you, and if there is even the slightest mistake about that person, you will often go crazy.”

“So, are you saying that you deliberately keep your distance so as not to become an object of obsession?”

“Yes. Usually, the easiest person to get close to is another person. However, as humans, we cannot stay together forever. Also, people are bound to get hurt or get sick at any time. This is especially true for our followers.”

I understood what he meant to some extent, but I still had some questions.

“Even if everyone avoids it, the side effects of magic won’t go away, right?”

“That’s why they avoid people. Until they target something other than people. After avoiding everyone for a few years, they naturally become attached to dolls, pillows, or accessories like hairpins.”

As I listened to Madam Cheonghwa’s explanation, I suddenly remembered the doll Seon-ah used to carry around and called ‘Mom’.

“Seon-ah started learning the Blood Tiger Jeokjo technique last year. Before entering the Magic Hall, she was supposed to become attached to an object, not a person. And until a girl from the Hyukryun Sega family starts showing signs of attachment to something else, it has been a practice that has been passed down from the past for everyone in the Shinshu to avoid her.”

After finishing her explanation, Madam Qinghua took a sip of tea and looked at me.

A look in his eyes as if asking if he now understands what his fault was.

However, that was an explanation that only those who belonged to this crazy cult could understand.

‘Fuck. This is just child abuse.’

To be honest, even while fighting with Madam Cheong-hwa, there was a sense of unease in my heart.

What if there’s a really serious practice? Did I just have a huge accident?

That kind of anxiety.

But after hearing the explanation, the space that had been occupied by anxiety was filled with only discomfort.

“… Judging from the fact that you’re telling this story in a place where there are no children, it seems like Seon-ah doesn’t know about this custom yet?”

“If we talk about the side effects in advance, we are bound to have problems attaching ourselves to things instead of people.”

My emotions boiled over at Mrs. Cheonghwa’s attitude of saying that there was nothing she could do.

Was it because of pity for the poor child? Or, perhaps, it was because of the pain of sharing the same suffering.

I, too, was going to suffer from mental illness as I was forced by the Master to learn magic against my will.

What’s worse, just like Seon-ah, he was a damned life locked up in this prison called Pungamjeon, devoted to training and studying under Jin Ha-yeon’s watch.

but.

‘At least I was given a choice.’

That child had to live like that simply because he was born into a Hyukryun family.

Did he mistake my frozen face for one that was convinced?

“Your Majesty, now that you understand, we will now take our leave.”

As I said that and looked at the backs of Madam Cheong-hwa and her escort as they opened the door and came out, my mind became complicated.

I feel so disgusted, and I don’t know what to do with this crazy, cult-like tradition that’s been around for so long.

When you are lost in such complicated worries.

“Let’s go.”

At the cold voice of Mrs. Cheonghwa, the child who had been cowering turned his head and looked at me.

As I looked into the child’s earnest eyes, I felt disgusted with myself for being so troubled.

“Please wait a moment.”

“Confucius?”

As I suddenly got up and walked towards Seon-ah, Jin Ha-yeon, who was standing next to me, called out to me with an unusually bewildered expression.

Regardless, I quickly approached Seon-ah, bent my knees, and looked the kid in the eye.

“Seon-ah. Do you remember the promise we made earlier?”

“A promise…? Ah!”

He shouted as if he remembered Seon-ah, who had a large head compared to her small body.

“Then, can I come tomorrow too?”

“Okay. You promised.”

I told you before Madam Qinghua barged in.

I need someone to talk to, so come visit often.

And this was still the same feeling.

“If you continue to practice martial arts and study hard at Sega in the future, you will be able to meet and play with your brother.”

“Eight Princes!!”

As soon as I finished speaking, Mrs. Cheong-hwa, who was next to me, shouted venomously.

“Are you really trying to ignore the religious practices!!”

And I too, let out a scream of evil.

“Stop talking nonsense like convention!”

That damn custom. That damn custom.

As I kept listening, I started getting angry as I remembered all the damn practices I had experienced during my time as a civil servant.

Starting with the controversial ‘shibo-tteok’ and ‘the day to serve the manager,’ which had been in existence even before I died, there were various practices in the civil service.

Absurd practices that were created because the civil service society is so filthy conservative.

But even here, such a crazy practice was firmly established. And that too, the practice of bullying children.

“What is the purpose of teaching magic in the first place! Are you teaching people to be consumed by the side effects of magic? Didn’t you mean to overcome the side effects? And do you think it makes sense to force such a crazy practice on the entire sect because of the side effects?”

At my question, Madam Cheonghwa’s eyes turned completely cold.

She asked in a tone devoid of any emotion.

“Can you take responsibility for your actions now? I understand that Your Majesty will be entering the Magic Academy in a year, but what are you planning to do after entering the Magic Academy?”

In a state of obsession, the question is, what will happen after I enter the Magic Hall?

Perhaps, just because I entered the Magic Hall, I could have fallen into possession due to the side effects of the magic.

As I was looking at Seon-ah at her question, a good idea suddenly came to mind.

“Don’t worry, I have a plan in mind. If any problems arise after entering the Magic Hall, I will take responsibility.”

* * *

That night.

A huge hall located in the deepest part of Cheonmasingyo.

The residence of Cheonma, the master of Cheonma Shingyo. In the office of Cheonmajeon (Heavenly Demon Hall), two men were having a private meeting.

One was Cheonma, the master of the Demonic Cult, and the other was a man who looked to be in his middle age or old age.

Cheonma, who had heard the whole story from the man sitting across from him, calmly stroked his beard and looked at the man instead of answering right away.

Although he may have looked like he was only fifteen years older than her, the old man was a great-grandson to Cheonma and the current head of the Hyukryun family.

The reason why they didn’t seem that different in age even though they were nearly forty years apart was because Cheonma, who had reached a high level, had already experienced two physical transformations.

However, that did not mean that the martial arts skills of Hyukryeonga were lacking.

The Hyukryun Family’s leader was also an ‘old man’ who had mastered the Hyukryun Family’s secret weapon, the Blood Shadow Eighteen Swords, and succeeded in taking off his horse. He had only become a little younger because he had undergone a complete transformation.

One of the reasons why the Demonic Cult, which was full of lunatics due to the aftermath of the Demonic Cult, was still functioning normally was here.

The leaders of the major Sega groups within the Demonic Cult were mostly masters who had mastered powerful magic to the level of de-demonic magic.

The Demonic Cult was able to operate because the veterans who succeeded in de-horsing, led by Cheonma, suppressed the demons with force.

However, just because he was free from the side effects of magic doesn’t mean he could just calmly overlook things that would make any normal human angry.

Especially if it is an action that ignores the practices of the Hyukryun family.

The practice of the Hyukryun family was not something that the Hyukryun family also maintained as good.

It starts with trivial problems such as being overly attached to parents or siblings and not being able to devote oneself to training or studying.

When someone you were close to died, there were countless cases where people couldn’t accept reality and went crazy.

In order to exploit this side effect, there were many cases where outsiders or people who were in the minority approached the daughters of the Hyukryun clan and tried to use them as puppets.

It was because of such experiences accumulated over generations that the current practices were created.

Seon-ah’s mother, Lady Cheong-hwa, and Seon-ah’s grandfather, the head of the household who had come to confront Cheon-ma, were all trying hard to ignore the child, swallowing tears of blood.

From the perspective of the prestigious Hyukryun family, there was no option to not teach magic to the child. That was the tradition.

Cheonma, who was from the Hyukryun family, knew that fact very well.

In other words, the reason Hyukryun Segaju came to see Cheonma was not to ask for his opinions.

He had come to pay his last respects to the Heavenly Horse and his great-uncle before killing his disciple.

However, the words that came out of Cheonma’s mouth were beyond Hyukryun Segaju’s expectations.

“Just leave it.”

“…What do you mean?”

The Hyukryun Sega family swallowed the follow-up remark, “Does that mean that the disciple you just took in is more important than Hyukryun Sega?”

But instead of blaming him for his rudeness, Cheonma once again blurted out something strange.

“Aren’t you curious? Will that child be able to break free from the shackles of the Hyukryun family?”

It wasn’t something he said just because he was his disciple.

Cheonma was thinking about the drinking party the other day where the four brothers had gathered.

At that young age, Ichimoku came up with a truly ingenious system that even he himself had not thought of.

Honey, it’s natural to be excited. I wonder if that child will come up with some kind of mysterious method this time too.

“What if you fail?”

Cheonma answered Hyukryun Segaju’s question while he was pondering for a moment.

“At that time, I will deal with this old man’s youngest disciple as the Hyukryeon-ga wishes. In addition, I will take Seon-ah as my new youngest disciple. This old man will always take care of you so that the magic does not go out of control, so don’t worry.”

At Cheonma’s answer, Hyukryun Se-ga showed a surprised expression for the first time since coming here.

“Do you trust that youngest disciple so much?”

To that question, Cheonma simply smiled blankly and stroked his beard without giving much of an answer.

‘Faith. Hehehe.’

It was more of an expectation than a belief.

‘You’re already preparing to create an ally. That’s truly amazing. Hehe. And it’s none other than Hyukryun Se-ga.’

If this is successful, Hyukryun Se-ga will show absolute support to Ilmok.

Even if he, who has already turned 100, leaves this world and Ilmok can no longer be called ‘the disciple of the Heavenly Demon’.

Cheonma was expecting that if it was Ichimoku, he would have calculated and acted that far.

‘The wheels have already started rolling, so all that remains is to wait for the results.’

In the future, Ilmok will lose his life to Hyukryun Sega. Or will he gain Hyukryun Sega, a great figure of the Cheonmasingyo, as an ally?

As a result, Cheonma was truly looking forward to it.