Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Chapter 33

Episode 33. It’s the worst, but it’s not the strongest. (1)

Seoryang, who stayed in his home and reviewed the documents except during training time, was able to memorize all the contents only after three days.

“Confucius. Would you like to eat?”

“It’s good.”

After a while, the cherry blossoms laid out today’s dinner.

Seoryang, who was using his chopsticks to inspect the documents with his eyes fixed on them, suddenly looked at the dishes.

“There are more light foods.”

“Your ingredients are mainly ones with a weak scent.”

Xu Liang smiled.

“He’s a person who remembers even the little things well.”

“yes?”

“no. “Let’s eat quickly.”

“Ah yes.”

Aenghwa hesitated, perhaps because it was still awkward to be humbled.

“Ang!”

“….”

“Ang!”

“….”

When Seoryang did not respond no matter how many times he cried out, the fox cub sat on the floor and wheezed. It seemed quite angry as it twitched its nose and waved its front paws.

Aenghwa, who was secretly watching, grabbed a few pieces of boiled meat and squatted down.

“Fox, fox. “Would you like to eat this?”

The fox cub glanced at the cherry blossoms and made a noise similar to a snort. Cherry Blossom’s face became tearful.

After checking the documents several times, Seo-ryang raised his chopsticks again.

‘it’s okay. I definitely memorized it.’

As all the turbidity in the upper part of the body evaporated, Iji became clear. Although Wall Changho may not suddenly become a genius, his judgment and memory have improved significantly.

It is surprising that even with such brainpower, the amount of documents was so large that it took three days to complete.

‘hmm?’

After taking a few bites, he lowered his head to the side.

A fox cub tilts its head and fusses, and a girl with a tearful face offering meat with trembling hands.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Oh, Prince.”

Xi Liang lifted the fox cub with one hand. The fox cub did not resist and came up quietly.

“Aren’t you hungry? “Eat some of this.”

When I presented the unseasoned boiled meat, the fox cub instinctively took a bite.

flinch!

The fox cub quietly looked up at Seo-ryang.

Seo-ryang grinned.

The fox cub looked at him with angry eyes, but did not stop talking. It seemed like he was very hungry as he was chewing hard and making crunching noises.

After finishing the meal, Seo-ryang stroked the bridge of the fox’s nose. The fox, feeling drowsy from satiety, lay down and made a pleasant noise.

“Anyway, I can’t keep doing this and that. “I feel like I should at least give it a name.”

Seoliang asked Aenghwa.

“What should I name him?”

“yes?!”

“…Why are you so surprised?”

“Are you okay with me daring to express my opinion?”

“What’s not okay?”

The embarrassed Aenghwa stammered.

“But you’re still this cute… no, cute…”

“That’s it. “I’ll just build it myself.”

The cherry blossom bowed its head.

Xi Liang touched the fox cub’s ears. When I touch the large ears, which are almost as big as my face, I feel strangely drowsy.

“How about Geoiho (???)?”

Sniff!

The fox cub snorted. It was difficult to determine whether the timing was appropriate or whether it was an expression of displeasure.

“no? So what about the Great Miho (???)? “You have a big tail.”

The cherry blossoms gave an expression that seemed to be collapsing.

Still, it was clear that since he was Confucius, he could not bear to speak.

Seo-ryang scratched his head as if shaken.

“Is that a bit like that? Then… um…”

Suddenly he looked at the eyes and nose of the fox cub.

It’s really cute, but it looks really stereotypical. Although the ears and tail are too big.

“It’s a golden fox, so just be a golden fox.”

Aenghwa was almost on the verge of fainting.

Why do you put the word ‘fox’ in a fox’s name? Even though it’s a fox, isn’t it too much of a fox?!

Because it was a golden fox, its name was Geumho. Aenghwa felt a chill run down her spine at Confucius’ sense of naming.

But what was more surprising was the fox cub’s reaction.

“Ang!”

He roared loudly and jumped up, rubbing his body against Seoryang’s hand. Anyone who saw it could see that it was a gesture of joy.

The cherry blossom’s pupils became glassy like rotten fish eyes.

You really don’t understand, do you? You definitely don’t do that because you’re happy, right?

Seo-ryang smiled warmly.

“Is it that good, Inseok?”

“Ah!”

The cherry blossom sat down.

Seoliang lifted Geumho onto his shoulders and walked to the window. The scenery outside the window still looked like a painting.

Sassasasasaak.

Fallen leaves were blown by the blowing wind.

Even Seoryang’s relaxed face showed a hint of seriousness.

‘It’s interesting even if only half of what’s written in the document is true.’

There is no need to worry about organizing the organization. All you have to do is memorize where and what organization is doing what.

However, the character relationships are a different story.

‘I thought he was a subordinate of A, but he is under orders from Mu, and I thought he was friends with Byeong, but he is actually sharpening his sword with Eul behind the scenes… They live very complicated lives.’

It’s probably similar in any organization. However, because the organization called Heavenly Demon God Church was so large, there were many parts that were difficult to memorize and understand.

‘I have to crawl into this tangled net.’

In order to go out into the open sea without a fishing boat, you have to get into the net.

I struggled with this absurd reality several times, but there was no other solution. If I tried to tear the net, the fisherman would beat me to death, so I had to play around with it for a while before letting me go.

Seo-ryang took a small, deep breath.

‘Anyway, there’s only one thing I ultimately want. All you have to do is jump in for that one result. ‘Let’s not make it complicated.’

Ugh.

A translucent magical energy appeared in the hand holding the window frame. He was also quite nervous at the thought of finally entering the real game.

Slurp.

Geumho, a fox cub that had climbed onto the arm and landed on the window sill, looked up at Seoliang.

Tsutsutsu.

Beyond the pure pupils of the clear beast’s eyes, a five-colored brilliance that seemed almost invisible shimmered.

Whiing.

The wind coming into the room through the window became stronger.

Paralock.

Xiliang’s clothes fluttered and the golden tiger’s fur fluttered beautifully.

The Magi of Seoliang gradually but surely becomes stronger. At the same time, Geumho’s eyes gradually became brighter.

Hehehehe.

“huh?”

The cherry blossom tree, which had slumped down, looked up at the table.

The table was vibrating gently. The dishes placed on it also trembled slightly and made strange noises.

‘What is this?’

Could it be that there was an earthquake?

At that time, the demonic energy in Seo-ryang’s body disappeared. As soon as the demon energy disappeared, the shaking table stopped and the wind calmed down.

Seoliang stroked Geumho’s head.

“What can I do? I’ve thought about it enough, so it’s time to move. is not it?”

“Ah!”

Geumho suddenly climbed onto his shoulder.

After compiling his thoughts in an instant, Seo-ryang put the sword on his belt and headed out the door.

“Let’s see. How much time does it take to prepare this and that… Cherry blossoms. “I might not come in today, so eat dinner first.”

“oh! All right.”

“And…”

Seoliang glanced at the cherry blossoms.

A cherry blossom that was politely presented. Although I continued to improve my internal skills, I was unable to properly learn martial arts.

“No, let’s talk about this later.”

“yes.”

“Goes. “Don’t starve, just eat.”

“Please come back, Confucius!”

* * *

Ma Dong-pil was a naturally simple and diligent person.

I am not the type of person to lie in bed all day just because I am on vacation, or to use this opportunity to go on a food tour, or to bother my colleagues by snooping around their residences because I am bored.

However, I did not ignore the vacation and jump into my main job. This is because I didn’t want to ruin the efficiency of my work with unnecessary nonsense in case I needed someone’s help.

In the end, what he chose was martial arts.

Saaaaagh!

The long sword that cut through the air was imbued with great power.

Even after swinging the sword for half a day, the spirit of swordsmanship does not die. No, rather, it was spreading a more delicate and strong sword energy.

‘good night.’

I trained for half a day, using my energy generously. Even if you are a peak expert, it is normal for you to be exhausted.

But it was just brisk. The stamina trained in the bamboo forest never seemed to run out, and the time it took for my energy to recharge was much faster than before.

Crucially, the quality of Magi has increased. Even with a small amount of demon energy, the sword’s power and destructive power became twice as powerful as before.

‘Now I understand.’

How were the rising experts, who had little difference in endurance, able to fight without getting tired?

This is because the quality of the power is different and the delicacy of operation is different. Regardless of his overall understanding of martial arts, the way he handles energy is unique.

‘But it doesn’t end there.’

As he excitedly swung his sword, Ma Dong-pil thought of one person.

The one person who gave me the biggest surprise after joining the church.

‘There was something different about Confucius’ martial arts.’

It wasn’t about type or level.

What he thought was different was Seoliang’s perspective on martial arts itself.

‘He seemed very experienced. But it’s unconventional.’

As experience accumulates, creativity is lost. This is because you have become skilled enough that there is no need to be unconventional.

Seoliang was not like that. He seemed to have a wealth of experience to the point where he was called Noh Kang-ho, but at times he showed off his martial arts skills that were so unconventional that it was admirable.

‘Perhaps that may be the decisive reason why Confucius was able to become strong so quickly.’

The change in thinking is quick and unconventional. Naturally, the number of cases for combining groups increases, and as you get used to it, your thinking will deepen and your judgment and agility will increase.

‘If only it could be like that….’

Pugh!

When he carefully swung his sword, a round hole was made in a rock far away.

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes sparkled.

‘It got deeper!’

At that time, applause was heard from afar.

“Amazing!”

Ma Dong-pil, startled, turned his head.

When was it there? This leader, Giyang, was standing with a surprised face.

“It was great swordsmanship. “I knew you had gotten stronger, but I didn’t know it was to this extent.”

“Ah, this leader.”

Ma Dong-pil hurriedly took the lead.

Kiyang, who was looking at the rock with an expression full of admiration, cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry. “I made a mistake because I was swinging the object with excitement.”

“no. “I was about to finish it already.”

“haha.”

Kiyang walked to the rock and looked at the sword marks and stuck out his tongue.

“It is the one-point red of the demon sword. I can’t believe I drilled through a rock three feet deep with a basic ball in the circle. “And from this far away.”

“It’s still not enough.”

“It’s definitely not polished. The surface inside the hole is somewhat rough. But did you know that there are countless warriors who have never reached that level in their lives?”

“….”

“To be honest, I’m not confident that even I can leave such a deep mark on this street.”

Ma Dong-pil lowered his head.

“It’s just a shame.”

“It was dangerous, but I think I grew a lot while protecting the Three Princes.”

“He is the person who gave me great enlightenment despite my shortcomings.”

Kiyang, who was nodding his head, said that it was a mistake.

“Anyway, I had something to tell you, but I forgot while watching the training.”

“yes?”

“The Three Princes stopped by the Protectorate Court.”

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes widened.

“How come Confucius…?”

“I had something to tell you. “I don’t know if it’s too late.”

“A message?”

“Uh, so…”

Kiyang blurted out.

“He asked me to tell him if he remembered the first time he encountered Nokchok.”

Ma Dong-pil tilted his head.

Of course he remembered that time. But does that simply mean everything?

“And you said you were going to a Gwangmadae dinner party today.”

“…!”

“You also said to come if you are interested, but I have no idea what this means…”

“I’m sorry, Captain!”

Ma Dong-pil, who interrupted Ki-yang, quickly moved.

There was a look of urgency on his face as he left the defense court without washing.

‘Confucius!’

Isn’t that right? You’re not trying to be as drastic as you were then, are you?

Seoryang’s mouth, floating in the corner of his head, moved slowly.

Why not?

Paaang!

Ma Dong-pil’s running style suddenly changed into a rapid body method.