Ch.121121. Cyber Joseon

The next day, Amon headed to a certain location, introduced by Director Gyuwon of the Chumon Group.

Whoosh! Swoosh!

The sound of cutting through the air greeted him as soon as the door opened.

Warriors in black martial arts uniforms with trackers attached were frantically swinging their swords.

Despite wearing ridiculous trackers and swinging swords in front of cameras, the warriors showed no embarrassment as they continued their movements.

The recorded footage would be saved with several variations, processed into data, and used for training mass-produced swordsmen.

While Amon silently observed their movements, a young man wrapped in a black martial arts uniform approached.

“What do you think, Mr. Amon? Have you considered my proposal?”

Amon briefly glanced at the young man, then looked back at the warriors being recorded.

“Your proposal is certainly interesting, Mr. Gimin. I accept.”

“Then…!”

“However, I will only demonstrate throwing techniques.”

“Of course!”

The warrior approached Amon with gleaming eyes.

The warrior’s name was Park Gimin.

He was Park Gyuwon’s son.

In Amon’s assessment, Gimin was an exhausting person in many ways.

Enthusiastic in kind words, but noisy in harsh ones.

His voice was so booming that Amon’s mental energy was being drained in real-time while dealing with him.

“Mr. Amon! I’ll set everything up for you right away!”

Disgusted by Gimin’s overwhelming approach, Amon stepped back.

‘Sigh… how did I get involved with someone like this…’

Of course, Amon, who didn’t discriminate against people, wouldn’t normally be troubled by just one enthusiastic person.

If Amon were in his usual relaxed state of mind, he would have gladly welcomed such a person’s approach.

In other words, he currently lacked that mental composure.

‘Ah, my stomach hurts.’

The main reason for his discomfort?

It was because of the person Gimin had brought along.

‘Why is the prince here?!’

When Gimin first brought someone he introduced as his younger acquaintance, Amon hadn’t thought much of it.

But when Sunhwa, who had brought iced Americano—the soul drink of Joseon people—from the café, suddenly bowed his head to the ground,

Amon immediately sensed the situation had become complicated.

And when he learned that this acquaintance was the still-underage youngest prince, Amon’s hand naturally moved to the back of his neck.

“Mr. Gimin.”

“Yes! What is it?!”

“Why is… His Highness here?”

“His Highness’s maternal family is our clan! He’s my cousin.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing.”

The pressure on the back of Amon’s neck doubled.

He placed the responsibility for this pain not on Gimin standing before him, but on Sunhwa who hadn’t stopped him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know either.”

“Don’t you know your country’s queen?”

At Amon’s question, Sunhwa gestured as if telling him to listen closely.

“Not the queen, but a royal concubine.”

“Ah!”

Of course, in Joseon, the official queen was considered almost equal to royal concubines.

But that didn’t mean one could confuse a concubine with the queen.

Even Amon, who didn’t know much about Joseon, had enough common sense to correct his mistake.

“I apologize, Your Highness.”

Amon hurriedly bowed his head to the royal family member present.

It was an apology for accidentally confusing his mother.

Fortunately, the youngest prince had a kind nature unlike the spoiled rich kids Amon knew.

“No need! There’s no need to apologize. Both are my mothers anyway, so it doesn’t matter which one.”

“…”

For a moment, Amon barely restrained himself from saying, “Must be nice having two mothers.”

Suppressing his instinct to make jokes, Amon continued.

“Your Highness. This place is dangerous, so please stay with my companion.”

With that, Amon passed the “bomb” that was the prince to the Squinty-eyed Priest.

The priest’s eyes opened wide as he shot Amon a curse-filled glare, but Amon didn’t notice.

Anyway, that was that.

After passing off the bomb—no, the prince—Amon focused on the purpose of his visit.

As he placed swords between his fingers preparing to throw them, Gimin approached with gleaming eyes.

“Since ancient times, our family’s secret wish has been to contribute to creating a historically significant martial arts style. Thanks to you, that dream is coming true!”

Amid the booming voice that rattled his head, Amon silently prepared his throwing technique.

Then he threw.

Amon’s movements were immediately converted into a model through the trackers, and experts analyzed the principles.

The results came quickly.

“Results are in. Position the wrist this way and…”

Soon, a warrior who had the model injected into his brain immediately reproduced Amon’s throwing technique.

It felt like they were stealing years of effort in an instant.

But Amon didn’t mind much.

That was because…

“How did you make it curve in mid-air?”

They could only throw in straight lines, and even then, somewhat slowly.

In short, it was a degraded version of Amon’s technique.

Far from negating Amon’s efforts, this only affirmed them more.

It meant that no matter how advanced science became, it couldn’t capture everything about him.

Afterward, Amon threw a few more swords before ending the recording.

“I’ll finish the rest… after my other work is done.”

Naturally, a martial art couldn’t be created in just one day.

What they did today was merely the basics of basics, the theory of throwing techniques.

While Amon would have liked to complete his swordsmanship fully, he still had his purpose for coming to Joseon.

The Hunt Legion.

With about two days left until then, he needed to manage his condition.

Therefore, today he would only organize the basics of throwing techniques, planning to complete the rest after the Legion ended.

‘In the meantime, the company will analyze the throwing techniques in various ways.’

Amon returned to his companions with satisfaction.

And when he arrived, he couldn’t help but be surprised once again.

‘Hey, what’s with those honey-dripping eyes?’

The hacker triplets in Amon’s group.

The prince’s eyes on Levy, the younger sister, were concerning.

‘What? Is this his first time seeing a Westerner?’

That couldn’t be it, as the prince showed no interest in Sonia or Kathy.

It seemed Levy just happened to match his taste.

Moreover, Levy didn’t seem to dislike the attention either.

Amon observed their relationship with interest before turning away.

‘Hmm… I guess it doesn’t matter.’

He was briefly confused but realized there probably wasn’t an issue.

He’s just the youngest prince after all.

And not even the queen’s son, but a concubine’s son.

What does it matter who this person with the lowest succession rights dates?

Even if they somehow ended up getting married, it didn’t seem like it would be a problem.

It might become a minor issue, but not something that required his intervention.

‘Well, if it ever comes to that, I’ll help Levy deal with any makjang drama situations.’

If they faced opposition from in-laws like in a traditional Korean morning drama, Amon was willing to roll up his sleeves for Levy.

‘Love beautifully.’

Amon silently cheered for the prince as he quietly returned to his lovers.

Sonia and Kathy seemed to share Amon’s thoughts as they wrapped themselves around his arms with warm smiles.

Then Sonia whispered,

“Reminds you of the old days, doesn’t it?”

Amon nodded gently, recalling their orphanage days.

Kathy puffed her cheeks and leaned on his shoulder.

“Are you excluding me?”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s okay. In exchange, can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“How many children should we have?”

“…The kids look cute.”

Amon deliberately avoided answering.

*

Two days passed.

Finally, the day arrived.

The day when all sorts of ghosts would pour out, form an army, and march.

Exorcist priests, exorcists, shamans, and holy knights from around the world gathered at Mount Geumgang.

Expecting a scene straight out of Halloween, Amon’s group also headed to Gangwon Province.

“Why Mount Geumgang of all places, Father?”

“Don’t ask me, ask the ghosts.”

“I’d rather just make a confession of faith and blast them all away.”

“You know we can’t do that, right?”

“I know.”

No matter how abundant Amon’s divine power was, it wouldn’t be wise to pour out his abilities in an unpredictable situation.

Of course, there was another reason.

“The harder you work, the more work you get. If you show off unnecessarily, you might end up with additional duties.”

“…Is that something an exorcist priest should say?”

“That’s just how the world works. If things can be resolved by taking it easy, that’s the path to happiness for everyone.”

“Ah, yes.”

Taking note of the worldly-wise Squinty-eyed Priest’s advice, Amon prepared to defend their assigned area.

Amon checked his swords,

Sonia inspected the blessed ammunition,

Kathy examined the spear she had stol—borrowed from the Vatican,

and the Squinty-eyed Priest prepared salt, holy water, and talismans.

Ju Sunhwa, the only one who didn’t know how to deal with ghosts, stood blankly, repeatedly polishing his sword without purpose.

As everyone prepared for the Legion, Amon spotted a familiar face.

Boys he didn’t want to meet, who shouldn’t be here.

“Sigh… Ms. Sunhwa.”

Amon tapped the shoulder of Sunhwa, who was meaninglessly oiling her sword.

In the direction he pointed, Sunwoo was with assassins from the Sword Circle, wearing a black hat pulled low.

Sunhwa stood up immediately upon seeing her brother.

She looked ready to rush to her brother, but Amon stopped her.

“Ms. Sunhwa. Please calm down and look to the side.”

Only then did Sunhwa regain her composure and pay attention to the person with Sunwoo.

When she too discovered the ‘boy,’ her eyes widened.

“Why is Prince Ihyeon here…?”

Amon also wanted to ask the same question.

It was strange enough that the Sword Circle was called to a ghost-hunting site, but it was even more puzzling that the youngest prince was brought here.

It was also questionable that the Sword Circle was guarding him—everything was full of questions.

At that moment, the Squinty-eyed Priest urgently called for Amon.

“Amon! What have you done again!”

“I’m innocent.”

“What?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I really am innocent.”

It was true.

Amon had absolutely no responsibility for this matter.

‘Surely the prince didn’t come here to impress Levy, did he?’

If the youngest prince was that shallow, the future of Joseon’s royal family could be considered doomed.

But what the Squinty-eyed Priest wanted to say was completely different.

“Judging by your reaction, you really don’t know. Try not to be shocked when you hear this.”

“My heart has already been shocked enough.”

“Apparently, the defense line this time… will be commanded by the Crown Prince.”

“Hmm.”

Something, something was definitely happening.