episode_0103

The next day.

Today I decided to play with Soo.

Because today is the day when the preliminaries end and the main promotion matches begin. Cheonma is busy on this day.

Of course, everyone else is busy too.

First, Gapjae and Byeongil participate. Gapjae is burning with passion to move up, and Byeongil is burning with passion to keep his position.

Jo Jung-woo only attended as an escort to the head of the Cheongung Party, and Wolje-dang originally did not appear in this match.

Are you dissatisfied?

There is no one in the Cheonmasingyo who is dissatisfied with the Woljedang. If you are the head of the family, you have no business at the Woljedang, which is the lowest position, and if you are below that, you disappear.

So, it was processed into a sacrificial offering to be used in the blood stasis esoteric religion, and taken to the point where it meets the sect and splashed.

It was being run in such a shady way.

I think maybe I should learn this method too.

A suitable pseudo-religion that can provide warmth.

Let me think about it slowly, and since no one is coming this afternoon, I started doing some spring cleaning.

“I have to clean on my rare day off?”

“Yes. You should do it now. I’ll tell you one by one.”

I have a lot of memories of cleaning experts, including Joanna. I am very good at cleaning. Unlike food, cleaning is not a global affair.

So, instead of ordering her around, I taught her how to do things and worked hard to clean the small house with Soo.

If there’s a stain, how to remove it, or how to keep clothes and things like that for a long time.

Things like various necessary common sense things.

There’s a lot of information that you might need someday.

It’s good to learn as much as you can.

Because you’re not learning what you really need to learn.

How to talk to people.

How to distinguish between what to say and what not to say in a conversation.

How to get back up after being hurt.

How to heal someone’s wounds.

This is what we call sociality when integrated.

Unless you live in a slightly more developed society, you can’t go far alone.

I wish I could live long, if only to give myself warmth.

There’s a saying that goes, right?

Die young and become a hero, or live long and become a villain.

Cheonma, Nana, and the people of Cheonmasin Church are all lacking in learning normal social skills.

So I guess I’ll have to learn it later or let you know in advance.

With that in mind, I did a thorough cleaning of the house.

And that’s the end of it.

Under a sky dyed red, a man stands in front of a collapsed fence.

A guest has arrived.

A woman wearing the original clothing of the Cheonmasingyo.

It’s a wheat flour.

It’s a piece of clothing that Cheonma wore once before and put in a corner and never wore again. When I think about the way he handled it back then, I think he has some regrets.

Looking at the person in front of me, I think I have a rough idea.

It seems that Cheonma had some thoughts about Gumilmil.

“Welcome, Mr. Gumilmil.”

When I greeted him, he looked very surprised.

“You, are you the kid who was here at that time?”

I guess I finally remembered.

It’s changed so much that I didn’t even notice it.

“Who?”

Soo-oh jumped down from the roof. I sent him to clean up the roof, but I don’t know if he finished it.

“Did someone give you medicine to remove the bugs from So-oh’s body?”

“Ah! That guy from back then! Oh, wasn’t that grandma?”

Soo-oh looks at Gu-mil-mil in surprise. But, contrary to expectations, Soo-oh’s expression doesn’t show any expression of gratitude. It’s mostly interest.

As I pointed to the porch with my hand, Gumilmil walked in.

Gumilmil came home and tried to go into the room.

huh?

Oh, now that you mention it, that’s right. Normally, when guests come, they should go inside the room.

◦It’s better not to go inside %◦.”

“Is it because the house is old? I don’t care about that kind of thing, ugh!”

As soon as I open the door, I groan.

It’s so hot there.

It’s great in the winter, but it’s tough in the summer. I’m not saying this in vain, you’ll die of heatstroke if you stay in there.

With a dumbfounded expression, Gumilmil points around the room.

“Are you going to die from hunger?”

“There is a structural defect in that the kitchen is connected right next to the room, so it may be okay in the winter, but it is difficult in the summer.”

“You can’t get in at all.”

I pointed to the porch, and Gumilmil nodded and sat down.

“Oh, come get me some water.”

“First snow, there’s only one bowl in our house?”

Come to think of it, I didn’t use a separate cup.

It’s good that the water jar is placed near the stove, so it gradually gets hot with the residual heat, so there’s no need to boil it separately. And strangely enough, nothing sticks to the water.

If I just tinkered a little, I could probably make a steam engine, but the sight of the everlasting fire was too conspicuous…

I guess I should go.

I left Soo to sit down in my place and went into the kitchen.

Then I went out the back door and grabbed two rocks from the floor and twisted them.

Cup complete.

There’s a crack in the air that you have to look closely to see. I guess I’ll have to ask Cheonma for some dishes.

As I thought about that, I opened the lid of a moderately hot jar and scooped up two cups of the clear water inside. Then I took them and went straight back to where Gumilmil and Soo were.

Some people remember that here you have to take it on a tray, but we don’t live well enough to care about that.

At first glance, it’s not a place where you can expect much from a poor neighborhood.

So as I go out to get the water, I see Gumilmil and Soo-oh talking in front of me.

The conversation now involves asking if she’s feeling okay. So-oh answers awkwardly and formally.

The only good thing is that So-oh learned from Cheon-ma how to treat adults.

So I’m trying to talk carefully so that it doesn’t feel awkward. I’m glad that I’ve acquired a minimum level of social skills.

“Sleep.”

“Thank you. But you two. Why are you two here alone? If you can, wouldn’t it be better to go to the village?”

It may seem like a simple question, but if you look at Gumilmil’s expression, you can see that she is watching me and Soo-oh very carefully as she asks.

If someone shows negative reactions, are you considerate enough to brush them off with a nonsensical comment?

“No. I can’t go and eat bugs again.”

“Ah. Yeah. That’s right.”

The Cheonmasingyo basically live with insects parasitizing their bodies. It is a harsh place for Soo-oh, who has an aversion to insects themselves, to live.

“It would be better to live somewhere else… … , it’s hard to live there.”

Gumilmil’s gaze slowly fell on Soo-oh’s hair. That’s right. The harvest season is now the evil head of the martial arts world.

In a place full of monks, Omyeongseong chased him out as soon as the harvest season was fully ripe, and it is likely that they have the ability to distinguish the harvest season.

When I go out, I’ll make that my goal.

Anyway, let’s focus on Gumilmil again.

“You came to hear about the mutation of Omyeongseong?”

“Yeah, that’s right. You said you knew about that condition. Does that mean you know about that reverse magic?”

Yeah. Come to think of it, I used those proper nouns here and there in places where there were monks.

“What is the reverse magic?”

“Don’t you know? It’s a power that only the Heavenly Demon can use. It’s a particularly evil magic that even my father couldn’t figure out its true identity.”

Guseong Yong didn’t tell Gumilmil about the traces Eunjae left behind.

So you don’t know exactly, but I have such an ominous name.

That’s pretty accurate.

Okay, let me explain the reasons one by one.

“First of all, the reason why the reputation changed is because the absorption method was used.”

At that moment, a sword stretched out from Gumilmil’s hand.

No, it stopped coming out.

“What are you?”

Because Soo’s hand stopped right in front of Gumilmil’s carotid artery. Right before the killing blow.

I raised my hand and stopped them both.

“Okay, calm down. So-oh. Just learning the martial art of Absorption Technique will brand you a public enemy in the martial arts world. It’s natural for Gumilmil to react sensitively.”

Soo frowned, but when I waved my hand, he pouted and moved his hand away from Gumilmil’s neck. Then, he pulled out his sword from a distance.

“You’ve become a great master in just one year.”

Gumilmil slowly put his sword away while looking at Soo with a surprised expression. Just last year. He must have looked inside Soo while erasing the bugs here, so he knew right away.

“Because you have a good teacher.”

I deliberately suppressed the answer, “Cheonma.” Instead, I changed the subject to something else.

“Oh Myung-seong stole it from someone who uses what you call the Reverse Heavenly Magic. So if that’s why he mutated, would that make sense?”

At my words, Gumilmil frowned and said no.

okay.

Well then, it’s time to know the truth.

“I give myself to people. Those who receive me heal all their wounds, become smarter, stronger, and their hair turns purple.”

Gumilmil looks at me with an expression that doesn’t understand what I’m saying.

And only after a long time did he finally understand what I said.

“You, the reverse heavenly demon?”

Gumilmil understood.

“Are you going to call me that?”

So I answered back like this.

A magician who rebels against heaven.

You could see it that way. I tried to explain the contract to Gumilmil, but Soo-oh interrupted me before I could.

“That’s not what the first snow is like!”

Soo-oh shouted loudly.

Soo comes up to me and hugs me from behind, pointing the blunt blade of the knife at Gumilmil.

“They are my benefactors and my family. Don’t call them that.”

At some point, even Soo’s polite speech disappeared.

An unseasonably cool breeze blew by, and Gumilmil assumed the posture used when greeting people in this world.

“I apologize. Soo-oh, So-joo.”

Then Soo quietly glared at Gumilmil and put the knife away. Then he sighed softly and pointed at me with his hand.

“Do it to Chosul, not me.”

We’ve gone back to using formal language again. Well, Gumilmil is an adult in many ways. She’s a couple years older than me.

“I’m sorry. Miss Cho-seol. Can I call you that?”

I nodded.

“Yes. I don’t care what other people call me. Anyway, back to the topic. Mr. Gumilmil. I’ll tell you what you want to know. ”

And I went back to the story of Omyeongseong.

I hope that this story will greatly shake up the Cheonmasin Church.