By Zephyria Il-gwang’s Conspiracy (5)
Black Ma Jo staggered somewhere and took out a small box placed in a corner of the messy room. Black Ma Jo dusted off the box covered with dust and carefully opened it.
What she took out of the box was…
“Eek!”
It was a bluish-tinged penis devoid of blood…
“Wi-riiiiim!”
Black Ma Jo caressed it with her fingertips as if it were her beloved concubine. Seong Mu-yeon felt so disgusted that his stomach churned.
Taking advantage of Black Ma Jo’s distraction, it seemed best to get out of here first. He left the wailing Black Ma Jo behind and slowly backed away towards the door.
“Young master!”
“Eek!”
Black Ma Jo rushed over and threw herself into Seong Mu-yeon’s arms. Seong Mu-yeon couldn’t withstand the force and fell backward. A soft body pressed down on him.
“Young master, shouldn’t you comfort a woman when she’s crying? You’re being too harsh. Or… are you really impotent?”
“N-no, I’m…”
At that moment, the door burst open with a bang.
“…What?”
Black Ma Jo mumbled sullenly in a nasal voice.
Il-gwang and Baek Ryeo-il rushed into the room and were shocked by the chaotic interior. There was no doubt that a battle had taken place. And in the middle of the room…
They saw Black Ma Jo, almost naked, and Seong Mu-yeon pinned beneath her. It was clearly a scene of attempted rape. She even looked like she had been thoroughly violated.
“Seong Mu-yeon!”
“Young master!”
“Master…”
As the saviors arrived, Seong Mu-yeon felt something hot surge up from deep within his throat. His voice trembled involuntarily, filled with tears.
Flames flickered in Baek Ryeo-il’s eyes.
“Get out of the way!”
Baek Ryeo-il rushed forward like an arrow, pushed Black Ma Jo aside, and pulled Seong Mu-yeon out.
While Baek Ryeo-il checked on Seong Mu-yeon, Il-gwang blocked them with his body.
“Leave the young master alone, Black Ma Jo! I killed Wi-rim!”
Il-gwang shouted. Seong Mu-yeon, who had taken Baek Ryeo-il’s coat and put it on, was taken aback by those words.
‘How did Il-gwang know that?’
Seeing that Baek Ryeo-il wasn’t showing any agitation, he seemed to know as well. There are no secrets in this world. Seong Mu-yeon clicked his tongue.
“It was you…? You killed my Wi-rim…? Huh?”
Black Ma Jo, who was about to explode with anger, suddenly lost her momentum and tilted her head.
“That’s strange. There’s no way our Rim-rim would be defeated by someone like you. Lies!”
Il-gwang looked back at Seong Mu-yeon, seemingly embarrassed.
“…She’s not buying it.”
“If it’s not him or him, then it must be you! Heartless Sword Baek Ryeo-il!”
Seong Mu-yeon clamped his mouth shut as if it were glued together and said nothing. He had been denying that he was the one who killed him until now, so it was awkward to admit it now.
…
That’s right! He wanted to let Baek Ryeo-il take the blame.
He’s strong and sturdy, so he’ll figure something out!
The next moment, Baek Ryeo-il pushed Seong Mu-yeon away. As he fell with Il-gwang and raised his head, he saw the deeply gouged floorboards. It was where Baek Ryeo-il had been standing.
“Where are you hitting? I’m over here.”
Baek Ryeo-il, already stuck to the opposite wall like a spider, taunted Black Ma Jo with a sneer.
“Dirty orthodox sect bastard… I should have cut your throat from the beginning! Die!”
“Hmph.”
Baek Ryeo-il and Black Ma Jo began to fight.
Seong Mu-yeon, who had suddenly become a useless sack of potatoes, blankly watched the fight.
‘Why is Master…’
Even if it was him, Baek Ryeo-il didn’t deny or refute it even while receiving Black Ma Jo’s attacks.
No, it was supposed to be a secret, but why does everyone seem to know?!
As the battle began, the maids and servants also took out weapons from somewhere. They didn’t even glance at Seong Mu-yeon and Il-gwang, and rushed at Baek Ryeo-il alone.
“We need to get out of here first!”
Thanks to Il-gwang grabbing Seong Mu-yeon’s hand and leading him, he startled and came to his senses.
He found a long whip rolling around in the chaos. It was the weapon Wi-rim used. It seemed that Black Ma Jo had brought it as a memento along with his body part. Without hesitation, Seong Mu-yeon threw himself and picked up the whip.
“Why are you picking up something like that! Throw it away!”
“Believe it or not, this is the Divine Whip!”
For what it’s worth, Wi-rim used a pretty good weapon. It’s a bit unsettling to think about the original owner, but there was someone else to give this to.
“Okay? Let’s go now. Heartless Sword will get out on his own.”
Seong Mu-yeon shook his head.
No.
Baek Ryeo-il can’t get out of here safely on his own.
He was strong, but Black Ma Jo’s subordinates were also extraordinary, and he would have to pay a great price to break through all the enemies.
The battlefield was a place where you could die from a momentary mistake.
Moreover, Baek Ryeo-il was outnumbered.
As evidence of this, he seemed to have no time to talk anymore and was only focused on fighting with his mouth tightly shut.
Kwa-kwang-!
Black Ma Jo’s fingernails were embedded in a pillar. It was just a slender fingernail, but the thick pillar that three people had to embrace crumbled. One of the fragments grazed Baek Ryeo-il’s cheek.
It was a small wound, so it shouldn’t have been a big deal. However, Seong Mu-yeon’s heart dropped. Baek Ryeo-il couldn’t even unleash his protective energy right now. It was proof that his concentration was terribly scattered.
During the short time Seong Mu-yeon hesitated, he continued to get injured.
“Young master!”
Il-gwang urged him again.
Finally, Seong Mu-yeon, having made up his mind, took a deep breath.
“Everyone, stooooop!”
Seong Mu-yeon’s shout echoed through the space.
The people who were entangled in the fight stopped moving.
“Black Ma Jo! You’ve chosen the wrong opponent. That person didn’t kill Wi-rim.”
“…What are you talking about?”
Black Ma Jo’s hair was disheveled and poured down in front of her face.
“It’s me.”
“Pardon?”
“I killed him.”
Black Ma Jo seemed stunned for a moment, but soon burst into laughter.
“Ahahaha! Don’t lie! How could the young master, who doesn’t even have the strength to twist a chicken’s neck, kill him? Ahahahaha! Oh my god, this is the funniest joke I’ve ever heard.”
Seeing her holding her stomach and laughing with tears in her eyes, Seong Mu-yeon felt strangely twisted inside.
Kwa-kwang-!
With a roar, Black Ma Jo’s laughter stopped abruptly. She rolled her eyes to the side. The floor near her feet was deeply and long gouged.
A drop of cold sweat ran down her cheek. If it had been even an inch closer, she would have already…
Seong Mu-yeon withdrew the whip he had wielded.
“Got it? I’m the one who killed him. So leave Master Baek alone.”
“…”
Black Ma Jo and her subordinates were all stunned. Baek Ryeo-il, who was being attacked in the middle of them, took advantage of the gap and threw himself.
“Let’s go!”
The three of them started running. The enemies hadn’t recovered from the shock yet, so there was no sign of them chasing after them.
As they began to cross the long bridge they had come through at first, Il-gwang asked.
“Young master! Did you really kill him?”
“Yes!”
“…”
Il-gwang’s face turned pale at Seong Mu-yeon’s answer, but there was no time to pay attention to that.
Seong Mu-yeon quickly ran across the bridge. At first, he was scared and hesitated, but now he was so desperate that he didn’t even think about being scared.
“Young master! Wi-rim’s enemy!”
“Eek!”
A chilling voice was heard from behind. Black Ma Jo, who had belatedly come to her senses, was approaching at a terrifying speed.
“That tenacious bastard!”
As Baek Ryeo-il turned around, drawing his weapon, Il-gwang increased his speed and started running with Seong Mu-yeon in his arms.
“I can’t forgive you, even if you’re the young master!”
Il-gwang ran without looking back. They soon reached the other side of the bridge. The opposite side, seen from across the cliff, was shrouded in mist, and nothing could be seen.
Seong Mu-yeon anxiously tapped his feet.
After a while, a black figure burst out of the clouds.
“Master Baek!”
Confirming him, Seong Mu-yeon quickly swung his whip and cut the bridge.
“Think I’ll let you get away!”
Following closely behind, Black Ma Jo leaped forward, scattering eerie Demonic Energy. For a master of her caliber, this bridge was as good as nonexistent. Black Ma Jo was close enough to grab Baek Ryeo-il’s hair at any moment.
“Tch!”
Baek Ryeo-il twisted his body in mid-air and threw something he was holding with all his might. It flew powerfully and hit Black Ma Jo’s forehead head-on. Black Ma Jo, who was consumed by anger and careless, had failed to avoid it.
“Squawk.”
Baek Ryeo-il landed lightly on the other side, and Black Ma Jo fell off the cliff with a shriek.
Seong Mu-yeon tilted his ear towards the cliff. There wasn’t even a sound of her hitting the ground.
“…Is she dead?”
“Someone like her won’t die just from falling off this cliff. She’ll crawl back up in less than an hour. Let’s get out of here quickly in the meantime.”
Baek Ryeo-il naturally picked up Seong Mu-yeon.
They quickly crossed the forest.
Seong Mu-yeon, who was thinking about something, hit his forehead. He realized what Baek Ryeo-il had thrown at Black Ma Jo’s forehead.
“Was that it? Di…”
“Ugh.”
Baek Ryeo-il frantically wiped his hands on his waist as if the sensation had come back to him.
Anyway.
“Haha, I’m alive…”
Baek Ryeo-il also had blood splattered on his clothes here and there, but he didn’t seem to be seriously injured.
“So, what about Poison Freak? What happened?”
“That’s…”
At Seong Mu-yeon’s question, Il-gwang trailed off with an embarrassed look.
“He escaped.”
“How could you!”
Seong Mu-yeon was shocked. He waved his arms and legs, stopping Baek Ryeo-il.
“No, how did you miss Poison Freak! How could you miss this great opportunity!”
He felt like he was going to die of frustration. What was it about putting the two of them together that made it so that nothing ever worked out? Not a single thing!
“Ask him.”
Baek Ryeo-il stood crookedly, crossed his arms, and glared at Il-gwang.
“…Il-gwang? What did you do?”
Il-gwang slyly avoided his gaze.