Episode 6. Face to face with the cult leader (1)
When a person faces an unexpected situation, his or her thinking becomes momentarily paralyzed.
It was no different from Hong Yeo-rin. I somehow managed to get over the insult after insult, but I never imagined that I would face such a harsh attack.
She opened her eyes wide and looked at her Heavenly Qin.
It's a calm expression. Her eyes were focused on herself, but there was a sense of determination, as if she was looking at something beyond them.
'Well, really?'
At that time, the guard captain bowed his head.
"I will send a message to the Demon God Palace. However, I wonder how long it will take for permission to enter the palace to be issued... … ."
"It doesn't matter."
"All right. "I will prepare a carriage as soon as permission is given."
The captain of the guard, who showed great courtesy, retreated at a brisk pace.
Hong Yeo-rin stopped breathing without realizing it.
'I'm serious!'
In fact, she doesn't even need to ask.
This is because there is no one who has gone to the Demon Shrine to the extent of falsely requesting entry into the palace.
The Demon God's Palace is a sanctuary that is never touched despite all kinds of dirty political strife among the school's leaders.
Demon Palace.
It is the residence of the religious leader, the incarnation of Pasun, the Heavenly Demon who rules the world of desire, and is a huge temple that is considered sacred in itself.
This crazy guy is really planning to go to the Demon God Palace, or Gyojujeon, with that memorandum.
"Three Confucius!"
Cheon Ha-jin sat down on the bed without answering and crossed his arms. It wasn't her interest to begin with, but she really didn't care anymore.
Hong Yeo-rin fidgeted with her pale face.
Although she was the one who turned the one-on-one fight into a local war, it was the Three Dukes who turned it into an all-out war.
And she didn't have the confidence to handle this all-out war.
"… … Are you saying we want to die together now?"
Cheon Ha-jin chuckled.
"I don't do business unless it's profitable."
"I beg your pardon?"
"If I die with you, I'll be the only one affected, so why die together? Do you think your neck is worth it?"
Hong Yeo-rin's face became distorted.
"What are you trying to hear from the leader?"
"Is there a problem?"
"If the cult leader finds out that you made a deal with me, you won't be safe either!"
"whatever?"
"what?!"
"Tsk tsk."
Cheon Ha-jin flicked his index finger left and right.
"I don't want you to babble any more, so I'll just tell you. You're right. If I knew that this Sadal was born, I would wake up too.
"He's a guy who lost his martial arts skills anyway, so they might kick him out."
"… … ."
"It's me, but what about you?"
Hong Yeo-rin's eyes shook violently.
"Everyone in the world knows that your family is great, but that also has its place. If I'm too harsh, I'll be expelled, but if you're harsh, you'll be imprisoned.
"It's natural that the enemy's family will be ruined for mistaking her daughter."
Do not be ridiculous!
Hong Yeo-rin wanted to say that. But deep down, she was already acknowledging that what the other person said was right.
Her arms are bent inwards.
If her words and actions today become known, Samgongja will also be treated as an ugly person, but she will be buried in the Demonic Murim.
And in the worst case, the enemy will also fall outside the cult leader's eyes.
'What on earth?!'
She couldn't understand. The Three Dukes she knew were never the type of person to shake hands in such a reckless manner.
That's why she too was able to come out strong.
That's why she was sure that the Three Dukes would not shake hands.
"you… … "You don't want to win the presidency?"
His ambition is comparable to his own.
He was a man who would do anything to become the next successor.
That's why he was confident that he would never do something that would destroy his own reputation and crush his opponent.
However, Cheon Ha-jin's answer was spectacular.
"uh."
"W-what?!"
Even if you add up all the shocks you received earlier, you won't be more embarrassed than you are now.
"I don't know how you saw me, but that was a long time ago. "I'm not interested in the presidency right now."
"why?!"
"You're such a stupid bitch. Will you be the successor? "With this body?"
She laughed as if Cheon Ha-jin was having fun.
"Aren't you here because you know that too?"
"… … !"
"Why were I so sure that my desires would remain the same when I knew there was no hope?"
At that moment, Hong Yeo-rin felt like she had been punched in the back of the head.
Yes. She no longer thought of her Samgongja as a red horse that she could ride.
Although she was a sick horse, she was once a famous horse who covered a thousand miles in a day.
She should have thought about what the famous horse would do when she was cornered.
The confidence that she already holds the reins, the confidence that she is superior to her opponents.
Crucially, her vague confidence that she would never be harmed was what drove her to her corner.
"I don't want to see you, so please leave."
Cheon Ha-jin even closed her eyes. By controlling her mind, she regained her composure.
On the other hand, Hong Yeo-rin could not relax at all.
As time passed, her heart pounded violently due to her anxiety. Her forehead was soaked with cold sweat, and her complexion became noticeably pale.
'no! 'This is not how things should go!'
The other person was sincere, and he had no choice but to be sincere. The guard commander had already gone to the Demon God Palace to put in a flue.
She was shaking her head like crazy. She thought over and over again to make the best of this situation.
But she couldn't come up with an answer.
'What do we do? how… … ?'
At that time, Cheon Ha-jin opened her eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"… … ."
"Should I call the guards and kick them out? "Get out, quickly."
Hong Yeo-rin bit her lip.
No answer?
no. there is. However, the information written on her answer sheet was extremely shameful and humiliating.
If she were dead, she would be dead. That's an answer I never want to choose.
"I… … "What should I do?"
Cheon Ha-jin frowned.
"What do you mean?"
Hong Yeo-rin bit her lip. Her blood flowed from her bitten lip, but she didn't even notice it.
"How can I avoid telling that to the religious leader?"
"When I told him to get out, he said this was crazy and fell asleep. "Take those idiots and disappear quickly, you bitch."
Her explicit swear words inevitably make her fists clench. But she couldn't say she would raise the amount like before.
A reversal of fortunes.
She, who had pressured her three princes with her deal, now finds herself in a situation where she has to make her deal go astray.
What should we do to make all the secret transactions that have happened so far nothing happen?
Rustling.
Hong Yeo-rin took out her contract.
Two contracts. It was an authentic copy with each other's handwriting stamped on it.
Her eyes were bloodshot as she looked down at the contract.
Where before she had seemed like her best hand to pressure her opponent, she now seemed to have her sword ready to slash at his own throat.
Yikes!
Cheon Ha-jin's eyes lit up.
Hong Yeo-rin tore the contract in half, and then in half again. She then held it to the candle next to her.
Grumbling.
Two contracts burning in flames.
It was the moment when the huge sum of 12,000 nyang was completely reduced to ashes.
Hong Yeo-rin said.
"You have the memorandum, but since the contract has disappeared, there is no physical evidence."
Her slightly trembling voice contained a deep sense of defeat and a hint of relief.
Cheon Ha-jin tilted her head.
"Yes, but does that have any meaning?"
"… … ?"
"Aren't you looking at the most powerful person in Demonic Murim too easily?
"Is the leader of the Great Heavenly Demon Church the kind of person who deals with people by considering whether there is physical evidence or not?"
"… … !"
"If you point out that he is a sinner, you become a sinner regardless of whether there is physical evidence or not."
Burr.
Hong Yeo-rin's hands trembled.
Cheon Ha-jin laughed.
"What is important is not a contract or a memorandum, but what I say to the religious leader.
"Just like you tried to stir up public opinion with false rumors."
"… … ."
"You can do it, but why do you think I can't? "Do you really have an easy life in this world?"
Cheonha Jin waved his hand.
"It's too bothersome to say more. Go, man."
"I am… … ."
"For some reason, this guy never listens to anything at once. Shut up! "I have nothing to say."
Hong Yeo-rin's expression was now so messed up that it was pitiful to see.
Now that she's like this, she has no choice but to make a final move.
It was more humiliating than throwing the card in her hand and smashing it.
Hidden in the back of her mind, but unconsciously ignored and excluded, was the real answer to solving this situation.
That was surrender.
'Give in? 'Bow your head?'
Do you really have to lower your head because you're scared of this guy's snout? This me?
'never!'
That can never happen. It was a matter of pride for one person, Hong Yeo-rin.
but… … If you don't keep your head down, your future life will be a mess. Furthermore, it was clear that it would tarnish the family's reputation.
This is the first limit that Hong Yeo-rin, who had always enjoyed the fruits of success with the help of her family, faced.
The wall called Limit was much higher, wider, and stronger than she had vaguely imagined.
'profit!'
Should we really give in? Is it really necessary for her to get down on her knees because of this ridiculous situation?
Cheon Ha-jin shouted while looking at the cherry blossoms.
"Hey, it's annoying. Cherry blossoms! Call the bodyguards! These things just have to be dragged out... … ."
"… … do."
"huh?"
Slurp.
Yeo-rin Hong knelt down on her knees and bowed her head.
A trembling body. But the trembling was not due to fear.
"The girl… … ."
She closed her eyes tightly.
Transparent tears filled with arrogant emotions fell.
"The girl dared to be rude to an honorable person of Protestantism. I pray and earnestly ask you to show her mercy."
Her worldly jin looked down at her with her cold gaze.
The tremors in Hong Yeo-rin's body became more and more severe. She could see how much she disassembled this situation now.
"… … ."
There was a thick silence.
In the long silence, only Hong Yeo-rin's heavy breathing could be heard.
How long has it been?
Grumble!
The sound of something burning was heard.
"This is the end of the debt relationship between us."
"… … ."
"get out."
Hong Yeo-rin stood up without answering. Her expression was not visible because she had her head down.
Just like that, Hong Yeo-rin and her two accompanying warriors disappeared.
"Whoa! "It's a really musty neighborhood."
As for the deal with Hong Yeo-rin, I felt like it was okay to tell the cult leader or not. But if you really think about it, it's safer not to do it.
Cheon Ha-jin's expression became serious.
"Now all I have to do is wait."
Anyway, Hong Yeo-rin is just a flying insect, not worth her attention. What was important to him now was the conversation with her religious leader.
What if he doesn't meet me?
Then there is nothing we can do. After completely overhauling her body, she has no choice but to think again about how to escape to her suburban neighborhood.
But what if the religious leader meets you?
What if a cruel master who had not called him for three months allowed his disciple to enter the palace when he woke up from a spell?
'I guess I should go with the regular method.'
Half a day since then.
The guard captain's voice was heard outside the door.
"Prince, I have received a call from the Demon God Palace."
"What happened?"
"The permit order has been issued. "The carriage has been prepared, so get ready to enter the palace."
Cheon Ha-jin slowly woke up.
A subtle tension was visible on his smiling face.
"Let's go."
Before he knew it, the matter with Hong Yeo-rin had disappeared from his mind.