If he thought of that brat as his son, he also wanted to twist his neck. Hyeol Jung-hyeok was struggling with his impulses and restraint when one of the shamans maintaining the altar took Damok Su away.

“Come this way. We need to engrave a spell on your back.”

“Well, then, I’ll be back.”

Hyeol Jung-hyeok looked at Damok Su’s back as he followed the shaman nonchalantly.

The spell is engraved by piercing with a needle and injecting a potion. The spell to be engraved must be as large as the scale of the target to be summoned.

Hyeol Jung-hyeok sneered.

“I wonder if that idiot can endure the pain of having the spell engraved.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Who knows, maybe ambition can make him endure that pain. He was such a guy with an astonishingly greedy heart.

While Hyeol Jung-hyeok was struggling between his impulses and restraint, his face suddenly stiffened.

‘That idiot told our little bun to come in as his daughter-in-law.’
And that’s as the wife of Danmok Chang, a half-crazy character.

‘Even if one can’t see, there’s some grease in the bowl.’

What kind of nonsense is he doing to our precious little bun? Hyeol Jung-hyeok’s face frighteningly hardened. The overwhelming aura, in a terrifying ripple, made the strict subordinate turn pale as he confronted Hyeol Jung-hyeok.

“Why, why are you doing this? Do you also dislike the plan? Is it not appropriate to use such an insignificant fellow?”

“No.”

The corner of Hyeol Jung-hyeok’s mouth lifted slightly.

“I just felt I couldn’t kill him comfortably.”

“Do you have any good ideas?”

The subordinate looked at Hyeol Jung-hyeok with a curious expression. Hyeol Jung-hyeok chuckled softly.

“It’s best not to betray expectations. The more you expect, the greater the sadness when betrayed.”

“Haha, I’m already looking forward to what kind of scheme it is.”

Damok Su’s plan was to use his son, Danmok Chang, to seal a divine being into his own body.

He intended to defeat Danmok-bi with that powerful force.

Whether he succeeded or not, Hyeol Jung-hyeok didn’t care.

‘I hope Yeon comes here quickly.’

Right by my side.

In any case, for that reason, we ended up going to Namgungsega. There were preparations for the parents’ funeral, and it was unexpected that they would ask me to come back home so soon after being kidnapped by the Blood Sect.

“It’s probably judged safer to stick with me.”

Je Gal-min said that. Even from my perspective, with Danmok-bi and Namgung-ryeo with me, it seemed that no one could easily harm me.

I received Namgung-ryeo’s forgiveness, and Je Gal-min spoke with a cheerful tone.

“It’s the first time I’ve been moving around so often in such a short period.”

It would be the same for anyone, but Je Gal-min especially concentrated on the business of the sect without accompanying his grandfather on outings. I smiled and replied.

“Your father rarely leaves the sect, after all.”

“Even if my skills are far from enough, how could I move around so freely?”

Je Gal-min’s characteristic way of speaking made Namgung-ryeo, who was walking some distance away, suddenly interrupt.

“Are your skills lacking? Je Gal So-ga hasn’t mastered swordsmanship yet, I suppose.”

“It’s not that…!”

At Namgung-ryeo’s straightforward words, Je Gal-min’s face seemed embarrassed. In response to the blunt comment from Namgung-ryeo, I quickly intervened, clasping my fists in Namgung-ryeo’s arm and smiling.

“He’s just being humble. Je Gal’s father is very skilled in swordsmanship.”

“Really? Why bother with such humility?”

“Maybe to avoid jealousy from others.”

Modesty isn’t just a social virtue. I smirked lightly, explaining with a carefree expression.

‘Probably because he grew up alone in the sacred mountain of Shinsan, he seems to lack common sense.’
Sending a young girl to Shinsan like that. I wanted to scold the person called father.

‘But he’s already dead.’

It wasn’t the time for him to die yet according to the original work. Did he perish while repeating such wicked deeds? While I was lost in such thoughts for a moment, Namgung Ryeo casually uttered harsh words again.

“I prefer people who just pretend to be good. People with long tongues are all frauds.”

“Frauds…”

When I look closely, she really doesn’t know, it’s not because she’s ignorant! She intentionally throws such remarks to hurt Jegal Min’s feelings!

Jegal Min, looking greatly shocked, murmured that he was a fraud. It was when I was about to comfort Jegal Min, who seemed confused.

“…It’s the first time a woman has called me that way.”

Oh, she keeps provoking in a strange way.

Surprised by Jegal Min’s murmur, I grabbed Namgung Ryeo’s hem and whispered softly.

“Ryeo, are you interested in my brother?”

“Hmm.”

“Huh? Really?”

I thought she would deny it, but she nodded so readily that it was embarrassing. Blinking my eyes, unsure of what to do, Namgung Ryeo added.

“Someday, I hope he gets a good beating from the other side for his complete mistake.”

“…That’s not interest; that’s resentment.”

What kind of interest is hitting someone? She just wants to see a clean face get hit.

Having such thoughts, I advised Namgung Ryeo with a stern tone.

“If it’s not to attract attention, it’s better to refrain from begging harshly now. Every time you say something, my brother loses his composure.”

“Huh? Why? Isn’t it better for him to regain his composure by being harsh?”

“That may be typical, but…”

I didn’t know that. I pleaded with a severe tone to Namgung Ryeo.

“If it’s not to attract attention, it’s better to refrain from begging harshly now. Every time you say something, my brother loses his composure.”

“Huh? Why? Isn’t it better for him to regain his composure by being harsh?”

“That may be typical, but…”

I didn’t know that. Jegal Min, who overheard our conversation, asked lightly with a furrowed brow.

“But how did you two become so close?”