When I think of gray hair, I usually think of Namgung Se’s unique hair.
Blue-white hair with a hint of blue.
It was a representative part of the change resulting from the influence of the deep mind.
‘It’s pure white.’
But, the person in front of me had hair that was even whiter than his.
It is not a white color that changes with age.
The man’s age appeared to be somewhere between 20 and 40.
There was more to that white hair than that.
A white eye that resembles him turns towards me.
‘what.’
It’s clear that the gaze is looking at me.
I have a vague sense that I’m making eye contact with him.
How should I describe this feeling?
It’s clearly in front.
A sense of not being recognized well.
The feeling is different from the sensation felt because the difference in realm is extreme.
Should we say that this is the height of incongruity?
As the incomprehensible dullness inside gradually rose to the tip of my throat.
Swish.
The man must have noticed my gaze as well, because he suddenly took out an unknown object from his pocket and placed it over my face.
I did something and it was a mask.
It’s a mask you can see anywhere.
One thing that is a bit unusual is that it is not a complete mask, but only half a mask.
I wondered why he was suddenly wearing something like that, but as soon as the man put on the half-mask, I could see why.
Swish… .
“…!”
When you put on a mask, changes appear.
The moment the man put on the mask, his white hair, which had seemed to glow, began to turn black.
Change happens in an instant.
In a matter of seconds, no matter what.
That wasn’t the only change.
‘… is visible.’
The blurriness that left only the hair and eyes visible disappears.
It means that ‘recognition’ has begun.
The man’s eyes, nose, and overall facial features are barely visible.
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what?
Is that the power of the mask?
‘A ghost…?’
Anything that could show such a situation was a rare commodity no matter how you looked at it.
Besides, somewhere.
‘You look familiar.’
Where have you seen it?
Where have I seen that half-mask? Just looking at it makes me feel uncomfortable.
Where have I felt that before?
‘ah…!’
I remembered. Where did I see that half-mask?
That’s it.
‘That’s what Jegal Hyuk used.’
Cheon Yu-rang-ah, Jegal Hyuk, known as the brain of the Demonic Cult.
The mask he wore to hide the burns on my face looked just like mine.
‘…Why is that guy holding that?’
It’s most likely not the same thing though.
For some reason, I couldn’t help but think that the half-mask was the same one that Jegal Hyuk used to carry around.
Did that mask have that kind of effect…?
“Hey kid.”
While I was staring intently at that man’s appearance.
The man opens his mouth to me.
“Do you plan on continuing to watch?”
“… I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay. I’m just not used to having someone staring at me.”
The man said this and brought the glass of water in his hand to his mouth.
A glass of water.
Was the man holding a glass of water?
‘I didn’t even see that.’
If I hadn’t been wearing a mask, I wouldn’t have seen anything.
When I realized that, a chill ran down my spine.
That’s what it means for a person to not recognize others.
It means that there is a high chance of dying without anyone knowing.
“…”
When I reach the state of Hwagyeong, why should I feel this way?
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What the heck is this guy?
“What an interesting expression.”
“…!”
“It’s a good habit. Keep up the good work.”
“…”
He was caught weighing his opponents and sensing danger.
Even though he knew that, the man’s reaction was calm, as if the conversation had just ended.
“…Who are you?”
Who the hell is this guy?
This is the first time I’ve seen the face of a character who creates such tension.
Although I don’t know all the strong people known in the Central Plains.
I thought I knew everything to some extent.
I don’t know anything about this guy.
The man who heard my question slightly raised his head and looked at me.
I didn’t know when I was a white person.
I think I know better now that I have black eyes.
Dark eyes with no hint of light or dark.
In life and death, these people who do not exist anywhere had such eyes.
Most of them have such eyes because they have no regrets about life.
Or.
‘Because I killed so many people.’
Those who have killed countless lives have eyes like that.
That’s why I’m even more curious.
The identity of that man.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that question about my identity.”
“…Is that so?”
“Yeah, usually they’d all be dead before you asked me that.”
That’s really scary.
“Introduction… It’s been a long time since I introduced myself to someone.”
The man’s gaze is directed towards my eyes.
These are eyes that are hard to look at for a long time.
If I kept facing it, I felt like my insides were being dug out.
“however.”
at that time.
The man’s voice pierced my ears.
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It was different from before. The tone of voice and pitch were the same.
I feel something real. My mouth starts watering without me knowing it.
As if telling me to swallow it quickly.
“Kid, you seem to already know, so why do you want to hear it from my own mouth?”
“…”
The man’s words make her frown.
Yes, it’s exactly as the man said.
I already had an idea of his identity.
If you ask where I started guessing,
‘…from the moment I saw your eyes.’
From the moment I met the man’s eyes.
As the situation progressed, the pieces began to fit together little by little.
Those kinds of eyes and this kind of hazy presence are usually characteristics of dark guests.
I’ve met many dark men throughout my past life.
Everyone I met was burned to death by my hands.
That’s what it means to meet a dark intruder and survive.
Kill or something.
Die or die.
‘This guy.’
Dare I say, if I had ever encountered that masked man in a murderous sense.
I can’t win.
It is pride, arrogance, and the confidence felt from the will to survive.
‘How on earth did you do that?’
Can presence be so vague to that extent?
The difference in level that I felt from Cheonma, the gap that made it impossible to feel the presence that came from there.
What the man has is different.
It is hidden so that its existence cannot be felt.
It’s so delicate and detailed that you can’t even feel it, even though you’re talking to me right in front of you and looking into my eyes.
‘You can do that?’
I guess I can do it.
I can do that to a civilian who has no stake in anything.
One, I am a person who has reached the state of Hwagyeong.
It has passed the peak called the unmanned tomb.
It means that among the countless number of unmanned people in the Central Plains, the number of people counted is not more than a thousand.
Oh, now that I think about it, it feels a bit weird… .
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I feel like my ears are going to turn red.
anyway.
‘That’s the level of someone like me.’
Could that be possible? The Central Plains are too vast to think that way.
and.
There were certainly some ‘possible’ secret guests as well.
Isn’t it so well known?
Shedding the characteristics of a secret guest whose identity cannot be revealed despite how excellent he is.
There was one assassin known in the Central Plains.
No, not exactly one person, but it would be more correct to say a representative figure.
The most famous of the water fountains known in the Central Plains.
All-night vigil.
It is said to be a place where the best assassins in the Central Plains gather.
And the chief there dares to be called the king of assassins.
He was given the name King of the Night.
“…the dark king.”
I hope you like my answer.
The corners of the man’s mouth rise very slightly.
Why is the Night King, whose true identity no one knows?
Why am I here with Geom-hu?
******************
After the incident occurred, when the situation was barely under control.
“I don’t have enough…!”
The busiest department was, of course, the medical department.
“Oh my god… the bleeding won’t stop.”
“senior…!”
The smell of blood and screams are everywhere.
The lawmakers are moving their bodies in a hurry.
The number of sick people was too great.
Even.
“Where did the new employee who came in last time go…! I’m so busy!”
“… That guy died while guarding another officer during the day.”
“… What the heck… What kind of person are you!? We’re the ones who heal, not the ones who protect or ignore anyone, that’s what I said.”
“…”
He screams but his insides are rotting.
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“Senior… I think I need to bring more cloth.”
There is a growing shortage of things to wipe away blood.
In the meantime, several people have already lost their breath.
If I get to that level, no matter how many teachers come, they won’t be able to save me.
There is no hell.
The man who had been waving his hands ceaselessly bites his lip.
I ran away from the military service unit because I didn’t want to see this sight.
The once brilliant indexes die off as time goes by.
The congressman continues to move, hiding his trembling hands. The bleeding will not stop.
The sword is dark.
Since it is a wound cut open to kill, it cannot help but be deep.
The wound does not heal.
It seemed like more than ten people had died because they couldn’t find a way out.
“Bring me another knife. I’ll light it again before it goes out…”
A white hand extends as it passes by the member of parliament.
I touched the bloody body of the unmanned person without any concern.
The congressman bows his head as he watches.
“Who is it! What are you doing…!”
The congressman, who was about to shout, stopped talking for a moment.
Because I met blue eyes that seemed to contain the sky.
What you feel faintly is the cold.
She was a woman who looked so cold that the coldness didn’t feel strange.
This is a person that even the congressman knows.
He is a blood relative of the Murong family, one of the four great families.
The latter index occupies one of the six dragons and three peaks.
Seolbong (雪鳳) Mo Yong-hee, it was her.
Swish.
A cold air spreads from Mo Yong-hee’s outstretched hand.
It was definitely a bet mixed with that cold air. Thanks to that, the blood and screams that were pouring out gradually died down.
“…what….”
“what are you doing?”
As the congressman tries to express his doubts, Mo Yong-hee’s cold voice comes down.
“You have to do your job. Are you just going to watch?”
“…!”
The congressman, who came to his senses after hearing the words, moved his hands urgently.
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There was no time to worry.
Time goes by.
Mo Yong-hee blended in with them naturally as if she had always been like that.
He began to use his unique coldness and energy to help treat the sick.
As time passed, a situation finally came where I could catch my breath.
The congressman found her.
“… Thank you.”
Mo Yong-hee nodded slightly in response to the congressman’s gratitude.
The condition of both was not very good.
The clothes that looked expensive at first glance were all soaked in blood.
Her neatly combed hair was a mess, caked with blood.
The bloodstain on her pure white cheeks looked alluring at first glance… .
“Stop staring.”
The congressman had to turn his head at Mo Yong-hee’s words.
“sorry.”
“I have my own master, so it’s a bit uncomfortable to see you like that.”
“yes?”
The congressman asked, as if wondering what he was talking about.
Mo Yong-hee speaks in a calm voice.
“Everyone who usually looked at me like that fell in love with me.”
“…”
“I don’t really want to be bothered. Please be careful.”
It was a truly unlucky and arrogant thing to say.
Since the person who said those words was Seolbong, it was quite persuasive.
In fact, the congressman himself thought it was dangerous.
“Looking at this, it seems I’m not dead yet… ”
“yes…?”
“Why doesn’t it work on that person…?”
Anyway, I don’t like it.
Mo Yong-hee clearly whispered that.
A woman who knows that she is beautiful is attractive in and of herself.
In that respect, Mo Yong-hee was a woman with overwhelming charm.
Even in this situation, it’s amazing to see the congressman think that way.
‘Did you have a fiancé?’
I don’t know the details, but for a moment, I found myself feeling envious.
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Let’s put that aside for now.
“Thank you again for your help.”
The congressman expressed his gratitude to Mo Yong-hee.
It is unusual for a blood relative of a noble family to help someone in that state.
I heard that Seol Bong is a cold and calculating person, like most of the characters in the Murong family.
Is he actually a warm person?
“There’s no need to be thankful. It was a bit difficult to see the blood relatives of the merchants I had worked so hard to recruit die. I didn’t mind having them indebted to me like this.”
“…”
The congressman who heard this laughed bitterly.
“Even so, it helped me a lot.”
“That’s right. Thanks to that, my danjeon is completely empty.”
The cold mixed bet helped considerably in the treatment.
Even Mo Yong-hee herself had some knowledge of medicine, and it wasn’t just about stopping bleeding.
Whatever the reason, if it had been the same, the person who was going to die could have been saved.
It is a satisfying thing for a member of parliament.
Looking at that congressman, Mo Yong-hee suddenly asks.
“Is that you?”
“…yes?”
“The one who is the disciple of God.”
“…”
The congressman’s eyes widen at Mo Yong-hee’s words.
… How did you know?
It must have been something no one knew about.
That he is a direct disciple of the god.
“…that.”
“I believe that everything I have done will be considered debt.”
The assemblyman watched Mo Yong-hee leave with a smile.
He lets out a hollow laugh.
So what you’re saying now is that even this was a calculated action.
When I hit it like that, it felt so scary, but at the same time, I felt a sense of maximized charm.
It’s amazing that a brief encounter led to this.
I had a feeling it would take a long time to erase the feelings that had sprouted.
That’s why the congressman was jealous.
That’s the man she’s talking about.
Damn it.
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Mo Yong-hee, who was tired from sitting and moving around all day.
“ha.”
I was finally able to let out the breath I had been holding.
‘… It was harder than I thought.’
It’s only at this point that I really feel my body getting tired and worn out.
‘Is this the price for neglecting training?’
It must have been the price he paid for stopping his training to get treatment.
Since I even used the cold air that I didn’t want to use, the fatigue will be even greater.
‘What kind of wealth and honor do you really want to enjoy?’
Mo Yong-hee had to laugh out loud as she walked.
I’m saying this because I wonder why we go through all this trouble.
‘You said you were coming, but you didn’t come to see me?’
Also, I get angry when I think of a man who never showed his face.
I’m having a hard time wandering around like this.
I was so angry that he only looked at the injured women.
“If it was going to be like this, I would have gotten hurt too.”
Should I curse my perfectly healthy body?
Mo Yong-hee was dumbfounded even though it was something she had thought of herself.
It was a foolish remark that did not fit his personality.
Then he licks his lips.
“…I hope you’re not hurt.”
I was worried about the safety of the man I was swearing at.
It was impossible not to know what he had done, since rumors had already spread.
How did this happen?
Mo Yong-hee felt her head start to hurt whenever she recalled what had happened.
‘… It’s not good.’
It’s not about raiding.
Of course, that includes him too, but since it already happened, let’s put that aside.
The future was the problem.
Shinryonggwan, where descendants of prestigious families and noble families gather in large numbers.
Dozens of government officials were killed in the raid there.
Right now, the Murim Alliance is not taking any action, whether they know about it or not.
‘Probably not, but I guess that’s why I’m doing this.’
If the situation becomes known later.
This was a crisis.
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The crisis of the Murim Alliance.
Into the future that naturally appears in my head.
Mo Yong-hee had to keep brushing back her hair.
The feeling of the blood clinging between my fingers makes me frown.
It comes to mind in the meantime.
If things were to turn out like this, this is what would happen first.
Than their own dirty state.
That was more concerning.
It can’t be helped.
“If it goes like this, then definitely.”
What will happen to the Murim Alliance and what will happen to the Shinryongwan in the future have already been largely figured out in Murong Hee-ah’s mind.
The most important thing in that situation was something else.
that.
“Father is coming… .”
The head of the Murong family, Baitian Sword Master.
The situation was such that he had to take action himself.
