Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Episode 95. The start of the Pasun Festival was spectacular (4)

The Heavenly Demon God Church, known as the devil’s den in Gangho, boasted a more lively atmosphere than ever before.

“there! “Be careful out there!”

“Huh?!”

“I almost had a major accident… Why is that iron pillar so heavy?”

“You bastard! “It’s natural for an iron pillar to be heavy!”

“lol.”

Huge stages were being set up throughout the story. It was a stage for traveling theater companies that overcame the storms of the river and lake and brought joy to people of all ages and genders.

“Ugh! “It’s hot!”

“Hey! Move carefully!”

“I feel like I’m going to die!”

“That bastard, is he using the martial arts he learned? “Can I use it if I can’t even lift a pot?!”

“Suddenly!” Chief Sook, let’s listen then!”

“That guy? “You don’t have lunch today!”

“omg? Are you going to come out in a disgraceful manner?”

All sorts of things are hectic, carrying several times more ingredients and dishes than usual. And there were already a lot of warriors lining the bases.

It was a bustling church from the moment dawn broke. As the sun rose and around noon, the atmosphere became explosive.

Wei Hongryun, who was watching the scene from afar, shook her head.

“Once you get past the point of being crazy, you actually start to feel affectionate. “There is no ant cave in the world.”

The number of demons was so great that it was difficult to count them all. Not only the demons belonging to Shingyo but also the influential demons from the entire Demonic Martial Arts gathered together to do this.

It was easy for problems to arise during times like this when outsiders came in at once. If they happen to have an accident, it will be difficult to deal with it since they are not demons of Shingyo.

But that was just unfounded news. In fact, the Pasun Festival had fewer incidents than the banquets held by the Uicheon Alliance or the Iron Blood Fortress.

The reason was because this was the Heavenly Demon Church.

Cheonma Shingyo, the headquarters of the Demonic Murim, was itself a sacred place.

On the contrary, if a demon causing an accident appeared, there were many cases where we would solve it among ourselves before the demons of the new religion were dispatched.

However, there is no need to stop the rising excitement.

For the next four days, this Heavenly Demon Church will be a more vibrant place than anywhere else on the continent.

Of course, whenever there is light, there is also a shadow.

“Wow!”

The sight of the middle-aged man being dragged around, vomiting blood, was truly horrendous.

It was the members of the Criminal Justice Party who dragged away the man, who had all his limbs broken and seemed to be on the brink of death as if he had suffered severe internal injuries.

“Ugh? “What’s going on?”

“They say he was a spy dispatched by Iron Blood Castle.”

“her! Those guys have big livers too. “You tried to plant Sejak in Shingyo.”

“It’s not just him. Two spies sent by the Uicheon Alliance have already been caught. “Those two guys must have had swollen livers, so they tried to join the church for the first time as soon as the outer gate was opened.”

“You’re crazy, you’re crazy.”

“This is why political factions don’t work. “They don’t know business ethics.”

“One way or another, it looks like only Protestants are having a hard time.”

Wei Hongryeon heard those words from afar and giggled.

“Mr. Ma. Don’t you feel anything when you hear those words? “Aren’t you going to get stabbed?”

“….”

“If it were me, I would have asked Confucius for permission and gone to help.

Oh my, you are such a heartless escort. “If my colleagues found out that I was being treated favorably and favorably next to Confucius, I would shed tears of blood.”

“My mission is to closely guard Confucius. “I don’t know anything else.”

“…You cold bastard. “You stupid bastard.”

“Why are you here anyway?”

Wi Hongryeon put both hands on her waist and showed her stomach.

“I have nothing to do.”

Ma Dong-pil felt appalled by Wei Hong-ryeon’s simple and clear answer.

A person is like an onion, and there is no end to the waves, and a great person is like an abyss, and there is no end to the waves.

“Are your crew not saying anything?”

“Anything? Are you going to do it? Instead, they’ll do it in a place where I can’t hear. “Aren’t they so stupid that they don’t realize that if they do it while listening to it, it’s the end of their life?”

“Sometimes I even admire your personality.”

“What an honor. But what about Confucius?”

“You went to buy food.”

“Food? “Oh my god.”

Ma Dong-pil quenched his appetite.

“You said that even small street food would be delicious. “How simple is this person?”

“Why are you making excuses for me?”

“I’m not making excuses, I’m just stating the truth.”

“Damn.”

“Be careful what you say.”

“I just need to be careful with Confucius. Do I have to be careful with you too?”

“It’s a problem because you aren’t careful with Confucius either.”

“You stiff bastard. Anyway, why did Confucius keep such an arrogant bastard under his command…”

That was then.

Perfect!

“Keuuk!”

Wei Hongryeon grabbed the back of her head and rolled over.

Before she knew it, Seo-ryang came up behind her and waved his fist.

“The back of your head isn’t that hard, is it? Is this just gossiping behind people’s backs because no one is there? “Do you really want to run away?”

“Ugh! “I’m not talking behind your back!”

“Then what? Is it cute? Is this a compliment? “Is it praise?”

“…Okay.”

“Just take it one more time.”

Wei Hongryeon stood up grumbling.

“Confucius is really too kind. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Aren’t you going too far? How can you not know why I am like this? “Do you carry your hair as a decoration?”

“That’s too harsh!”

“….”

“…sorry.”

Seo-ryang snorted loudly and laid out the food he had bought in front of the two.

“Hey, try these. “When you skewer it, you add duck meat, pork, and vegetables, and it’s a mess.”

When Seo-ryang held out one, Ma Dong-pil politely accepted the skewer. On the other hand, Wei Hongryun had a somewhat sour expression.

Xu Liang frowned.

“what? Don’t you want to eat? “Give me your dislike.”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Then what?”

“…You look really happy somehow?”

Instead, Seo-ryang looked at the two people as if he was surprised.

“So you’re not happy? It’s a festival, right? “When will I see something like this again?”

Do you see it every year?

Ma Dong-pil couldn’t bear to say that. He didn’t want to hurt Seoryang’s mood, which was very exciting.

Wei Hongryeon was the same one who kept her mouth shut. However, it was not because she was friendly like Ma Dong-pil, but simply because she did not want to be hit.

Xi Liang pulled the two people together.

“Let’s eat quickly and go see the performance!”

“Go gig?”

“why? “Don’t you want to see it?”

The two people shouted in chorus.

“I would like to see!”

“good!”

Seoryang was excited and walked ahead.

When would he, who had spent his whole life hiding and picking people’s throats, enjoy a festival like this? I only saw it from afar, but I never really enjoyed it.

Of course I couldn’t help but be excited.

Wei Hong-ryeon, who was quietly following Seo-ryang, secretly asked Ma Dong-pil.

“Mr. Ma.”

“I’m Ma Dong-pil.”

“Confucius, you’re excited, but aren’t you too excited? “Was he really that kind of guy?”

“Even when I tell you to be careful what you say, you don’t listen.”

“It’s loud, so speak faster.”

“…Actually, I don’t know. “I didn’t think you’d be this excited.”

Although he often joked and spoke lightly, Ma Dong-pil was filled with the impression that Seoryang was an unrivaled expert.

Although he appeared goofy at times, it was accepted as humanity, and his flashy eating habits and enormous drinking capacity were also felt as extravagance.

But today’s Seoliang was something very different. It wasn’t like he was putting on a show, but he seemed genuinely happy.

‘Well, Confucius always showed only the truth.’

Ma Dong-pil smiled.

‘Confucius also needed this kind of atmosphere at least once.’

Starting from the Gojuk Forest, to the recent spectacular battle with the Beast Palace.

Xiliang could not rest comfortably even for a single day. Just because I slept well or drank until dawn did not mean I could rest comfortably.

Even if he didn’t say it, he must have lived every day with the tension that only people of high status can feel.

Ma Dong-pil’s expression, smiling and looking at Seo-ryang, looked much softer than before.

Although there was influence from Western culture, the composure that comes from growing martial arts is also evident in his facial expressions.

On the other hand, Wei Hongryun interpreted that gentle smile a little differently.

‘Can this guy?’

Wei Hongryeon, who was lost in thought for a moment, cautiously opened her mouth.

“Mr. Ma.”

“Why are you doing that?”

“You… aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“…No, it’s okay.”

“You’re boring.”

you are too dense

Wi Hongryeon wiped away the goosebumps on her forearms and quickly ran to Seoryang.

“Confucius! Together…”

Just right!

“Ahh! Why are you doing this again?”

“I told you not to call me Confucius, right?”

“Do you think there are one or two Confucius here? “Among the magicians who have entered the church, how many of them are one gong, two gong, and three gong?!”

“uh? “Have you never thought of that?”

“….”

“Did you just swear in your head?”

“Please give me one skewer.”

“Bitch. “I’ll watch it this time.”

So the three arrived at the place where the traveling theater troupe was performing.

The performance had already started.

It is a play that is commonly circulated around Gangho. It is about a lone survivor from an extinct family who overcomes numerous hardships and eventually becomes Gangho’s greatest hero.

Although the story is truly childish, the actors’ acting was very mature. Is that why? Everyone watching the performance was immersed in it, holding their breath.

When the play reached the end, the audience cheered.

“Waaah!”

“Next episode! Next time!”

“what? Is this the end for them?”

“Will the next performance be just them?”

Xu Liang took a deep breath.

“You can’t ignore the performance, right? amazing. It’s been a while since I’ve focused this much on anything other than martial arts… huh?”

He blinked.

“Why are you crying?”

“….”

“Hey crazy bitch.”

“What kind of bastard…!”

“….”

“sorry.”

“Okay, why are you crying?”

“yes?”

When Wei Hongryeon wiped the corners of her eyes, tears came out.

The runny nose was also moistening my lips. Wei Hongryeon wiped her face with her sleeve.

“Eight! “I’m going to die of embarrassment.”

Seoliang, who was about to frown and complain, paused for a moment.

‘Come to think of it.’

Wi Hongryeon was the only lineage of the extinct Wi family, a famous family in Honam.

After she joined the church, she became the youngest combat unit commander during the civil war. I didn’t know why I joined Protestantism. Because it was the Heavenly Demon Church that destroyed her family.

Xi Liang looked at Wei Honglian blankly. I kept wiping my face as if I was embarrassed, but my emotions were so intense that tears were constantly flowing.

‘Each person lives with a story….’

Is there anyone who doesn’t have a story? Wi Hongryeon was also a person who knew sadness, as she usually showed a very brave and lively appearance.

He patted Wei Hongryeon on the shoulder.

“If you want to cry, don’t force it.”

“….”

“Not a crazy bitch like you… no, not a fool…. Anyway, what can I say… life is really…”

“That’s it?”

Xiliang scratched his head. I had never comforted someone who was crying, so I didn’t know what to say.

After thinking for a moment, he blurted out.

“But you grew up to be a bitch who’s really good at cutting, right? “Then it’s okay.”

Wei Hongryun looked at Xiliang with a shocked face.

“…It’s really shocking.”

“Eh?”

“joy! That’s Okay! “I’m going to buy skewers and eat them, so you can watch one more episode or come back!”

Wei Hongryeon hurriedly left. It was because he was embarrassed to cry, but Seoryang, who did not know that fact, could not help but be embarrassed.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“….”

“Dongpil?”

“I… will keep my mouth shut.”

Seoliang whetted his appetite. Thinking about it again, it was definitely a random statement.

“Damn anyway, you’re good at cutting, right? It’s really tricky… huh?”

Ma Dong-pil scratched his head.

“Well… Confucius?”

“….”

“Huh! “I dare say… it was a bit harsh this time.”

“Dongpil.”

“Oh, of course, I never meant that Confucius did anything wrong….”

“I came.”

“yes?”

Xu Liang grinned.

He was looking at the outer castle gate in the distance.

A huge flag waving at the open entrance to the castle gate.

The flag had two characters engraved on it: the magic sword (魔劍).

“Let’s go to the real culprit’s family.”