Bachelor Swordsmanship Remastered [EN]: Chapter 126

126. Neither Disciple Nor Acquaintance

“What is Great Master Un’s connection to ‘that person’?”

Moyong Mi spoke quietly to Unhyun.

The reason she avoided mentioning the name ‘Azure Dragon Sword Master’ except for once was probably because the Murim Alliance investigation team was present in this Moyong Clan.

“Could you tell me?”

Unhyun sighed softly.

“I wish I could tell you everything, but…”

Unhyun looked directly at Moyong Mi and said,

“Now is not a good time.”

There was not a hint of falsehood in Unhyun’s eyes.

Moyong Mi knew that Unhyun was telling the truth.

“But when the time comes, I will definitely tell you.”

“If Great Master deems it so, then of course it must be so.”

Moyong Mi smiled.

“Actually, we were wondering if Great Master Un was that person’s disciple or perhaps an acquaintance.”

“Hahahaha.”

Unhyun laughed.

His own disciple? It was a ridiculous notion.

“I am neither a disciple nor an acquaintance.”

For a moment, Moyong Mi’s eyes flickered slightly.

When Unhyun looked at her questioningly, Moyong Mi smiled again.

“I see. Then we will keep that in mind and wait. Please tell us whenever the time is right.”

Moyong Mi looked directly at Unhyun and continued.

Her beautiful eyes were sparkling more than ever.

“If it is to repay a debt, we will not hesitate to do anything.”

Her words were unusually heavy.

Was that why?

“There will never be any demands.”

Unhyun said with a serious expression.

“Then how could it be called goodwill?”

The letter sent to the Moyong Clan was entirely out of goodwill.

Of course, he couldn’t say he had no desire to reveal himself, but it was still purely goodwill, and he never expected anything in return for the letter.

He was even glad now that he hadn’t revealed himself as the owner of the letter back then.

He would have become a shameless person demanding a price under the guise of goodwill.

“…Is that so?”

“Yes, that is so.”

Unhyun asserted without hesitation.

Moyong Mi, whose eyes flickered for a moment, said softly,

“I see.”

Moyong Mi looked at Unhyun with a bright smile.

Unhyun, feeling burdened by her beautiful smile, cleared his throat and sipped his tea.

Moreover, Moyong Sang-ah’s giggling gaze after distributing the jujubes was also very burdensome.

“Ahem. Ah, by any chance.”

Unhyun tried to change the subject.

“Is there a place where I can train in the early morning?”

“Train? Ah.”

Moyong Mi recalled Unhyun looking for the sparring arena every morning during the Dragon-Phoenix Meet.

Now that she thought about it, it wasn’t to watch others train, but because he wanted to do it himself.

“As it happens, there is a suitable place.”

Moyong Mi said with a smile.

“It’s a place that only the Clan Head and direct descendants can use. You won’t have to worry about being disturbed by others there.”

“Is that so? Thank you.”

Unhyun expressed his sincere gratitude.

“Ah, but.”

Moyong Mi said as if she had suddenly remembered something.

“You might meet my brother.”

Her brother was the chief disciple, Moyong Jin.

Unhyun gave an awkward smile.

But Moyong Mi’s next words made Unhyun’s eyes sparkle at once.

“He seems to have a lot he wants to show Great Master Un.”

If Moyong Jin wanted to show him something, it would be nothing other than his sword achievements.

Unhyun was filled with anticipation about what kind of sword path he, who was already promising, had achieved.

“Is that so?”

Seeing Unhyun’s delighted expression, Moyong Mi smiled.

‘As expected.’

Unhyun was as he appeared.

He hid nothing and calculated nothing, just like the simple and detached figure she had first seen at Seoh Lake.

Moyong Mi, smiling as she looked at Unhyun, suddenly noticed her younger sister Moyong Sang-ah’s sparkling gaze and cleared her throat slightly.

“Ahem.”

But Moyong Sang-ah’s sparkling eyes did not leave Moyong Mi.

***

Swish, swish.

Moyong Mi and Moyong Sang-ah were walking between the brightly lit clan buildings.

Moyong Sang-ah, who was trotting along with the bundle of jujubes Unhyun had given her, suddenly said,

“Sister.”

“What?”

Moyong Mi replied without looking at Moyong Sang-ah.

She was preoccupied with various thoughts.

“I approve of Brother Un.”

“Approve? Of what?”

“Marrying you, Sister.”

Swish.

Moyong Mi was startled and snapped out of her reverie.

Moyong Mi, who had even stopped walking, looked down at her younger sister Moyong Sang-ah.

“What are you talking about all of a sudden…”

Moyong Sang-ah grinned.

“I saw it.”

Moyong Mi thought that her words and smile were somehow unsettling.

As expected?

A shocking statement came from Moyong Sang-ah’s small mouth.

“You were staring at Brother Un, Sister. You’ve fallen for him, haven’t you?”

“You!”

Moyong Mi jumped.

“What on earth are you saying? You…”

“You were thinking about Brother Un even now, weren’t you? Right?”

Moyong Mi was momentarily speechless.

She had been thinking about Unhyun, just as her sister said.

But the reason was quite different from her sister’s thoughts.

‘He said he was neither a disciple nor an acquaintance.’

It was a seemingly passing remark, but Unhyun had clearly said that he was neither the Azure Dragon Sword Master’s disciple nor even an acquaintance.

‘If that’s the case…’

Assuming that his words were true, there were only two possibilities.

The first was that he was a complete stranger.

But that was unlikely.

Unhyun had not denied having a connection to the Azure Dragon Sword Master.

More than anything, how could someone completely unrelated to the Azure Dragon Sword Master know the contents of that letter?

Then the remaining possibility was one.

‘That he is the Azure Dragon Sword Master himself.’

The moment she heard Unhyun’s words, Moyong Mi had intuitively reached that conclusion.

But was he really the Azure Dragon Sword Master?

Perhaps she had jumped to a hasty conclusion?

Moyong Mi still couldn’t make up her mind.

All that came to mind was Unhyun’s gentle smile and sparkling eyes.

“Don’t worry too much.”

Moyong Sang-ah’s voice was suddenly heard.

Her cute younger sister Moyong Sang-ah was smiling and looking up at Moyong Mi.

Clutching the bundle of honey-soaked jujubes she had received from Unhyun in one hand.

“Brother Un seems to have fallen for you too, Sister.”

“…What?”

Moyong Sang-ah nodded and said,

“Yeah. Brother Un was only staring at you earlier, Sister. He didn’t even pay attention to me.”

Moyong Sang-ah pouted, feeling wronged at the thought.

“Maybe he’s looking at the moon right now and writing a poem for you, Sister. If you ever receive a love letter, don’t laugh at it for being childish, and thank him. You have to build up a man’s pride.”

Moyong Mi looked at her chattering younger sister Moyong Sang-ah with an incredulous expression.

“Hehe.”

Moyong Mi chuckled and stroked her sister’s head.

“Thank you. Though it’s not like that.”

Looking at her younger sister Moyong Sang-ah, she suddenly felt that her own thoughts were foolish.

‘Right. He told me to wait.’

The thoughts that had been troubling her disappeared.

She discarded the numerous questions and possibilities she had been considering.

‘I just have to wait.’

Moyong Mi made that decision with a resolute expression.

“Sister.”

Moyong Sang-ah looked up at Moyong Mi and said,

“Can you hold me? I’m sleepy.”

Come to think of it, it was already late at night.

Moyong Mi smiled gently at Moyong Sang-ah, who was rubbing her eyes.

“Come here.”

Moyong Mi picked up her young sister Moyong Sang-ah.

The small and cute Moyong Sang-ah snuggled into her arms, and Moyong Mi felt a sense of peace in that warm embrace.

Swish, swish.

Hugging her young sister, who was clutching the bundle of jujubes tightly, Moyong Mi carefully moved her feet.

Moyong Mi’s expression, illuminated by the moonlight, was exceedingly gentle and serene.

***

“The Lone Wanderer?”

Plum Blossom Sword Yeonghojun retorted with a bewildered expression. However, Dang Seol-ryeon of the Tang Clan’s Snow Tales frowned slightly.

“You don’t mean to say you don’t know the Lone Wanderer, Dokgo Rang, do you?”

“Well, I hate memorizing the names of guys…”

Yeonghojun waved his hand.

“Besides, I wouldn’t want to keep such a sweaty title in my memory.”

“Too bad.”

Dang Seol-ryeon gave a slight sneer as she watched Yeonghojun lift his teacup.

“From now on, you’ll have to memorize it whether you like it or not. He’s brought a troublesome matter.”

“A matter?”

Yeonghojun replied indifferently.

“Is it just another case of burning down a clan for revenge? If that’s the case…”

“No.”

Dang Seol-ryeon simply cut off Yeonghojun’s words.

“The rumor is that he possesses a peerless secret manual.”

A soft sigh escaped from Yeonghojun.

“That’s an even more absurd story. If the story’s over, can I go now? I drank until dawn, so my head still hurts…”

Yeonghojun was already about to get up. However, Dang Seol-ryeon’s words were not over yet.

“They say that the secret manual is a letter.”

Yeonghojun stopped moving. And he slowly turned his head towards Dang Seol-ryeon, wearing an incredulous expression.

“You don’t mean to tell me that we’re going to investigate that, do you? The Moyong Clan is treating us so well…”

Dang Seol-ryeon’s eyes narrowed sharply upwards.

“…Still, what needs to be done must be done.”

Yeonghojun plopped back into his seat.

Forcibly burdened with a troublesome task, he sighed and said,

“Tell me the whole story. As briefly as possible.”

“It’s simple. Rumors spread that the Lone Wanderer, Dokgo Rang, possessed a peerless secret manual, and fools blinded by greed flocked to him. Not a few people have already shed blood.”

Yeonghojun said with a sullen expression at Dang Seol-ryeon’s explanation,

“That’s just the usual nonsense, isn’t it?”

“It would be. If you hadn’t been here for so long.”

Yeonghojun frowned.

“Why is it suddenly my fault?”

“Because the Murim Alliance investigation team stayed for seven days to investigate the Moyong Clan’s letter.”

Yeonghojun understood Dang Seol-ryeon’s meaning.

“In other words, our investigation team fueled the rumors about the strange letter. This is completely counterproductive, isn’t it?”

The strange letter was nothing more than a baseless rumor.

However, the problem was different if the Murim Alliance sent an investigation team.

Trying to find the mastermind had only greatly aroused interest in the strange letter.

Clatter.

Dang Seol-ryeon lifted her teacup.

“The Namgung Clan has already departed for the Jang River [Yangtze River]. Once the subjugation is over, you won’t be able to play the investigation team game anymore. So shouldn’t you make some achievements?”

If the Namgung Clan succeeded in subjugating the Heartless Sect, the Murim Alliance would be very busy.

Emboldened, the Namgung Clan would try to expand its influence, and the representatives of other clans would make all sorts of secret deals to check it.

As Dang Seol-ryeon pointed out, they could no longer afford to be leisurely.

“Tsk, the Namgung Clan has already departed.”

Yeonghojun said with a displeased look.

“The Wudang Sect has also softened a lot. I didn’t expect them to compromise so quickly.”

“They had no choice. The Namgung Clan’s head, Lightning Sword Namgung Jincheon, has stepped forward. He has drawn his sword himself.”

“You don’t mean to say that Lightning Sword Namgung Jincheon personally went out as a subjugation force?”

“Yes.”

Dang Seol-ryeon continued in a rather tense tone.

“A total of one hundred and twenty-five members, and only disciples of the Namgung Clan. This can be said to be the core force of the Namgung Clan. For a while, the story of the Namgung Clan will not cease in Gangho [Martial Arts World].”

“Hmm, this…”

Yeonghojun leaned on the table and rested his chin on his hand.

“Should I have gone to the Jang River instead of forming an investigation team?”

Thud.

“Not the Jang River.”

The teacup placed on the table shook once again.

Tang Clan’s Snow Tales Dang Seol-ryeon looked straight at Yeonghojun and said,

“We are going to investigate the Lone Wanderer, Dokgo Rang. Right now. Got it?”

At her resolute voice, Yeonghojun sighed.

The leisurely time was over, and now it was time to work.