Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 324

Nangseon Gi Hwan Dam – Part 2, Chapter 33

“What are you doing here?”

Beom, who was looking for Saha, found her drinking in a tavern nearby in the middle of the day.

Her maid, Suni, was by her side, and she was even glaring at him.

‘Why are they both like that?’

She was quite drunk, hiccuping and making a fuss.

“How much did you drink?”

“Leave me alone! What does it matter to you whether I drink alcohol or poison? What’s it to you? Go climb in your coffin, you jerk!”

“That’s right! You already have someone, so you shouldn’t be so nice to other young ladies!”

Saha found something so funny that she clutched her stomach and giggled.

Suni also seemed amused, tapping the table and barely holding back her laughter.

“You shouldn’t do that, Geumcheon.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t be so, so! Don’t be so kind! You’re going to leave when your wife comes anyway!”

With those words, Suni thumped her head on the table and fell fast asleep.

“Hmph, Suni, you still have a long way to go. After all, Soseon can’t keep up with Sangseon’s drinking habits… Ha, I’m happy to be a Sangseon.”

Then, she looked at Beom.

“I’m miserable, damn it! Damn it!!”

She shouted loud enough to shake the tavern.

“You’re too drunk. Let’s go.”

“Hey, let go of me! You’re not supposed to grab an unmarried woman’s waist so roughly, you bad guy! Are you ignoring me because you’re married!?”

“…Why is she acting more and more like…”

Beom was reminded of Geummyeong Jisu.

And then Hori came to mind.

It was like they were mixed together.

That’s what Saha was like now.

“Alright, alright, let’s go for now.”

He lifted Suni onto his hip and carried Saha on his shoulders.

“I’m going to drink more! Let go of me!”

“The alcohol is eating you, what are you talking about eating? Stop talking nonsense and let’s go.”

Then, she became quiet for a moment and asked, drooping.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going to your residence, where else would we go?”

“…Are you going?”

The intoxication wafting from her was considerable, but her voice was utterly serious.

It didn’t seem like she was just asking if they were going to her residence. He knew it implied much more.

Beom was silent for a moment before answering.

“I have to go.”

He didn’t know exactly if she was asking about Sugung [Sea Palace, often a mythical or fantastical location].

Or if she meant her family, or himself.

But Beom would go anywhere. And he would leave.

Perhaps there was no place for him to stay forever.

He was someone who had to leave on a pilgrimage to find answers.

So he had to go.

He had always been like that, and he would continue to be, so there was no exception.

“Don’t go.”

Abruptly.

Beom’s steps stopped.

“Are you drunk?”

“Yes, I’m drunk!”

Beom slowly lowered her from his shoulders to the ground.

The face that had been flushed with intoxication had already calmed down and was as white as jade.

The corners of her eyes were a little red, but not so much that it looked like she was wearing makeup.

“You’re completely sober. Walk on your own two feet.”

He pretended not to hear anything and said gruffly.

But she grabbed the sleeve of his coat, urging him to hurry.

“Don’t go.”

She said it again, but this time too, Beom didn’t answer.

Then Saha opened her mouth again.

“When the time comes, I will send you away. So you don’t need to go.”

Her eyes were not blurred with intoxication, but were clearer and brighter than ever.

‘She’ll send me away…’

A scoff came out on its own.

But he couldn’t show it.

Saying that was her way of protecting him, and at the same time.

It was a way to solidify her resolve.

“Is that so.”

“Yes.”

“Then that’s enough.”

Beom’s feet didn’t move.

He stood there blankly with his back to Saha.

She buried her face in his back.

“If you go, we may never meet again.”

“Maybe not.”

If he finished his work and the time came to leave, that might be the case.

You never know what might happen in the world.

Even now, he didn’t know if he would ever see his family again.

That’s the kind of world it was, under that kind of sky.

“…The residents of Sangseo will miss you a lot. Because, because you were very good to them.”

“They will.”

“I too… On nights when I think of a drink, your face might come to mind.”

“It will. Because we’re friends.”

Beom slowly turned around.

She was looking down.

He reached out to touch her head, but then withdrew his hand.

Saha’s shoulders were particularly trembling slightly, and her clenched fists were so white that he could tell how much strength she was using.

Beom had a lot to say.

He swallowed and swallowed each of the words that were rising to his throat.

He swallowed his pity, swallowed his kindness, and swallowed her heart.

“Gyocheong of the Gyo family is gathering the Thunder God martial artists to create a simple teleportation formation. I’m going to be in it. In about fifteen days, I’ll be able to leave for Sugung.”

She didn’t say anything.

But Beom continued calmly.

“He’s an elder of the Gyo family, one of the Five Great Families. He wouldn’t lie or anything. And I’ve also been exchanging training methods related to Thunder God with the martial artists I met there. I’ll probably be hanging out with them from tomorrow.”

There was nothing wrong with it, so he decided to do it.

It wasn’t a difficult task either.

Beom stared silently at Saha, who was standing blankly.

She had a small and delicate body.

And she was a young woman.

“There shouldn’t be any problems on the way to the Martial Arts Competition, so don’t worry.”

He reached out to pat her on the shoulder, then pulled his hand back and turned around again.

After walking a little, he turned around and saw Saha still standing there.

He kept turning back because he was worried, even though he was trying to leave.

Beom sighed.

“The night breeze is cold.”

He took Saha’s hand and led her along.

Then she slowly followed him.

The night breeze was particularly cold, and the sound of insects crying was truly mournful.

But his hand was only warm, so Saha only felt bitter.

* * *

After putting Saha and Suni in their residence, Beom lay down in his bedroom and stared blankly at the ceiling. The wooden pattern on the ceiling was bizarre, causing him to have unnecessary worries.

He thought about calling Hwaran, but stopped.

He didn’t feel like calling her out, unless she came out on her own.

He tossed and turned and lay facing the wall.

He didn’t want to look at the ceiling.

But there was no way he could fall asleep.

It was then.

He heard the sound of the door opening.

Staggering.

It was an irregular footstep.

The smell of alcohol and a woman’s incense were smelled together.

‘Saha.’

It was Saha who opened the door.

Beom just stayed still.

Then Saha put a bottle of alcohol on the table and muttered something.

“Heartless bastard.”

With those words, she opened the bottle and gulped it down, then burped.

‘She’s doing all sorts of things.’

Then she stealthily came behind Beom, lay down, and started sleeping.

“You need to quit drinking.”

Her drinking habits were so terrible.

He was dumbfounded and amused.

After laughing for a while, he saw Saha’s sleeping face.

The moonlight was obscured by clouds and was extremely dark, but only her face was as fair and beautiful as the moon, so there was nothing he could do.

As he brushed back her disheveled hair, her long eyelashes fluttered.

“Heuung.”

It was sleep talking.

Beom, who had needlessly worried, frowned, wondering what he was doing now.

“Go sleep in your room.”

He poked her cheek, and she wiggled her nose as if telling him not to.

Beom watched Saha, who didn’t wake up even when he tried to wake her, by his side.

How long had it been?

In the midst of many thoughts and worries, something made him slowly close his eyes.

Something made him open his eyes.

Thud, rolling.

Cheonbeom opened his eyes wide and hugged Saha, smashing through the wall.

At the same time.

Flash.

Light burst out and his room exploded.

Kwaang!!

“Wh, what!!”

Saha, who was startled, shouted in his arms, and Beom broke through the wall and fell into the forest.

He heard the rough sound of leaves several times and landed on the ground.

The residence he had been lying in had long been completely destroyed.

Black clouds of smoke were thick, and fire began to rise.

It was an ambush.

“Beom! Are you okay?!”

“I’m okay.”

“Okay, my foot! You’re bleeding!!”

“This much is okay. Are you okay?”

“I, I’m okay!”

“Then that’s enough.”

When he let go of Saha in his arms, he saw that his right shoulder was covered in blood.

It seemed like a piece of iron was embedded in it, but he couldn’t tell what it was.

Even though he was defenseless, it was something that had injured Beom’s body.

He couldn’t easily dismiss whoever had ambushed him.

Bang! Kwaang!

쿵!

It seemed that the ambush was not only on Beom, but there was commotion everywhere.

“What a mess.”

He wondered what kind of ambush it was, but nothing came to mind.

Cheonbeom took out several talismans, scattered them in all directions, and created a barrier.

Then, he pulled out the iron piece that had penetrated his shoulder and stopped the bleeding by applying pressure points.

The blood stopped instantly and the wound healed.

“Beom, what did you do?”

“I wouldn’t have.”

He had never done anything to incur resentment.

‘No, did I?’

There were quite a few things that bothered him.

But it wasn’t because of resentment, as it seemed that ambushes were taking place in several places besides himself, so that wasn’t it.

“Could it be….”

In the moment of his doubt.

Tudug.

He felt a presence.

“As expected, a Non-Ascension martial artist is a Non-Ascension martial artist. To think you would break through the wall and run away in that instant. Truly amazing.”

The martial artist who appeared while clapping was wearing a long hat on his head.

He was a Sangseon [High Immortal], and there were martial artists around him engraving the family crest.

“Are you guys from the Chong family of Anong? Why are you attacking us?”

“Well, it’s because you’re the easiest target.”

“What are you talking about?”

“An insignificant family that no one knows. And a Sangseon even more insignificant than that. The insignificant Thunder God possessed by that insignificant Sangseon.”

So, in a word.

“You’re after my Thunder God?”

“As you know, you can create a simple teleportation formation if you only have the Thunder God.”

But only the Gyo family and those who helped with the Thunder God could use it.

“Then what about me? I’m also struggling to go to the Martial Arts Competition to show my skills, but if you prevent me from doing even that, the world isn’t fair.”

“So you’re going to steal my insignificant Thunder God and use the teleportation formation.”

“That’s right!”

The Chong family’s martial artist stroked his weasel-like beard and spread out a folding fan with a flourish.

“My great Wood God doesn’t need Thunder energy, but this is also a connection to the immortals, so I’ll raise it well.”

If anyone asked, it was the guy who asked Gyocheong if he didn’t need Wood God.

“The other martial artists were the same, right?”

“That’s why it’s such a mess.”

Beom nodded and stood up.

The situation was over.

What the guys wanted was the Thunder God.

Or the Thunder energy of the Thunder God martial artist.

It was to use it to participate in the Martial Arts Competition.

And it was done on a family basis, resembling a war.

A free-for-all was expected.

“Saha.”

“Yeah.”

“Fasten your clothes.”

“O, okay!”

Her clothes were very thin.

Beom took off his top and covered her shoulders.

“Stand behind me.”

“I can fight too!”

There were many enemies. There were four Sangseons like himself and a dozen Soseons [Lesser Immortals].

She might get hurt.

He didn’t want her to get hurt.

Especially not in front of his eyes.

“It’s a hindrance.”

He could see her neck being cut off in front of his eyes. He didn’t want to see it.

He didn’t want to see her get hurt.

He didn’t want to witness death either.

And.

‘I don’t want to be sadder.’

A golden sun formed in his fist.

It was the size of a fingernail, but it soon became the size of a head and then grew so large that it swallowed everything.

The golden sun shone red.

The sun that brightly illuminated the dawn.

It was nothing more than daybreak.

“You better give up on the thought of returning alive, now that you’ve antagonized me.”

And the daybreak exploded.