Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 96

The Three Kings' Disciple (97)

“Why are you looking for Ro-woon? That reason will be the answer you want.”

The reason for looking for Ro-woon.

“Is that worth more than tens of billions?”

“Isn’t the value of information up to the one who sets it?”

“So, you’re saying that Ro-woon’s value is that high.”

Pile laughed.

“Will you tell me?”

However, Pile’s gaze turned cold.

“I think there’s a misunderstanding.”

“……?”

“It seems you’re underestimating me.”

Whoosh!

The aura emanating from her body began to constrict Kim Eun-tae.

‘Killing intent… no.’

Similar to a martial artist’s killing intent, but different…

‘Fear.’

I’ve heard of it.

The reason why the people of Einheart are called demons on the battlefield.

They use something called ‘fear,’ which stimulates terror, unlike the killing intent that seeks to kill.

An energy similar to killing intent, but slightly different.

“…That wouldn’t be the right choice.”

Kim Eun-tae’s words were like a suppressed groan.

“The peace treaty…”

“Peace treaty, my ass.”

Pile’s tone changed.

“Damn. Do you think I can’t kill one information merchant from the Black Market?”

“………”

“Not even the head of the organization, but a branch manager is threatening me.”

She swept her hair back.

“I’ll give you the options. Give me a proper answer, or else…”

You die.

She didn’t say those words.

“Aggressive…”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Pile swore clearly, glaring at Kim Eun-tae as if she would kill him.

“I’m holding back.”

She was serious.

“You, the Black Market, were the ones who insulted me first.”

“What are you…”

Pile spoke with a look that said not to talk nonsense anymore.

“You’re a branch manager?”

“……!”

“Does the Black Market have a Grand Master-level expert as a branch manager?”

At Pile’s words, Kim Eun-tae’s eyes began to sink.

“You can’t fool my eyes. What is it about Ro-woon that makes you act like this? I can’t stand my curiosity anymore. Either answer me…”

Saint Knight, Pile.

“Or let’s fight to the death here.”

Kim Eun-tae closed his eyes for a moment at her unrestrained words and actions.

When he opened his eyes again, Kim Eun-tae’s wavering eyes had completely calmed down.

“Impressive.”

Kim Eun-tae’s tone had changed.

He was about to say something.

At the same time, Kim Eun-tae and Pile’s gazes turned towards the entrance.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened.

“Saint Knight, Pile. You were here.”

A sly, handsome young man stood there.

***

A face as if carved from a sculpture.

A face that wouldn’t be out of place for an actor, but his eyes looked too dangerous.

“………”

Pile recognized him.

“Hwasan.”

A figure from Hwasan [a famous martial arts sect].

“Red Plum Blossom.”

A person Pile remembered the name of.

“It’s an honor that you remember me.”

Hwasan, whom they had met countless times on the battlefield.

Among them, those who were called monsters.

‘The Corps Commander.’

The man who came to find Pile was the Corps Commander of Hwasan.

Hwasan’s First Sword, Red Plum Blossom Cheong In-woo.

A person who rose to the position of Corps Commander at a young age and was the most highly anticipated figure in Hwasan.

Thud, thud.

Cheong In-woo, who approached the bar table, sat down without a word.

“Give me a drink of whatever you’re confident in.”

He said, smiling at Kim Eun-tae.

“We shouldn’t be on the same side like this.”

Pile’s voice was full of displeasure.

“What does it matter? We even have a peace treaty.”

“There’s too much blood we’ve shed for it to end with just an agreement.”

Hwasan and Batella.

They had clashed swords countless times.

Among them…

‘Cheong In-woo.’

He and Pile had also clashed directly.

In Eun [a fictional world], Cheong In-woo’s evaluation was on par with those called the Hundred in Einheart.

He was evaluated as a master of the Heavenly Realm [a high level of martial arts mastery].

He had reached the Mystic Realm and was a person who was evaluated to become the future head of Hwasan.

But Pile, who had clashed swords with him, knew.

‘More than that.’

Cheong In-woo’s evaluation was underestimated.

No, he was deliberately hiding his true abilities.

This man is a monster.

A monster of Eun.

A true one who could become the head of Hwasan right now.

“Then shall we shed blood here too?”

Saaa.

At Cheong In-woo’s words, the auras of Cainrich and Goliath, who had been waiting silently, spread out.

“I think I can definitely kill those two.”

Cheong In-woo was wearing a sly smile.

“What do you think?”

“………”

At his words, Pile bit her lip for a moment.

“Just state your business. It’s annoying to be with you.”

“To hear such words from a beauty, it’s a reward.”

Pile’s hand was already at her waist.

Perhaps Cheong In-woo didn’t want to provoke her any further, he said as he took the glass Kim Eun-tae handed him.

“I came to resolve what the Saint Knight is curious about.”

“Ro-woon?”

No way.

“The reason Red Plum Blossom moved was just because of one player?”

“If the Saint Knight is looking for him, he wouldn’t be just anyone.”

Sip.

“Ask me. I’ll answer truthfully. But…”

Cheong In-woo’s eyes curved as if they were closing.

“Let’s end it here. Don’t poke around any further. There’s a limit to our patience too.”

A clear warning.

“…What is it about Ro-woon that makes you go this far?”

“Ro-woon, huh.”

Cheong In-woo handed the empty glass to Kim Eun-tae and looked at Pile.

“Something you shouldn’t know, something you shouldn’t see, something you shouldn’t step on.”

He said.

“That’s why we paid the price.”

“You wouldn’t answer if I asked what that is.”

“Seiran.”

At Cheong In-woo’s words, an explosive fear emanated from Pile.

“How dare you…”

“It’s the name of your god, isn’t it?”

Cheong In-woo said, brushing it off.

“If you found Seiran’s tomb, would you understand?”

But at the following words, Pile’s eyes widened and she withdrew her energy.

Cheong In-woo was serious.

“That’s what it is.”

Cheong In-woo drank the glass that was handed to him again.

“So, don’t poke around. What if we were looking for Seiran’s tomb in your territory?”

“………”

“That’s what it is.”

Cheong In-woo said again.

“Is that an answer?”

“It is.”

“And…”

The moment Cheong In-woo’s head turned towards Kim Eun-tae.

Swoosh.

A line was drawn on Kim Eun-tae’s neck, and blood began to seep out.

“I think the Black Market will handle itself well.”

Kim Eun-tae quickly grabbed his neck.

A clear warning.

A warning to keep silent about what he had just heard.

“Well, I’ll pay the bill.”

With those words, Cheong In-woo got up from his seat.

Pile had an expression on her face that couldn’t hide her displeasure.

But Cheong In-woo’s words were not unreasonable.

“But why are you looking for him?”

Cheong In-woo, who had stood up, asked Pile.

“…I owe him a debt.”

This time, Pile answered a little more honestly.

Cheong In-woo got into the elevator and waved goodbye.

“Haa.”

Frustrated with the situation, Pile also gulped down the glass in front of her.

-I’ll go find him myself.

The manager’s voice flowed into her mind.

* * *

“Red Plum Blossom.”

Cheong In-woo’s appearance was something Pile hadn’t expected.

Red Plum Blossom Cheong In-woo.

He was a big shot among big shots.

Einheart evaluated him higher than he was evaluated in Eun.

The number of knights who had fallen by his hand was countless, and he was someone who had crossed swords with Pile several times.

‘Seiran’s tomb.’

That Ro-woon was related to something like that and died.

It wasn’t something that was completely incomprehensible.

Even if it was them…

‘If a player found out about Seiran’s tomb…’

Of course, they would be with them.

No, they would do even more.

Einheart wasn’t lenient with players either.

“Commander, we will stand guard.”

The knights of the Batella Knights, who were with her, were also tense at Cheong In-woo’s appearance.

Goliath and Cainrich offered to stand guard in preparation for any possible attacks.

“It’s okay.”

Pile said to them.

“As long as we don’t poke around any further, they won’t move either.”

“But…”

“I said it’s okay.”

At Pile’s stern words, Goliath and Cainrich eventually nodded.

“We’ll be in the next room. Please rest.”

The three of them nodded and separated.

Pile entered the suite assigned to her and slowly sat on the sofa.

“Amazing. I’m serious.”

She said to the empty air.

“I didn’t even feel his presence until he entered the room. What is his identity?”

In the darkness where there was nothing, a shadow flickered.

“Is it that Black Market King or something?”

At Pile’s words, Kim Eun-tae revealed himself from the darkness.

But his eyes, posture, and aura.

“……”

Everything was different from what she had seen at the bar.

Thud, thud.

He slowly approached and sat on the opposite sofa as if lying down.

His face, which had been looking at Pile with his legs crossed, began to distort.

Kim Eun-tae’s appearance was no longer there.

A handsome man who looked tired.

For some reason, the man’s appearance felt decadent.

“If you don’t reveal your identity…”

Pile said, looking at the man.

“It’ll be hard for me to let it slide any longer.”

She was already in a bad mood because of Cheong In-woo.

“The Knights don’t talk to someone whose identity they don’t even know…”

“Ro-woon.”

The man said.

“Weren’t you looking for Ro-woon?”

“You’re… Ro-woon?”

Nod.

The man nodded and crossed his legs.

At his relaxed appearance, Pile felt herself flinch without realizing it.

‘Am I… being pushed back?’

The aura she had felt for a moment at the bar.

With just that, Pile knew that the man in front of her was a powerful person hiding his identity.

But at this moment.

Gulp.

She realized that what she had seen at the bar was just the tip of the iceberg.

He’s strong.

To the point where she couldn’t guarantee a victory.

Unless she was wearing all of her holy artifacts, she felt like she would be pushed back in her current state.

“Are you insulting me?”

Even so, Pile didn’t back down.

The pride and honor of the Knights.

They would never back down just because the enemy in front of them was strong.

“I don’t lie.”

A relaxed tone.

“We’ve settled the score, so I should give you an answer. You owe me a debt?”

“If you’re Ro-woon, you wouldn’t not know.”

“I don’t know.”

The man’s confident attitude was even more annoying.

“I’ve never seen someone like you before.”

“I’m the one who doesn’t understand.”

Ro-woon said, clasping his hands together and looking at Pile.

“No matter how much I search my memories, I have no connection with the Batella Knights.”

“You…”

“If it was a beauty like you, there’s no way I wouldn’t remember.”

At Ro-woon’s words, Pile’s face turned red.

She had lived as the leader of the Knights of the Church.

There was no one who would say such things so openly.

She was rather flustered by the first time she had heard such a thing.

“What debt do I owe you?”

Pile, who had worked hard to regain her composure.

“Mount Worak Gate…”

Pile said in a low voice as if she was possessed by something.

“Mount Worak Gate?”

“If you’re really Ro-woon, you’d remember.”

Pile closed her mouth as if she wouldn’t say anything more.

Ro-woon’s eyes, which seemed to be slowly falling into thought, began to widen.

“No way, you…”

A look of disbelief on his face.

“That kid from back then?”

“……!”

Pile’s eyes widened like saucers.

Disciple of the Three Kings [EN]

Disciple of the Three Kings [EN]

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[English Translation] In a world where players strive to become High Rankers, one individual finds himself on the brink of achieving this coveted status. Just as emptiness threatens to consume him, an unexpected system message offers a perilous choice: "[You have been chosen as the Vessel of Chaos. Do you accept? Warning: Depending on your choice, the world may face destruction.]" Driven by the lingering embers of vengeance, he accepts, only to awaken in the presence of three legendary figures:
  • The Martial King: Master of the Demonic Sect.
  • The Sword King: Sole ruler of Einhart.
  • The Demon King: The God-Slayer who usurped a deity's divinity.
These Three Kings, sovereigns of invaded worlds, now stand before him. As their disciple, he embarks on a journey that intertwines destiny, power, and the looming threat of chaos. Will he harness the chaos within or succumb to the destruction prophesied? Dive into the epic tale of "Disciple of the Three Kings" to uncover the fate that awaits.

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