After leaving Mo Yonggunâs quarters, Yeon Hojeong let out a quiet sigh.
Gangryang asked, âAre you all right?â
âWhat wouldnât be all right about me?â
âWhat kind of passionate conversation were you two having in there? Raised voices, something getting smashedâsounded like absolute chaos.â
âYou could hear it outside?â
âClear as day. It was terrifying.â
Yeon Hojeong gave a faint laugh.
âIt was nothing much. I just stoked the old foxâs temper a little.â
Gangryang said with a dubious look, âI donât know what you talked about, but you really do have nerves of steel. Still, he is a Service Lord of the Martial Alliance. Is it all right to make him that furious?â
âMo Yonggun, as he is right now, canât move recklessly.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause all he can see right now is the Martial Alliance Leaderâs seat.â
Yeon Hojeong had pushed Mo Yonggun beyond reason for one obvious purpose: to see how he would react.
And Mo Yonggun had been more sensible, and more indifferent, than expected. It was not that he was letting Yeon Hojeong off. It was because he was carefully managing his own image.
He would not do anything conspicuous. At least not in front of Yeon Hojeong or the Service Lords of the Alliance.
This is a filthy thing to do too.
Every time he had clashed with Mo Yonggun until now, he had at least had a reason.
Not this time.
For the past several months, Mo Yonggun had been far too quiet. He had done nothing that might leave a tail to grab.
That was also why the two of them had not met. If anything had happened, either Yeon Hojeong or Mo Yonggun would have been forced to move.
In other words, what Yeon Hojeong had just done was no different from slapping Mo Yonggun across the face in an empty field and running away.
He must be furious beyond measure. But even then, he canât move rashly. He absolutely canât do anything conspicuous.
But.
He can never simply ignore the claim that I caught an informant from Ink Dragon Manor. The moment that person is sent to the Brain Prison, heâll go to insane lengths to kill the informant.
Even then, killing that person would not be easy. If he moved too hastily, every eye fixed on the informant would turn straight to Mo Yonggun.
He would clearly do one of two things: either use someone who could never be linked to him, or approach very carefully.
But what if...
Yeon Hojeongâs eyes deepened.
What if thereâs no reaction at all, even after I said informant? How should I understand that?
Yeon Hojeong was certain Mo Yonggun had joined hands with Yangcheon.
But he had no physical proof. In the worst case, this entire matter could be Yeon Hojeongâs misunderstanding.
Yeon Hojeong shook his head.
Donât waver. A personâs intent always bleeds into their actions. Read that intent, remove every situation that doesnât make sense one by one, and in the end only one obvious fact remains.
That obvious fact was the truth, and the answer.
He could not blindly believe in a single assumption. But he had to proceed with enough faith in it to use it as a guidepost. Only then would he avoid being shaken by every useless reaction while carrying things forward.
If I wait, the answer will come anyway.
He had deliberately told Mo Yonggun about the attempt to work Venerable Gonggong because he wanted Mo Yonggun to move carefully.
If Mo Yonggun moved carefully, Ink Dragon Manor would eventually make contact. If Yeon Hojeong could read that single moment, he could drag Mo Yonggun down into the abyss.
I can hand this matter over to the strategist now. I need to turn my eyes somewhere else.
Yeon Hojeong looked back toward Mo Yonggunâs quarters.
Of Mo Yonggunâs sponsors, one of the two must belong to the same faction as him.
He would not use both. It was the same sort of issue as Tang Gwan choosing the Divine Maiden of the Western Regions as one of his sponsors.
But he also could not avoid registering a faction member who would help him anyway. He had to mind the eyes of the world.
One of Mo Yonggunâs sponsors must be connected to Ink Dragon Manor.
Of course, he did not yet know who.
Then the first thing to do was shake Mo Yonggunâs faction.
Yeon Hojeong had been deep in thought for some time.
âBrother.â
âHm?â
Gangryang scratched his head.
âBut why did you bring me along? You didnât even let me inside.â
Yeon Hojeong smiled.
âTo make use of you. Mo Yonggun had to sense your energy for my lie to have a higher chance of working.â
âAh, is that so?â
âWhy? Feeling bad because I said Iâd broaden your field of vision, then used you like a consumable?â
Gangryang gave a faint laugh.
âWhat am I, an object? Iâm not a child. Iâm not upset over something like that.â
âThen?â
âI was just curious.â
âAbout what?â
âUsing someone else to remove a political enemy. In other words, itâs close to killing with another personâs blade.â
âRight? Though the monster in question isnât easy to kill, so that complicates things.â
âIf that was your aim, why didnât you use me properly?â
âHm?â
Yeon Hojeong blinked.
At the oddly innocent look â NĐŸvĐ”lŃĐłht â (Donât copy, read here) on his face, so unlike him, Gangryang ended up laughing despite himself.
âWhat do you mean, use you properly?â
âIâm a swordsman from the Dark Path, arenât I?â
âYou are.â
âIf your goal was to let him sense my energy, then itâs safe to assume Clan Lord Mo Yong also learned where I came from, yes?â
âYeah. I spilled everything.â
âThen that rumor will soon spread through the entire leadership.â
âIt may spread not just through the leadership, but all the way to the outer district. So what are you trying to say?â
âWhether I actually know the details or not, people will assume that the heir of the Ghost-Iron Sword Gate has a fair grasp of the Dark Path martial world.â
âAnd?â
âYou could say you intend to send me to Ink Dragon Manor as a spy. On the pretext of checking whether anyone there has joined hands with someone inside the Martial Alliance.â
â...!â
Yeon Hojeongâs face hardened.
A spy...
He had not even thought of that method.
Gangryang smacked his lips.
âOf course, I know. You donât trust me enough for that. To be honest, even I donât know whether I could actually do proper spy work. Iâm not naturally good at deceiving people.â
â...â
âBut the important thing isnât actually sending me. Itâs making the leadership recognize the âbeliefâ that you could send me to find out, isnât it? And while doing so, you could keep an eye on Mo Yonggunâs movements too.â
Surprise appeared on Yeon Hojeongâs face.
âHow did you even think of that?â
Gangryang shook his head.
âYou called Clan Lord Mo Yong an old fox, didnât you? Old foxes are monsters. If a pack of wolves surrounds the den, they donât come out.â
â...â
âIf you want him to come out of his den, you have to make him think the outside is safer than the inside.â
âYou little bastard. Youâre a genius.â
âWhoa.â
Yeon Hojeong stared at Gangryang with open admiration.
âSo you know how to use your head too?â
âHeh.â
âBut we canât do that.â
â...Why not?â
Gangryang had thought he had finally earned his keep, but Yeon Hojeong was saying he would not accept the proposal. Confusion spread over his face.
Yeon Hojeong smiled and shook his head.
âThat method is definitely tempting, considering the headaches weâll be dealing with from now on. It might even be the easiest and most certain way to test Mo Yonggun in the current situation.â
âExactly. Soââ
âBut it puts you in danger.â
âWhat?â
âThereâs another, safer method. I have no intention of sending one of my people into a death ground when I donât have to.â
Gangryangâs face stiffened.
âBrother. I donât know what you think of me, but Iâm also someone who stakes his life on a single blade.â
âI know. I know that, but thereâs nothing more ridiculous than risking your life for something that doesnât require it.â
â...â
âOf course, if your martial arts and judgment were no worse than mine, I might at least consider it. I still wouldnât use that method, though.â
âWhy? Simply because Iâm close to you?â
âThatâs part of it. But itâs also because thatâs the line Iâve drawn.â
âA line?â
Yeon Hojeong gave a bitter smile.
Since meeting Yeon Hojeong, Gangryang had never seen him look so painfully bitter.
âFrom what youâve seen, do you think the political struggles Iâve waged until now were fair fights?â
â...â
âMost of what Iâve done has been trickeryâdeceiving my opponents, stabbing at their weaknesses, making even the truth look like a lie.â
âBrother.â
âWhen you keep doing things like that, everyone ends up thinking this at least once.â
Yeon Hojeong looked up at the sky.
Just how many layers of the abyss will I fall through?
Gangryangâs eyes tightened.
âYou are removing political enemies for the Martial Alliance, for the world. Thereâs no need to set a limit onââ
âAnd after I remove those enemies? Do you think the stale stench will vanish cleanly just because I wash the mud and blood from my hands in a cleaner world?â
â...â
âI donât know what you think, but if I can, I want to remove my enemies without making my people bleed. If I start using even my own people just because a method is easy, then one day Iâll become a real monster I canât control.â
â...â
âItâs a home I barely managed to return to. I donât want to disappoint the people precious to me.â
Yeon Hojeong patted Gangryang on the shoulder.
âAnyway, thank you. You were willing to risk your life for us. Iâll accept that friendship gratefully.â
âBrother.â
âEven if things go wrong later, I wonât regret not using this method. It was my choice.â
Gangryang sighed.
âBut the situation is too complicated. If Clan Lord Mo Yong has joined hands with Ink Dragon Manor, then even if he fails to become Martial Alliance Leader, the entire Martial Alliance will be shaken.â
Yeon Hojeong burst into laughter despite himself.
âItâs actually hilarious hearing you say that. The young master of the Ghost-Iron Sword Gate is worrying about the Martial Alliance?â
âIâm serious.â
âI know, you punk. And youâre right. The situation is complicated, but nothingâs been properly resolved. It feels less like these tangled knots are loosening even a little, and more like everything is sinking deeper into a swamp.â
âExactly.â
âHowever.â
Yeon Hojeong looked south. That was where Gi Uhuiâs quarters were.
âAn answer always appears. The trick is making sure that answer doesnât split into many, but arrives at one complete result. That alone gives this filthy scheming its own kind of appeal.â
â...â
âWeâve gathered the firewood more or less. Now letâs toss in one spark. Who knows? That spark may do more than light a hearthâit may start a forest fire.â
*****
âClan Lord.â
Mo Yonggun opened his eyes.
âAn urgent Service Council meeting has been called. A summons has arrived ordering every Service Lord to attend immediately.â
â...â
â...Clan Lord?â
âHow amusing.â
âWhat?â
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Mo Yonggunâs mouth.
An informant from Ink Dragon Manor? Ridiculous. If Yangcheon intended to send an informant, he would have contacted me first. Sending an informant without coordinating our stories in advance? There is no way a man called the Fighting King would make such a poor move.
In other words, Yeon Hojeongâs claim was highly likely to be a lie.
And yet, with a Service Council meeting called, it seemed he had sent someone who could be mistaken for an informant from Ink Dragon Manor.
Probably one of his own enemies I know nothing about.
The question was what posture Mo Yonggun should show at the meeting.
Iâll have to push hard. In fact, I should make sure Yeon Hojeongâs name comes up.
Just because the other side came at him strongly did not mean he had to bow his head.
And so Mo Yonggun attended the Service Council meeting.
But events were flowing in a direction he had never anticipated.
âTh-this is terrible!â
Je Gal Munhoâs eyebrow twitched.
âThis is a meeting hall where all the Service Lords are gathered. What matter has you raising your voice like that?â
The Brain Prison warden, who had suddenly burst into the meeting hall, swallowed hard.
âA prisoner has been assassinated!â
âWhat?!â
Every Service Lord shot up from their seat in shock.
âThe inner district units are currently moving to pursue the assassin! According to the pursuit, the assassin is believed to be fleeing south!â
For an instant, Mo Yonggun felt his vision go dark.
It was as if Yeon Hojeong were whispering into his ear from some unseen place.
âYou will never escape my hand.â